Chapter 9

Gypsy went into Kharon’s office not sure what kind of mood he’d be in. Would he be the big pissed-off asshole general who humiliated and mauled cadets, or the nice general who’d flirted with her at the bar the other night? If he was in a foul mood, she was sure to get another ass chewing because of her meteor hammer comment.

Because he was a guest at the empire, his office was on the bottom floor of the military complex and had only the most necessary furniture: a large desk, two chairs, and some ancient-looking artwork. As she entered, he was removing his soiled tunic and switching into a fresh one that was slung over the back of his chair.

Gypsy stood at attention. “You asked to see me, sir?” she said, trying to keep the flat sound of dread out of her voice.

“Yes,” he said, leaving the new tunic open to reveal his massive chest. He stalked over to her slowly. “You may stand at ease.”

Gypsy tried to relax and placed her hands behind her back. As Kharon drew closer, a strange tension twisted in her belly, and try as she might, she couldn’t ignore it. There was that erotic sensation again, only this time it hit her in an instant and was much stronger than before. She didn’t understand why he was having this effect on her.

“I realize your comment was an innocent one,” Kharon said, moving up close to her. “But I want you to reserve your more opinionated comments to discuss with me in private.”

Her palms were starting to sweat and suddenly it was way too hot in here. Gypsy wondered if she was coming down with something. “Why?”

“Because the other cadets are watching you, and anything you do or say that they perceive as a challenge, is an open call for others to test me.” Kharon’s gaze moved from her eyes to her lips and lingered there. “I appreciate your opinion about the meteor hammer, and in some regard, I agree with you. But you must keep in mind that although it seems like a difficult and awkward weapon, it is also a terrifying one to most opponents because they don’t know how to fight it. To his credit, I have never seen Caraculla intimidated by any weapon. He is an exceptional soldier and fearless in the arena. If he’d been a lesser male, I would have killed him and suffered no injury myself. Now do you have anything else to say on the matter?”

“No, Excellency,” she said as her breath quickened. His presence was changing her and she was losing control by the moment. All she could think of was touching her lips to him and running her hands over those enormous muscles.

“I will be helping you become proficient at the meteor hammer so you will stay an extra twenty minutes after each class,” he said.

“Why are you helping me with my weapon?” she said almost panting now.

“Unlike the other weapons, if the hammer is wielded incorrectly it can recoil back unexpectedly and kill its handler. I need to show you some key maneuvers before I leave you to practice on your own.”

Gypsy’s womb thrilled and she looked up into his mismatched eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest and her pussy grew uncomfortably wet. Kharon’s nostrils flared as he smelled her uncontrolled arousal. He’s doing this to me and he knows it. “What’s happening to me?” she whispered.

“You’re coming into your first season,” he said, leaning down and touching his lips to her cheek.

Fever spread from the point of contact throughout her body. She closed her eyes and pulled in a deep breath of his scent. It was pure heaven: hot and masculine, with a slight hormonal undercurrent. The sensation within her was like going to a banquet when she hadn’t eaten in days. All she could think about was having him inside her.

“How can this be happening?” she said. “I’m on an ovulation suppressing drug.”

A deep rumbling laugh tumbled from his chest. “Then you won’t get pregnant, but that drug won’t help your other symptoms. Only fucking me can do that.”

Gypsy shook her head unable to believe how powerful this sensation was. “I don’t want to fuck you,” she managed in a voice so weak, she didn’t believe it herself.

Kharon took her face in his hands and claimed her mouth with his. His tongue moved over hers in a seductive caress. The kiss was possessive and carnal and melted all her will to resist. He pulled back from her and gave her a wicked smile. She was lost—nothing in her wanted to stop him.

“Of course you do,” he said.

Suddenly her blood was replaced by liquid fire. Never in her life had she known a desire so feral or decadent. Her hands reached out without her willing them to and touched the heavy muscles of his pecs. She stroked up his chest and marveled at the tremendous power caged within. Gypsy was so transfixed by his masculine beauty that she barely noticed when he wrapped his mighty arms around her waist and pulled her into him. His scent filled her senses, exciting her, and making her more desperate for him by the second. His touch was invigorating and it fueled her desire with an unrestrained madness. Kharon buried his face in her neck and groaned her name. “Gypsy.”

Gypsy’s hands rushed up his neck and grabbed his face. Pulling his face away from her neck, she kissed him with an animal passion all her own. Then she stopped kissing him and grabbed the lapels of his uniform. Sinking to her knees, Gypsy pulled him down over her as she lay down on the floor. Kharon moved over her on all fours and unbuttoned her tunic while she kicked off her boots and clawed at her pants. She had them off in moments, pulling on his shoulders to take her.

But Kharon was a slow and patient lover. Resisting her efforts to rush him, he slid his thick fingers past her plump nether lips and touched the swollen source of her agony. Gypsy arched her back and was about to cry out when he covered her mouth with a sizzling kiss. Then he said in a voice thick with want, “You must be quiet, love. If we are caught, the rumors will spread and it won’t go well for either of us.”

She nodded. Kharon continued his work and dragged mauling kisses down her belly to the mound of trim dark hair over her mound. His long forked tongue dipped into her wet center and found the swollen nub of her clit. Gypsy was overcome with the most extreme pleasure she’d ever known. With three strokes of his talented tongue, she was fighting to stay quiet, bucking out several orgasms one right after the other.

Moving his great bulk back over her twisting body, he pulled her right breast into his mouth and gently sucked at the taut nipple. His powerful thighs pushed her legs apart, opening her as wide as he could for his entry. Gypsy groaned, running her hands up and down the twisting muscles of his back and whispering his name. Then he was working his cock into her pussy, rotating his hips from side to side to help him gain entry into her tight channel. He was possessing her, stretching her so wide she thought he might not be able to get his cock all the way in. For a second his penetration hurt and she became anxious, clamping down her vaginal muscles and making him grunt.

Kharon nuzzled her cheek. “Don’t be nervous. Just let your instinct take over,” he whispered in her ear.

Gypsy forced herself to relax, and soon the pleasure took over and drowned out all the doubt. Kharon pushed his cock home and stopped, waiting for her tight muscles to accept him. Then he made a few short thrusts that sent her mind reeling with lust. “Better?” he asked.

Arching her back, she pushed her hips up to him and said, “Yesss.”

Careful to keep as much weight off her as he could, he began a slow pumping rhythm. Shock waves of ecstasy roared through her and her whole mind was consumed with the pleasures within her sex. He felt like pure heaven inside her and Gypsy never wanted it to end. With each stroke of his cock, she was owned, devoured, and destroyed until she was seized by another climax and this one the most intense orgasm yet.

And the best part was that was there were plenty more on the horizon.