Page 164 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

When I rubbed my already drenched core against his erection, he growled, his head lifting so he pinned me with the sheer force of his intense gaze.

The bone-white comb that started at the center of his forehead glowed lavender in the strange sunlight on this planet, his skin shifting to match the tones of our surroundings in an ever-moving slide of colors.

I had a feeling he’d lost all control of his camouflaging ability, and I took great satisfaction in the knowledge, we weren’t even fucking yet.

Was it the thought that we were about to that was setting him off?

He broke our stare-down, his growling noise shifting into what was clearly a satisfied purr instead, and then he shifted his hips in a sharp move.

His cock slid through my folds just right, and his name rolled off my tongue in a deep moan.

“Yes, do that again.” My fingers clawed at his back, trying to hold on and ride out the sensation as he did it again and again.

Then he dipped his head and sharply sucked on one of my sensitive peaks, and an orgasm rolled through me so suddenly it stole my breath.

“Oh… wow…” I stammered, my legs falling open when they trembled too much to hold onto him.

His deep purr became even deeper as he lifted off me and looked down between our bodies at where his cock was nestled between my folds.

The dark purple tip glistened wetly, and my core clenched in anticipation.

He held his weight above me with one arm, his bicep tightly curled just beside my head.

He slid his other hand down my body in an encompassing, possessive caress I felt deep in my bones.

He fisted his erection, his hand steady as he nudged the head through my folds, down until he had it lodged against the opening of my channel.

His eyes found mine, his intense stare accompanied by a tilt of his hips, and then he was in. Filling me, stretching me.

He was big, of course he was. I had seen that when he’d masturbated in front of me.

Still one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced.

He stretched me to capacity, but my body was slick and welcoming, eager to accommodate.

I let him know just how welcome he was by tilting my hips and changing the angle. “Yes, more.”

His purr turned to a growl that vibrated up his shaft and straight into my body.

His hips surged, sinking him into me to the hilt.

I saw stars, I was so full, and he felt so right.

He set a fast, urgent pace. Each time he bottomed out, his pelvis hit just right against my clit; soon, I was close to coming again, my body tight as a bowstring.

My hips shifted to meet his every thrust, my eyes focused on his, eagerly taking in that feral, satisfied grin.

I felt owned, possessed, and I loved every second of it.

My release wasn’t quiet; I yelled out his name so loudly that it wasn’t unlikely the naga heard us.

It was the best damn feeling ever, all the tension went out of my body.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. And Fierce’s steady thrusts, they stuttered, his eyes sliding down my body to focus on where his blue cock penetrated my pale flesh.

“Hina,” he moaned, his last thrust going deep, and then he threw back his head and roared, the sound putting my own scream to shame.

He came down on both elbows above me, his mouth covering mine in a deep kiss I eagerly returned.

And then the burning sensation started—just behind the entrance to my channel—a stretching feeling like I had expected when he first put that big member inside of me.

My eyes widened when it got a little worse,; it wasn’t painful, exactly.

In fact, on my sensitive flesh, it was putting pressure on nerves that made it feel really nice. But what the hell was going on?

“Fierce? What’s happening?” I asked, cupping his jaw to make sure he saw the mild worry I felt, despite the pleasure. I wasn’t sure if I should try to pull away or let it happen. It felt like he was swelling more, locking us together.

At least I could tell he picked up on my worry because his face went from blissful to tender and reassuring.

“Hina safe.” I was starting to get fed up with our limited range of communication.

How could he explain to me the peculiarities of his penis when all he could say in my language was safe?

I doubted what we’d just done qualified as safe sex to begin with; at least he was a different species, so I couldn’t get pregnant.

He shifted his hips a little, raised himself up a little more, and pointed at our joined bodies.

He growled out some words in his own language, then pressed his hips more tightly to mine when I instinctively tried to move away.

The pressure was letting up, but I was definitely stuck, he was too big now to just pull out.

My core clenched tightly, a spear of desire singing through my nerves that shocked me. Wow, I actually liked that. Did I?

It was intimate; post-sex cuddles were going to be a no-brainer with him.

I nibbled at my lips as I contemplated the situation.

Fierce tilted his head to the side, eyes focused on my face as he tried to decipher what I was feeling.

Then I saw the corner of his mouth curl up, and sharp canine teeth glinted at me.

He curled his body just so, and I felt the thick wedge of his cock—where he’d swollen—press against those nerves inside of me.

I saw stars; it was intense, in a good way.

When I moaned, he did it again and again.

A chuckle escaped his mouth as he watched me find pleasure in the way he moved in tiny surges.

His cock couldn’t really move, but it changed the pressure in a steady rhythm until I found release for the third time.

This one was softer, washing over me gently on a sigh.

After I went limp as a noodle, he gathered me in his arms, and, in what had to be a practiced move, rolled us so I was draped over his body. That was comfy, and I let myself relax, my eyes closing, a nap pulling me under. Surely a nap was fine; we’d call his ship after.