ro’traal deep within her silky core.
Groo’lat had been seething with anger when he’d first arrived at the priestess’ quarters. Somehow she’d convinced Commander Bah-Troy to allow her in on the mission. He didn’t know why he was so vexed. Maybe it was because he owed her his life. She’d rescued him from certain doom. Now it was up to him to keep her safe.
He hadn’t even given her a chance to prepare. Goddess, what was he doing? At this point, he couldn’t bring himself to pull out. Groo’lat was too hard, wanted her too much to stop. Gaal’ya had never sparred with him. She’d just sucked his ro’traal, coaxing his seed with her mouth. In hindsight, that should’ve been a warning, because female warriors didn’t engage in oral sex.
The few times she’d allowed him to mount her, she had been artificially aroused. Just thinking about it made him even angrier. He warred with himself, trying to slow down, but he’d been wound tight for so long he didn’t know how.
Sorry, Tha-lah, he wanted to say, but couldn’t get the words past his lips. Warriors didn’t talk during intercourse, and mated couples like his parents barely looked at each other. Had she’d been a surrogate they would’ve drawn an agreement. Perhaps it’s better if you hate me after it’s over.
What if he put her on top? Pendo’rahn females often took control by straddling their men. Without pulling out, he rolled them over. Goddess, it was worse that way. He slid even deeper. Lust threatened his control until something incredible happened. A bright flash of light surrounded them, and the feeling of warmth and love rushed him.
Groo’lat didn’t understand, but somehow she’d connected with his mind, tearing down the walls he’d erected. The stone she always wore nestled between her breasts glowed, radiating a pulse in sync with his heart.
A new primal feeling surged forward then, and he plunged even deeper into her channel. He wanted the connection with her to become stronger, but didn’t know why. He touched her bare skin, frantically trying to mark every spot, every inch of her.
Mine, mine. The thought thundered through his brain like the roar of a thousand warriors in battle. He kissed her, trying to slake the thirst of his lonely, empty heart. He traced ancient patterns along her back with his fingers.
His ro’traal was engorged, ready to burst. She felt so good around him, swollen and slippery. Time slowed down. They were shrouded in a cocoon of warm, bright light. Every event of the past year flashed right before his eyes. The first time he’d boarded the Toq’ma’lal , the first time he’d reported for combat practice with Security Chief Mah’yanna.
A bitter memory emerged then—the moment his lover had stabbed him. Funny, he couldn’t even bring her face into focus. How could that be when he’d been so infatuated with her? He gasped, then at last understood his feelings. What he’d experienced had been lust. Gaal’ya had used him to get revenge against the jid’rahal, and he’d played right into her hands.
All traces of bitterness left him after he accepted the truth. He’d thought he loved her, but it was just desire taking over. Reconciled with the knowledge that his feelings for her weren’t real, he felt peace. The guilt and anguish plaguing him dissipated.
“Groo’lat,” Tha-lah gasped. Her lips were bruised from his hard kisses. “All those awful feelings, they’re gone. Time has come for you to step in and reclaim your place in the elite.”
“Hmm, I’d rather stay where I am right now, priestess.”
His ro’traal was getting even harder inside her tender folds. She was so warm, so snug, Groo’lat never wanted to let go. Pendo’rahn females broke contact as soon as they achieved orgasm. He’d heard otherworld females enjoyed it even after sex. Was Tha-lah one of them?
“We’re joined in such an intimate way, yet you won’t call me by my name.” She pouted. “Why?” Her
Groo’lat had been seething with anger when he’d first arrived at the priestess’ quarters. Somehow she’d convinced Commander Bah-Troy to allow her in on the mission. He didn’t know why he was so vexed. Maybe it was because he owed her his life. She’d rescued him from certain doom. Now it was up to him to keep her safe.
He hadn’t even given her a chance to prepare. Goddess, what was he doing? At this point, he couldn’t bring himself to pull out. Groo’lat was too hard, wanted her too much to stop. Gaal’ya had never sparred with him. She’d just sucked his ro’traal, coaxing his seed with her mouth. In hindsight, that should’ve been a warning, because female warriors didn’t engage in oral sex.
The few times she’d allowed him to mount her, she had been artificially aroused. Just thinking about it made him even angrier. He warred with himself, trying to slow down, but he’d been wound tight for so long he didn’t know how.
Sorry, Tha-lah, he wanted to say, but couldn’t get the words past his lips. Warriors didn’t talk during intercourse, and mated couples like his parents barely looked at each other. Had she’d been a surrogate they would’ve drawn an agreement. Perhaps it’s better if you hate me after it’s over.
What if he put her on top? Pendo’rahn females often took control by straddling their men. Without pulling out, he rolled them over. Goddess, it was worse that way. He slid even deeper. Lust threatened his control until something incredible happened. A bright flash of light surrounded them, and the feeling of warmth and love rushed him.
Groo’lat didn’t understand, but somehow she’d connected with his mind, tearing down the walls he’d erected. The stone she always wore nestled between her breasts glowed, radiating a pulse in sync with his heart.
A new primal feeling surged forward then, and he plunged even deeper into her channel. He wanted the connection with her to become stronger, but didn’t know why. He touched her bare skin, frantically trying to mark every spot, every inch of her.
Mine, mine. The thought thundered through his brain like the roar of a thousand warriors in battle. He kissed her, trying to slake the thirst of his lonely, empty heart. He traced ancient patterns along her back with his fingers.
His ro’traal was engorged, ready to burst. She felt so good around him, swollen and slippery. Time slowed down. They were shrouded in a cocoon of warm, bright light. Every event of the past year flashed right before his eyes. The first time he’d boarded the Toq’ma’lal , the first time he’d reported for combat practice with Security Chief Mah’yanna.
A bitter memory emerged then—the moment his lover had stabbed him. Funny, he couldn’t even bring her face into focus. How could that be when he’d been so infatuated with her? He gasped, then at last understood his feelings. What he’d experienced had been lust. Gaal’ya had used him to get revenge against the jid’rahal, and he’d played right into her hands.
All traces of bitterness left him after he accepted the truth. He’d thought he loved her, but it was just desire taking over. Reconciled with the knowledge that his feelings for her weren’t real, he felt peace. The guilt and anguish plaguing him dissipated.
“Groo’lat,” Tha-lah gasped. Her lips were bruised from his hard kisses. “All those awful feelings, they’re gone. Time has come for you to step in and reclaim your place in the elite.”
“Hmm, I’d rather stay where I am right now, priestess.”
His ro’traal was getting even harder inside her tender folds. She was so warm, so snug, Groo’lat never wanted to let go. Pendo’rahn females broke contact as soon as they achieved orgasm. He’d heard otherworld females enjoyed it even after sex. Was Tha-lah one of them?
“We’re joined in such an intimate way, yet you won’t call me by my name.” She pouted. “Why?” Her
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