Page 12 of Hunter’s Valentine (Xarc’n Warriors)

The sound of Sara screaming in pleasure was everything I hadn’t known I needed in life. I’d thought destroying the scourge was my ultimate purpose, but now I wondered if giving her ecstasy was a more fulfilling one.

I wasn’t completely inside her yet, but I was happy just to fuck her any way I could. I’d never done this before, but I followed my instincts and her feedback, latching onto every reaction like a prize. She was so tight I had to struggle to move, but it felt so good, especially when her hips started moving back against mine. I reached around her body, searching for the tiny nub that gave her pleasure. The moment my fingers found the spot, she gasped and shoved back hard.

The last section of my cock sank in, and another scream bounced off my shuttle walls. I held still, letting her get used to me.

“Breathe.”

She was taking such shallow breaths I was worried she’d pass out. After a few seconds, I rubbed the little nub again, and with each pass of my fingers I felt her walls clench tighter around me. I kept stroking, buried in her to the hilt until she was moaning and pushing back against me. I didn’t let up until she was pulsing around me, crying and begging wordlessly.

Fresh wetness coated my cock, and I finally straightened up to grab her hips again. When I pulled out, it was like her cunt had suctioned onto me. I watched, fascinated, as each section disappeared into her welcoming warmth again.

With one hand on her hips and the other reaching forward to tangle in her hair, I started to fuck her again, this time with my entire cock. I still took it slow, but it was killing me. I needed more.

I inhaled the scent of her pleasure and squeezed her luscious, round ass before giving it a soft tap with an open palm. The sound was sharp as it echoed through my shuttle. She reacted by grinding her hips back against me, hard.

I growled, grasping both hips again to hold her still.

“Do not,” I said through a clenched jaw. “I’m trying to be gentle.”

Sara turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, she deliberately did it again. And again. Each time, a look crossed her face that could’ve been mistaken for pain were it not for the overpowering scent of lust in the air.

Krux !

That last one was too much. The self-control I’d been clinging so hard to shattered.

I growled and started hammering into her, fucking her hard. She cried out, the sound muffled when she buried her face into the sleeping mat. I closed my eyes, trying my best to last, but then her channel started to milk me again.

It started at the base of my spine. It felt as if Sara and I were connected, and we were feeling everything together. She became everything, my entire existence. Every cry from her lips, every squeeze of her cunt, every whiff of her lust… It all added to the pool until it overflowed. Then I was coming with a snarl and spilling into her.

I held still until the shuttle was quiet again, with nothing but the sound of our breathing. I arranged her limp, thoroughly satisfied body so that she was tucked into my arms, not wanting to be separated from her just yet.

I didn’t know how long we lay there or when we fell asleep, but I was suddenly jolted awake when my shuttle alerted me that something was approaching the craft. Since the shuttle didn’t believe we were in danger I ignored it, but I did disentangle myself reluctantly from my little female. We were sticky and sweaty.

“I will clean us up.” I went to retrieve a damp towel.

“Oooh! It’s warm,” Sara said, stretching lazily in my sleeping nook.

“Affirmative. There is a special alcove in the facility that disinfects and prepares our cleaning towels,” I explained.

I joined her back on the bed and turned on the privacy screen. It settled across the entrance to the sleeping nook, shutting us in.

“Oh, I didn’t know that was there.” She reached out to touch it. “It’s solid, but not quite.”

“It is made of energy.” I reached around her to the control panel and brought up my favorite scene. Stars appeared, dotting the ceiling along with Xarc’n twin moons. Blue and purple grass swayed gently in an unfelt breeze around us.

She gasped. “So pretty!”

“This is Xarc. It might be gone, but we can still sleep under its skies.”

“What about the people outside?”

“The infected? My ship is monitoring them. One more came out from the building, but he was very far gone and did not understand that his comrades were trapped. You are safe in here. The storm is still raging outside. We will rest until it ends.”

She yawned, even as she nodded. I tucked her into the hollow of my body, musing at how perfectly she fit there. Then, under the Xarc’n night sky, we slept.