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Planet Etteria
Issneen, the Royal City
Xeus’s office
Xeus reviewed the music vids for the fourth time. Every time he watched them, he became too aroused to continue. The music was incredible, and he’d quickly formed an attachment to a few birdsongs. But it was her dancing that stirred something deep within him. This time, he managed to reach the club evening she’d planned with his males finding enjoyment in the act of dancing.
It seemed like such a harmless amusement until he focused on the human women gyrating their curves. Then it became incendiary, and judging his unpaired males’s expressions, too volatile to allow.
The Eths wouldn’t dance without their Dar Eths, which meant battles would ensue. The only solution was to abolish music and dancing among unpaired males and females. His heart ached for his Macera who loved to sing and dance, so obliterating it from their archives would do more harm than good. Besides, every scan of Earth would update the archives. Preventing music from reaching Etteria would be a constant battle.
He navigated to his favorite scene where she demonstrated a sexy dance. His arousal was instant.
She swayed her hips while stroking her body as he would. Her fingers brushing over her breasts caught his breath. She thrust out her backside, as she’d done on the counter that morning. Then she flipped her hair out, cascading it around her as she undulated to finally end with her back arching as her mouth parted in silent demand.
He sighed at her interaction with Oyaz and Illan, and when she threatened to reveal her nipples, Xeus had growled even though she’d warned him. He punched into his O.D.I., requesting she visit.
When the music on the display vid continued, it snatched his focus. He had never seen this part before, had always switched off the vid before this. His Macera danced for herself, and this time, she was uninhibited, with no males in her presence to hinder her.
His mouth went dry as she swung her hips, dipping low to thrust out her backside while trailing her hands over her breasts and down her stomach and hips to tug the dress up. His breath hitched as a naked Macera twirled seductively for him alone. Alodon’s balls! His malehood swelled to its full length. He shifted in the comfy. This didn’t ease the tight sensation, so he undid his pants to allow a little relief. Through this, he didn’t remove his gaze from the vid. He didn’t blink, lest he missed a moment.
She skipped into his office. “What is it, Zoo?”
He tapped the vid to pause it. She wore a dress similar to the one she’d just discarded in the vid. He bounded around his desk to pull her into his arms, burying his face in the curve of her neck and unbound curls.
“I need your touch,” he muttered hoarsely, drawing in her scent. No matter how many times he breathed her in, it was never enough.
“To ease the Ethera?”
He grumbled as he tightened his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her temple, her nose, and across her mouth.
“Mm,” she rasped. “You taste good. I could drink from you for an eternity.”
“Your taste is as incredible,” he growled, his voice almost animalistic. He caught her hand, spun, and kissed her, his heart leaping when she brought her tongue into play.
“Do you have time to take me on your desk?” She met his gaze, her eyes twinkling.
“I’ve time,” he answered ‘casually,’ which he in no way felt. “But...not when my males will scent you.” He tugged her behind him, hurrying her to the Crustiiu pools hidden in the rocky outcrop behind his palace. At this time of day, the circular indents in the stone floor with heated water bubbling from underground would be, for the most part, abandoned.
She gasped when he ushered her past pools to the more secluded one to the rear of the cavern. The air was damp, dewing his skin.
“You’ve known about this and didn’t tell me?” Despite her admonishment, she yanked up her dress to reveal a bare backside.
“Macera,” he groaned, running a trembling hand over a soft cheek.
She ripped the dress off, tossing it on the floor before facing him. Dipping a toe first, she sat on the rim, and spread her thighs, displaying her glistening folds to his hungry gaze. He tore off his armor, uncaring where it fell. Once naked, he waded into the crystal clear water to feather kisses along her inner thigh. Her scent taunted him, thickening the damp air. Succumbing, he latched onto her nub, moaning at her taste. He flicked his tongue over her before leaning back to run it upward.
“Zoo,” she begged as she embedded her fingers in his hair, her nails scraping his scalp.
“What do you want, my ensa?” he asked as if he couldn’t read her reactions.
“You, in me, now,” she said, to which he chuckled into her folds.
“Only you dare to command me, Macera.” He cupped her backside and swung her around. She squealed but calmed, floating on the surface. He positioned his malehood at her entrance, and stilled, allowing her need to drench him.
Her writhing, arching, and mewling dazzled him, agitating the water so slapped against his thighs. He’d never seen anyone so incredibly erotic, so responsive. He splayed his fingers on her chest, then trailed a fingertip down between her breasts, over her stomach to disappear into her curls and folds. As soon as he touched her nub with his thumb, he plunged his malehood into her, burying himself deeply. She cried out and trembled.
He held still again, malehood and thumb, relishing her channel contracting around him. His balls clenched in reaction, the sensation exquisite.
“What do you want, my thamani?” he teased her. Tiny bumps rippled across her skin, puckering her nipples. “My ensa ra ensa,” he whispered hoarsely, trembling with the effort to remain motionless.
“You, only you, Zoo.” She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, “Give me all of you.”
Shivering at her words, he growled. He pulled out to thrust into her, his hips colliding with her thighs. The contact fueled him, demanding more, harder. Her channel stroked his length, with softness and heat. Her need drenched his pelvis, and he reveled in his ability to create such a yearning in her.
It took all of his battle-honed control not to find his fulfillment. He’d never thought to extend her pleasure—doing so brought astonishing rewards. His Dar Eth trembled as her body waited for his touch, his malehood. She was taut with need, her heartbeat erratic, her breaths gasping.
Without warning, her channel clamped around him as she imploded, encouraging him to join her. He was forced to follow. White heat burst sweet joy through his body. He roared his release, unable to hold back any longer, the sensations too exquisite. His vision blurred, his heart and breathing ceased for what was an endless moment. But his focus remained on her, on her essence surrounding him, her wet skin touching his. He shuddered at her every move, the breaths she took, her erratic heartbeat pounding in his ears.
He collapsed around her, gathering her close to submerge them into the water. His fingers trembled as he brushed over her eyelids, down her nose, and across her parted lips.
“Do you have appointments this afternoon?” she asked.
Her desire to spend time with him glowed in the warm brown of her eyes. He slumped, displeased that he couldn’t give her everything she needed.
“Shall I teach you the game of chess this evening?” She pressed her chest to his and cupped his cheek.
“Yes, you may,” he said, brushing a kiss across her lips.
“You could have your appointments around me, as long as you stay as you are,” she said teasingly.
He chuckled at her suggestion. He was still buried within her, still hard, as always.
“I could, but then I would have to kill any male who sees you so uncovered.”
“Quite a decision you have to make, my king. I don’t envy you this,” she chuckled, swirling her hips.
A tendril of joy unfurled along his arousal.
“Temptress.” He laughed and pulled out of her. Her muted moan almost had him thrusting into her again.
At the sight of his well-pleasured queen, he took the time to memorize her beloved face from her fulfillment. He climbed out of the pool but waved her to stay. Under her vigilance, he gathered her dress, bringing it to his nose to inhale.
“I’ll need that.” She clasped the rim of the pool and folded her arms along it.
He grumbled but folded her garment, placing it on a hewn-out shelf. “Stay, enjoy the pools.” Yanking on his pants, he set to donning his discarded armor.
She ventured to the center of the pool before flipping onto her back to float, the peaks of her breasts rising above the surface. “This pool is amazing. It washed away where I came all over you.”
“Came?” His eyes twitched as he waited for his O.D.I. to update him. The images were...revealing. His grin was wide, pleased. He was already dreaming of many such sessions with his Macera. “I adore it when you do.”
Kneeling beside the pool, he tapped the rim and waited until she waded over. He caught her chin to feather his thumb across her swollen bottom lip, then bent to kiss her one last time.
“This evening,” he vowed, rising to lean against the rock wall to watch her.
This was the vision he’d experienced when the Ethera had brought him to his knee. What snagged him was the emotions she summoned within him. With a sigh, he left her, returning to his office and the endless tasks made mundane with her in his life.
When he sat at his desk, his gaze fell on the halted vid, so he instructed it to continue. He didn’t blink as addicted and infatuated with his Dar Eth as he was. Before deleting them from the annals permanently as only a king could do, he forwarded the vids to his O.D.I.
He fixed his gaze through the window to the path leading to the Crustiiu pools. What dominated his mind wasn’t her writhing beneath him. No, it was the way her lips curled when she smiled, the twinkle in her eyes when she teased him, and that she had yet to call him Xeus when they were alone.
She’d said she wanted Zoo, not Xeus, and he believed it.
I will see her tonight.
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