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Planet Etteria
Issneen, the Royal City
Macera’s chambers.
Xeus awoke with a start. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. A huge involuntary smile formed when every inhale stuttered his heartbeat. The scent of their union still drenched the room.
The swirling sensations barraging his chest were overwhelming and unrecognizable. Just thinking of Macera warmed him with the realization that he had no control over his emotions when it came to his Dar Eth. Not that he cared. She was his, and she was all he needed and wanted.
A strange noise emanated from the seating area. Perhaps that had disturbed his sleep? It sounded like her music. He jumped out of bed and peered through the bedroom door to find her swinging her gorgeous backside and swirling her chest while she set the counter for breakfast.
He grinned at the sight of her wearing his tunic and nothing else. Her hair, in wild disarray, cascaded around her, calling to him to lose his fingers in that mass again.
She was a breathtaking sight.
He leaned against the doorframe to watch her, not caring that he was naked.
Her head snapped to the side when she noticed him. She flashed a sensual smile, promising heaven before dancing over to him for a kiss. Swaying her hips as she stepped back, she popped something salty into his mouth. He chewed the tasty morsel while clasping her by the hips to keep her near.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Bacon,” she said.
“Leave the meal.” He placed a kiss on her exposed shoulder and roamed his hands down her back to grab her backside, lifting her to press his rock-hard malehood at her feminine folds.
Her eyelashes fluttered over her heated gaze. “Again?” she rasped, stroking his chest and nipples with an eagerness that mirrored his.
“Come to bed,” he growled.
“Take me here, now,” she challenged while brushing back and forth over his taut nipples.
“Here?” His eyebrow shot up.
She chuckled and tapped the bulkhead to the left of her. “Yes, unless Mighty King Xeus can’t pick up little me?” she teased. “Or should I ask my alcove guardian?”
His reaction was immediate. He raised her off the floor and pinned her back to the bulkhead, with enough force to vibrate it. Her entrance drenched the head of his malehood.
Her mouth parted on a moan.
“You are wet,” he said hoarsely.
“Only for you, Zoo.”
At her response, he thrust into her in one swift movement, embedding his malehood to the hilt, slapping his balls against her inner thighs. She arched her back with a cry of pleasure. Her fingernails scraped along his shoulders and embedded in his hair, which had come loose to swirl around them.
“Take off my tunic. I wish to feel your softness, thamani,” he said.
She yanked off the garment within the space he allowed her. Once her breasts bounced free, he crushed her to the bulkhead again, grunting at the warmth of her against him. He plunged into her, in, out, with smooth, forceful thrusts, the exquisite silkiness of her stealing his breath, thoughts, and will.
She hooked her legs around him, digging her feet into his backside as she screamed her fulfillment. Pulsating heat gushed along the length of him. As she’d found hers, his ripped through him, splintering his world into miniature worlds, each containing infinite stars and an eternity of pleasure.
“Alodon’s balls.” He feathered kisses across her flushed cheek. “You take my breath away.”
Her shyness under his admiring gaze drew a chuckle from him.
“May we eat now?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Or do you want to go again?” She teased him with a swirl of her hips since he was still inside her and aroused.
Again? He stilled. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Let me down...” Her voice was seductive.
Intrigued, he pulled out, instantly missing the heat and tightness of her. She danced away from him to shift the meal to the other counter before throwing the top half of her body over the surface.
“Come, stand behind me.”
He did so, eager for the view.
She gestured to him to step closer until his arousal brushed her backside.
His breath caught as she parted her thighs and arched her back, exposing her glistening feminine folds to his hungry gaze, to his eager malehood. Like a blossoming hahyt, her folds had flushed and become swollen. He ran his thumb over her nub, dipped into her channel, then out. She cried out, shoving her backside out when she pressed her temple to the surface. He’d never seen anything more mesmerizing.
“Zoo, please.” She wiggled her backside.
He brushed the head of his malehood along her folds, loving how ready she was for him. Then in one smooth motion, he buried himself again. He bent backward at her tight, wet, and heated channel surrounding him.
She keened her pleasure, her thighs trembling as he removed his malehood before plunging into her. Her arms flew out as she latched onto the counter’s surface, her fingers splayed out wide. She moaned, panted, begged as he mercilessly took her over and over until, with a scream, she clenched around him again. Her pleasure called forth his, and he roared her name, the sensations too intense as she continued to milk his seed with each ripple of pleasure consuming her.
He collapsed over her, catching his weight with a thrown-out hand while he feathered grateful and affectionate kisses to her trembling shoulder. “I like this one,” he whispered, relishing the saltiness of her perspiration and the flavor of her skin that was indefinably her.
“I love this one,” she said into the counter.
He looped an arm around her waist and lifted her against his chest, keeping himself impaled. When he stepped back, she used her feet to grip the edge of the counter. With one arm, he held her up. With the other hand, he dipped his fingers between her folds to thumb her nub. She whimpered, twisted, and kissed him. He thrust his hips down and up while he kept her in position, losing himself in the taste of her, in the feel of her tight sheath, in the slickness of her folds.
Within minutes, she was screaming his name as she gushed her pleasure. The sudden heat engulfed his arousal and launched him over the edge into a violent ocean of joy. As her shudders faded into tremors, he unimpaled himself and spun her in his arms to crush her against his chest for another thorough kiss. He carried her back to the bed. She writhed, her movements sensual. When she ran a finger along his balls, he sprawled across her and thrust into her again, liking her body under his, her softness sublime.
“You are heaven incarnate,” he said into her mouth as he increased the speed and intensity until she arched off the bed with a throaty moan. She splintered around him, her channel spasming so tightly he roared his pleasure. He planted kisses on her damp shoulder, pressed a kiss to her puckered nipple before looping an arm around to keep her near.
“Best lover ever,” she mumbled as she rested her forehead on his shoulder.
“You please me, thamani.”
“You please me, too...many times,” she teased, leaning back to meet his gaze. She brushed a kiss across his shoulder, chin, and nose. “I’m addicted to you.” A slow beautiful smile spread across her lips, making his heart skip a beat.
“This pleases me too,” he said. “Do you want to eat now?”
“Yes. I suspect I’ll need to keep my strength up.”
“I agree. I like claiming you, my Dar Eth,” he said, withdrawing from her channel. She shivered, her nipples puckering again. So responsive, his human.
“I like you claiming me, my Eth.” She accepted his offered hand. He lifted her to stand on the bed and at eye level with him. She leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. He rumbled his approval, even as he gripped her hips.
“I thought you were hungry,” he chuckled, tugging her against him.
“I am, just giving you a little sample of what’s after breakfast.” And she brushed her nipples across his chest.
His breath hitched, and his fingers spasmed.
“Breakfast first, ensa, but let me give you a sample...” And he leaned down to lock his mouth over her nipple, sucking it in so deep.
She moaned her enjoyment, her fingers grappling his shoulders for support.
He released her nipple with a swipe of his tongue, finding her trembling in his arms. He gazed at her face, admiring and memorizing every feature. An intense emotion claimed his chest, overwhelming him with an ache he didn’t understand. It surpassed the physical ache to be buried within her and the craving to scent and taste her. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the bed, pausing as she gained her balance.
She raised her gaze to his and smiled—the purity of it speared him.
What is she doing to me, my human?
“Are you hungry?” She strolled out of her room, unaware that he hadn’t moved.
He was riveted by this emotion burning in his chest, wishing he could name it.
“Zoo?” she called.
With a sigh, he followed.
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