cute flat nose wrinkled, and she cocked her head to the right, like every other time when she was frustrated like now.
“That’s how I think of you, beautiful Tha-lah. My priestess.”
At first, he’d tried to use her title as a barrier to keep from getting too close. She was a wandering priestess who’d saved his life, nothing more. As days went by, he began thinking of her as his priestess.
“Touch me.” She placed his hands on her breasts. Her nipples were hard, rosy pebbles. “Let me feel your hands. Show me your might, warrior.”
It began as mindless frackking, but quickly turned into the most sensual encounter of his life. Tha-lah’s body was an instrument of the goddess, made just for him. He cupped her breasts, moving from the larger ones on the top to the smaller ones on the bottom. He’d heard once that a Trac’xian female could be brought to orgasm just by sucking her lower breasts.
Groo’lat kissed her again, forgoing the tradition. Her deep moan crushed what little control he had left. A sudden urge to imprint her overwhelmed his senses. Her eyes were so alive with different colors they seemed to sparkle.
He sat up, tightening his abdominal muscles, sinking all the way in. His rock hard ro’traal was so entrenched inside nothing could come between them. Their intertwined bodies on the narrow platform formed the perfect being. Eternity took shape in a second. It began and ended there.
“Don’t.” She moaned, clasping him so tight he couldn’t move.
“Shhh,” he said, stroking her back. “I’m not going anywhere, priestess. Trust me.”
“Groo’lat, I…goddess…”
Her expression was of pure ecstasy. He increased the pace, and her opening swelled tightly, fisting the base of his ro’traal. Jet after jet of hot seed poured into her eager flesh. He’d never released that hard nor that much before as if his body wanted to fill every inch of her with his essence.
Images of long-forgotten memories flashed inside his mind. Reaching out, he grabbed them only to realize they didn’t belong to him. They belonged to the woman shuddering in his arms. Groo’lat witnessed everything. He saw her growing up in a mansion full of servants, then the young novice chosen by the goddess. Her pain became his as he relived the betrayal of a father who’d indentured his only daughter.
“This promise I make to you, my priestess. From this day forth, no one will harm you. You have my word,” he murmured, kissing her hair.
“I know.”
She did. He could feel her trust in him like a living thing. There was much to be said about Trac’xian healing sessions. Another thought intruded. She wouldn’t be performing this kind of session in the future. He’d kill anyone who tried to touch her in a sexual way. Hours later, they discovered the brand that bonded them forever.
Chapter Eleven
A Goddess Gift
They spent a glorious day of sexual indulgence and discovery. Neither of them had ever experienced that level of intimacy before. Not only was the sex beyond their wildest dreams, but more intense since his brand had appeared on her back. Tha-lah prayed to the goddess for guidance since they were the first interspecies branded couple.
The AI bleeped, interrupting her thoughts with an urgent summons from Commander Dru-lah. She was surprised when he requested she join in.
“I asked both of you to come because we’ve come up with an idea to gather intel,” Dru-lah said as soon as they arrived.
“Rest assured I’m more than ready to help Security Chief Mah’yanna.”
She’d prepared her best robe and scented oil extracted from an exotic flower, which grew only on dunes on Trac’xia. Her people considered the blossom powerful and sacred because of the harsh conditions it flourished in. Many had tried to grow it elsewhere, but the plant would only bloom there.
“Thank you, priestess.” Even though he smiled, there was a fleeting shadow of desolation deep in his eyes. “I’m sure the
“That’s how I think of you, beautiful Tha-lah. My priestess.”
At first, he’d tried to use her title as a barrier to keep from getting too close. She was a wandering priestess who’d saved his life, nothing more. As days went by, he began thinking of her as his priestess.
“Touch me.” She placed his hands on her breasts. Her nipples were hard, rosy pebbles. “Let me feel your hands. Show me your might, warrior.”
It began as mindless frackking, but quickly turned into the most sensual encounter of his life. Tha-lah’s body was an instrument of the goddess, made just for him. He cupped her breasts, moving from the larger ones on the top to the smaller ones on the bottom. He’d heard once that a Trac’xian female could be brought to orgasm just by sucking her lower breasts.
Groo’lat kissed her again, forgoing the tradition. Her deep moan crushed what little control he had left. A sudden urge to imprint her overwhelmed his senses. Her eyes were so alive with different colors they seemed to sparkle.
He sat up, tightening his abdominal muscles, sinking all the way in. His rock hard ro’traal was so entrenched inside nothing could come between them. Their intertwined bodies on the narrow platform formed the perfect being. Eternity took shape in a second. It began and ended there.
“Don’t.” She moaned, clasping him so tight he couldn’t move.
“Shhh,” he said, stroking her back. “I’m not going anywhere, priestess. Trust me.”
“Groo’lat, I…goddess…”
Her expression was of pure ecstasy. He increased the pace, and her opening swelled tightly, fisting the base of his ro’traal. Jet after jet of hot seed poured into her eager flesh. He’d never released that hard nor that much before as if his body wanted to fill every inch of her with his essence.
Images of long-forgotten memories flashed inside his mind. Reaching out, he grabbed them only to realize they didn’t belong to him. They belonged to the woman shuddering in his arms. Groo’lat witnessed everything. He saw her growing up in a mansion full of servants, then the young novice chosen by the goddess. Her pain became his as he relived the betrayal of a father who’d indentured his only daughter.
“This promise I make to you, my priestess. From this day forth, no one will harm you. You have my word,” he murmured, kissing her hair.
“I know.”
She did. He could feel her trust in him like a living thing. There was much to be said about Trac’xian healing sessions. Another thought intruded. She wouldn’t be performing this kind of session in the future. He’d kill anyone who tried to touch her in a sexual way. Hours later, they discovered the brand that bonded them forever.
Chapter Eleven
A Goddess Gift
They spent a glorious day of sexual indulgence and discovery. Neither of them had ever experienced that level of intimacy before. Not only was the sex beyond their wildest dreams, but more intense since his brand had appeared on her back. Tha-lah prayed to the goddess for guidance since they were the first interspecies branded couple.
The AI bleeped, interrupting her thoughts with an urgent summons from Commander Dru-lah. She was surprised when he requested she join in.
“I asked both of you to come because we’ve come up with an idea to gather intel,” Dru-lah said as soon as they arrived.
“Rest assured I’m more than ready to help Security Chief Mah’yanna.”
She’d prepared her best robe and scented oil extracted from an exotic flower, which grew only on dunes on Trac’xia. Her people considered the blossom powerful and sacred because of the harsh conditions it flourished in. Many had tried to grow it elsewhere, but the plant would only bloom there.
“Thank you, priestess.” Even though he smiled, there was a fleeting shadow of desolation deep in his eyes. “I’m sure the
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