Page 12 of Fog of War (Over the Moon)

Gabbie

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

I held onto Paladus’s neck, my mouth against his, and the gong of regret rang through my mind. My eyes popped open as soon as I realized what I’d done. And that he wasn’t kissing me back.

But that stupid grin! He was such a devil, teasing me about his injuries like that.

And then all I could think about was how I’d known when I’d smacked him the first time in that field that I was a goner.

I would have been chasing his smirk and laughter for the rest of my life, living alone in my cozy autumnal apartment with ten cats and two doomed goldfish.

I was still up for the cats and the goldfish, but the alone part?

I’d worn my adventure pants for a reason.

But maybe it was too soon… Maybe Paladus wasn’t sure about me.

Who was I kidding?! Neither of us were sure. We’d crashed together and were now standing awkwardly by the side of the road, brandishing our insurance cards.

I pulled my mouth back, a contrite crease in my brow, and breathed in the powder, blood, and soil that coated his plates. I needed to apologize, didn’t I? I’d ruined his festival. His clan’s plans.

“Paladus, I’m s–”

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, pushing his face against mine again, wrapping his talons around my waist. I opened my mouth against his and his bifurcated lips pinched my tongue. His mandibles vibrated like cricket legs against my cheeks, making my lungs clench at the erotic novelty.

Not a single thing about kissing Paladus was human. Not his mouth or his sounds or his textures. I nicked my tongue on one of his fangs with a gasp and he sucked on it with abandon, stealing the swell of blood for himself. His raw hunger consumed me like an inferno.

So much so that when his talons bit into my butt and lifted me off the ground, I opened my thighs and wrapped my ankles around his narrow waist without thinking. Without thinking! Who was I? Who had snatched my body while I was out cold?

Paladus had. That’s who.

He pressed me against the wall, which immediately slid open because it was actually the bathroom door.

I shrieked as my hair and hospital gown shot up towards the ceiling with it and we tumbled out onto the floor.

Paladus twisted in time to take the fall and my knees hit the ground on either side of his hips.

I propped myself up on his chest with a shocked stare, pushing my dirty hair out of my face. “Oh my god, are you okay?!”

Paladus gripped my hip bones and pressed his erection into my core. Eyelids heavy with lust, he grinned and that piercing stare climbed up my body. He licked his fangs with a purple tongue, hrumming as they glinted from behind his mandibles like the tines of a saw blade.

“The planet could burn right now and I wouldn’t lift a finger to stop it, vira,” he purred, the tone of his abyssal hrum obscuring his words.

He rolled his hips and I felt them. Them.

As in the nodes along the underside of his shaft that I’d seen on the toys in the market.

They vibrated with his hrum and when my breath hitched, he stopped, grinding his hips up, pulling my hips down.

I clutched his dirty plates as my clit swelled, and closed my eyes.

I whimpered, trembling from the wire coiled between my legs, waiting to snap.

“Use me,” Paladus pleaded.

My brows rose together with helpless pleasure. I rocked my hips in tiny bursts, pressing my open folds against the scrap of ceremonial skirt separating his body from mine. I leaned forward, just enough, just so…

My voice broke as pleasure skittered across my skin and my climax thudded through my core.

It coated his loin cloth in slippery fluid and I shied away from the vibration, too sensitive to handle it.

I squeezed his sides with my thighs, separating our bodies with a moan as my muscles shook and my elbows wobbled like jelly.

Paladus rolled to his feet, hoisting me in his arms in one smooth motion and depositing me on the bed. I bounced, catching myself on my elbows as he kneeled between my knees, the mattress dipping under his weight.

“I need you,” he breathed, reaching for the tie of his skirt.

“Are you sure?” I asked, still throbbing between the legs. His hrum was prolonging the feeling, making me whimper and shiver. My teeth clacked together as if I was cold.

Paladus shucked his skirt and threw it across the room, swaying above me to the rhythm of his breath.

He paused so I could look at him and my throat constricted.

His cock bounced up against his plates, weeping pearlescent bue precum.

The four nodes on the underside were swollen and vibrating like speaker cones.

If I tried to use my mouth on him, I wouldn’t be able to reach past the first.

“Are you?” he asked, raising one brow.

I swallowed hard, then pawed at the latches on my care gown with clumsy fingers, trying to get it off me and failing.

Paladus snarled with impatience as soon as he realized what I was trying to do. Rather than help me out of it, he grabbed my knees, slid my butt towards him until they smacked against his thighs, and lifted my hips off the sheets.

I gasped as he forced my legs apart and pressed his face to my slippery pussy. He ran his facial plates through my fluids with a groan.

“What are you doing?!” I squeaked, clutching his wrists with my fingers, wobbling this way and that as he rubbed his face between my legs like I was his favorite catnip toy.

“I want this scent on me every day,” he growled. Then his purple tongue slithered out of his mouth and tasted me from back to front in one long, languid stroke. My toes curled as I tried to slam my legs shut.

Paladus fixed his glare on my wide eyes and hrummed with a vicious edge, giving me no room to back away.

“If you’re squirming to squirm, then go ahead, vira. I like a fight. But use your words if you don’t want me to fuck you. Do you understand? Because if you struggle like this, all it’s going to do is make me take you harder.”

“Holy shit,” I babbled, shocked at my own language. My cheeks blistered and tingled, every nerve-ending under my skin so raw and ready that even the air lit me up like a sparkler.

Paladus lowered his face to my core slowly, watching to see if I’d tell them no.

I snapped my mouth shut and panted through flared nostrils in anticipation, and he pressed his bifurcated lips to my entrance.

His mandibles flared open on a monstrous grin as he opened his mouth, dragging his chin through my folds.

And then his long, solid tongue speared me.

His tongue wasn’t like a human–pliant with a flat, pebbled face.

It was smooth and conical with a soft point.

A point that reached my cervix and then curled up, dragging against the roof of my channel as his hrum coursed through the muscle.

He thrust his tongue like an engine piston, learning and taking.

“Don’t–don’t stop,” I panted, hardly able to breathe. I clawed at his thighs, gripping the edges of his plates to keep my heat pressed to his glistening face. I was so wet that my pussy squelched and fluid dripped up my spine, pooling into the sheets.

Paladus stilled his tongue inside me, pressing the point into the spongy interior until he found just the right spot. When his hrum grew, my legs quaked. My toes went numb and I threw my head back on a loud, ripping moan.

Coming this time was raw, nearly painful, as if I was being milked of lust rather than seeking it of my own accord. Paladus withdrew his tongue and kissed my ignored clit, pinching it between his lips. I jolted, pushing his face away, and he smacked it with a sharp snap of his mandibles.

“Brat,” he hissed.

“Devil.”

Paladus’s eyes flared and he grinned, licking his mouth clean. He lifted me by my shoulders and shoved me back so there was more room for him to sprawl out, caging me beneath his massive weight. He curled his talons around the collar of my care gown and gently pulled it taut.

“Your devil,” he purred, lessening his vibrations enough that I could think straight.

He didn’t say anything more, just held me there with my neck aloft.

I examined his features. The blood and smeared powders.

He’d been painted to perfection the night before with glowing white fangs on his mandibles and skeletal cheekbones.

Now he looked like a god coated in the spoils of war, from the blood caked into his plates to my fluids on his face.

“Mine,” I whispered, barely bold enough to say it out loud. I pushed up on the bridge of my nose out of habit and he pressed his forehead to mine with a huff.

“I’ll find your souls-damned glasses,” he sighed.

I breathed a laugh, but then his cock was pressing into my entrance and it broke into slack-faced wonder.

He sheathed himself in my body slowly, hitting my womb and then pushing for another inch.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he lifted his face to the room and adjusted his hands, pressing them into the mattress on either side of my head.

When he pressed forward again, the hrum stuttered back to life.

His nostrils flared as he bottomed out, sending sparks through my channel.

He pressed in again, stretching me open, wanting to go deeper.

His nodes popped in and out of my entrance with each slow thrust, rubbing my perineum until my walls tingled and my teeth chattered.

His hip bones pressed against the backs of my thighs and he stopped, lowering his face to look me in the eye. He slid his talons down the front of my hospital gown, slicing it in two. When he pressed knuckles against my skin, a smear of green powder remained.

Paladus snapped his hips, gliding in and out of my body at a faster and deeper pace, no longer stretching for room, but beating me like a wave.

My shoulders butted up against his wrists with every thrust, keeping me caged and at his mercy, and I loved it.

I sobbed his name and begged for more, tears gathering on my lashes.

He licked those up too, smelling the salt on my temples as they raced into my hairline.

“Too much?” he snarled, trying so hard to sound civil.

“More,” I managed, biting his mandible. He hissed and drove me into the bed with desperation. “Everything! I-I want everything!”

Admitting it out loud was a liberation for my soul.

I wanted the sounds of someone else’s life in my home. I wanted to travel. I wanted cozy, dreary, rainy days and I wanted devils. I wanted Paladus. I’d wanted him since the first moment we shook hands. I wanted to be greedy.

“I want your come,” I declared, breasts bouncing, tingling from the force of his thrusts. He shuddered at my words. “Come inside me, please. Paladus, give me–ah!”

My vir pressed his palm into my shoulder and held me in place while his other hand hugged my thigh to his chest, hitching my ankle against his neck. His cock swelled, mixing pleasure and pain as he battered my seat bones with his hips.

And then he groaned, his hrum sputtering like a drowning engine. His seed was thick, each jet forceful enough to feel as his shaft jumped and his nodes grew as hot as massage stones.

Panting harder than a stallion, Paladus’s grip eased. His brow plates creased and he fell to his elbows above me. My sweaty skin stuck to his plates where we touched, and he buried his nose in the dewy side of my throat.

“Begging was unfair,” he groused, tickling my ear.

I lifted my hand to his head in an instinct to run my fingers through his hair, but found a soft crest behind his spires instead and massaged it. He hummed in thanks, content to lay with our hearts punching at each other through our chests.

“What happens now?” I asked, tentatively broaching the subject. Paladus leaned his weight on one elbow, giving me more room to breathe.

“I get three satbits of leave. Convergence and military ops don’t mix well together,” he said, examining all the smears of powder and soil he’d left on my skin. “So we can do whatever you want, Gabbie. Go to Earth, date like humans, request a transfer… Whatever you want.”

I turned to look at him with just the faintest hint of a smile. “As long as we’re together, though, right?”

Paladus’s eyes sharpened. “Don’t even try to suggest otherwise.”

I beamed, gathering up the split front of my hospital gown and fisting it over my chest as I wriggled my toes in a little dance. I was feeling bashful now that our blood wasn’t boiling with desire.

“Okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you...”