Page 40 of Advance and Retreat (Dark Empire #6)

H er clothes seemed to drift away, no doubt removed by the always helpful Feru and Wovir.

She wasn’t quite conscious of the act of being stripped, however.

It simply seemed to happen as Imon plundered her mouth, tasting her with a thoroughness that claimed nearly the entirety of her attention.

Had there ever been such a kiss in the annals of time?

It lit her from head to toe, making her wet, rendering her exquisitely aroused though the Dramok had yet to touch her anywhere regarded as clandestine.

He enveloped her in muscled arms, cocooning her in his embrace.

The kiss didn’t end despite his abandoning her lips.

It traveled across her jaw. His tongue tasted as he went, leaving a cool, wet trail.

His teeth dimpled her skin, as if he barely restrained the urge to devour her. It felt dangerous and enthralling.

He reached the hollow beneath her ear and continued down, along the side of her throat.

Darts of exquisite pain rose as he continued to nip, as if needles threatened to pierce her skin.

She only realized his fangs had descended when he abruptly buried them in her flesh.

Stabs of agony brought her cry. She arched against him in reaction.

For reasons she couldn’t fathom, she clutched his upper arms and pulled him closer instead of shoving him away.

The pain was abruptly gone, but she felt him still embedded.

She whimpered and writhed, at last recognizing the danger as a gazelle helpless in the clutch of a lion would.

There was no escape. In contrast to the wash of instinctive panic, her pussy flexed in anticipation, ignoring the thunder of her heart.

The first tendrils of euphoric intoxication wafted through her brain as Imon’s venom swiftly worked to sap her resistance.

The carnal demand of her cunt spread throughout, as if her whole body was an erogenous zone.

She felt Imon keenly then. His sturdy trouser fabric chafed her legs deliciously.

His softer shirt whispered sleek and slippery against her torso.

His waves of black hair were down against her cheek and chin.

His mouth on her neck was a balmy cavern in which she wished to enter and spread herself in, rolling about and rubbing herself on his rough silk tongue.

Her pleading exhalations were throaty now, admitting her capitulation to his dominance. His fangs slipped free. He gave the spot where he’d bitten slow, languorous licks, and Toni swore she felt each lap directly on her womanhood. Her sex convulsed, urging Imon to give her more.

Instead, he leaned away just enough to regard her face.

The rapacious part of her saw him as she hadn’t before: an alien male of brute strength.

His purple eyes and their cat-slit pupils were suddenly strange to her.

His scent was a strange but compelling mix of cinnamon-like spice and muskiness.

He was bigger than most human men; certainly all the human men she’d been acquainted with.

He stared at her too, as if he’d never seen her like either.

She thought how it might have been had they been the first Earther and Kalquorian to encounter each other.

Lacking the ability to communicate, what would have happened?

Would Imon, having so little chance of intimacy with the rare females of his species, have looked at her as he did now.

..filled by feral lust and blatant intent?

The notion electrified her. She could see the scenario so clearly.

..she, somehow alone on an alien world, encountering Imon.

His hungry stare taking her in, recognizing she wasn’t of his people, seeing she was alone, vulnerable, and female.

His lust consuming him at this unforeseen opportunity to experience a woman at last, a woman who couldn’t hope to resist him.

His needs, long repressed, rising in force, driving him to lunge for her. ..

Don’t speak, she inwardly urged him. Don’t remind me how well we’ve come to know each other. Be the mysterious alien who can’t resist the lost human he’s discovered.

Perhaps some sort of telepathy was shared, because a hungry growl trickled from Imon’s lips. His gaze raked her, stopping at her breasts. His pupils bloomed as he took in her stiff nipples, as if he’d never seen them before.

His head dove for her chest. Holding her so she couldn’t escape, he mouthed her breast as if he’d devour her.

Toni shouted. The decadent feasting and his venom overwhelmed her senses.

She keenly felt the fantasy as real, but she wasn’t at all the shrinking victim.

Brute need consumed her, but what she required, she couldn’t have said if she’d been capable of speech.

She grabbed handfuls of his blue-black hair, unaware she’d bared her teeth and was snapping at the head she thankfully couldn’t reach.

Two additional men were abruptly there. The smaller of the pair grabbed her flailing legs, excitement lighting his features.

The larger untangled her fingers from the first alien’s hair, though a few strands stuck to them.

He slammed her hands to the couch, pinning her.

When she shrieked defiance, he snarled, fangs visible.

The sight excited rather than frightened her.

They’d take all she wanted them to. In the taking, they would give all she demanded.

Their leader showed none of the mercy she had no use for.

As he continued to maul her breasts, his fingers shoved in her core and found her soaked.

A growl tore from his throat. He yanked free of her insistent pussy, and she snarled her displeasure.

Her attitude changed in an instant as his face buried in her cunt and a burst of rapture shot through her.

Her hips jolted off the surface to grind against him. He shoved her down, his calloused fingers buried in the flesh of her thighs. She squalled when he stopped eating her and the tip of his tongue teased her swollen clit.

The smallest of the muscled aliens released her calves and dove for her breasts. His attention to them was no gentler than the leader’s, driving her wild. She kicked, but she only punished air. Beyond her lashing feet, she was unable to move.

The first alien’s tongue drew tantalizing but unsatisfying circles around her clit.

He occasionally stopped to lap up her wetness.

A part of her recognized he was proving his dominance, showing her who was in charge.

She was in desperate need, however. She couldn’t stop straining in the attempt to work her will and have him bring the release her body insisted it had to have.

The fantasy had been flipped on its head. Instead of claiming a frightened castaway, her antagonists kept her from the ecstasy she sought at their alien hands. They tortured her, forced her to confront her helplessness to take what she clamored for.

She looked at the brute holding her arms prisoner.

Surely the most animal-appearing of her tormentors would be overcome by passionate instinct and driven to act.

When his gaze moved from the view of the man teasing her womanhood and the one ardently indulging in her breasts to find her staring at him, a cruel smirk curled his lips.

The massive bulge of his crotch and the spicy musk scent of his arousal insisted he should be tossing his fellows aside to have her, but he made no such move.

He simply licked his lips as his eyes drifted to watch the those teasing her.

The leader paused teasing her clit to mutter something in his staccato language. Not missing a slurp, the man nuzzling her breasts grabbed her leg to free his companion’s hand.

Toni expected a finger-fuck to add to the harassment of keeping her aroused but unfulfilled. However, the goateed alien did no such thing. He merely claimed more of her honey and returned to licking a ring around her clit.

Then a soft buzz joined the wet mouthings and her groans. She tried to place the sound as one of the home’s appliances, but it was unfamiliar. She realized it came from nearby.

The persecution of the tongue refusing to directly lick her clit subsided. Something smooth and hard and vibrating pressed her eager nubbin.

Toni shouted as nirvana rushed at her all at once.

But the heady sensation of the thrumming object disappeared in an instant, though the enticing sound of it remained.

She wailed and tried to seek it out as she hung on orgasm’s edge.

Her imprisoned legs kept her still, unable to reach the device’s alluring touch.

It returned, but not to her clamoring clit.

It throbbed a path between her pussy folds, shivering her softest flesh.

It was alluring, but not enough to finish the surge to climax.

The need to come eased to the point where she was no longer in danger of immediate surrender.

..but she remained desperate for release.

She keened a wordless plea, which went ignored.

After a few agonizing seconds that felt like hours, the slender vibrator slipped in a couple of inches.

Her eager cunt seized on the tapered tip of it and sought to draw it in farther.

The device retreated, then pushed deeper.

It slowly fucked her as the tyrannical tongue resumed circling her clit.

Heady tremors sent darts of delight through her, but the pleasure was tinged by agony.

She wanted to come so badly, but she couldn’t.