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Zoriss

Lumina fell asleep almost as soon as we turned out the lights.

I stayed up longer, just looking at her by the illumination trickling in through the antique blinds.

I was busy enumerating all the miracles that got us to this place.

I didn’t want to speak it out loud, but we’re going to need several more miracles in order to stay together.

Zorn and I have been traipsing around the galaxy with the military. Since our mother died, we barely kept up with Draalian news. We get home so rarely it isn’t part of our day-to-day concerns.

I only learned about the Earth mating exchange when I saw it on a vid at the bar where we were drugged and abducted. Although I invited Lumina to come back to Draal with me, I have no idea if it’s even a possibility.

Shaking my head, I try to keep myself from falling down a deep mental hole, then pay attention to Lumina’s warm skin on mine. She’s practically burrowed into me, one leg thrown over my hips, an arm flung across my waist, and her lips on my pec as if she fell asleep mid-kiss.

For a male who has believed his whole life that he would never know romantic love, I have no doubts that is what my heart is feeling right now.

Tamping down my urge to kiss her awake, I let her sleep. It was obvious her head was hurting. I don’t want to wake her up. I let myself fall asleep knowing I’ll open my eyes to my Lumina when I awaken.

“I thought I’d never wake you,” she giggles hours later when my eyes pop open from a deep sleep.

“Brazen female!” I accuse. My naked female is riding me. “How long have you been doing that?”

“Long enough that your belly is coated with my cream.”

She looks quite proud of herself. Her hips don’t miss a beat as she drags her slick folds across my scales.

“You’re beautiful,” I say as I hold the weight of her breasts in my palms.

“You used to talk during sex back in the cave. It was the only time your voice was sweet. I always wondered what you were saying.”

“You’re about to find out. It’s not going to be pretty.”

Her gaze whips to mine, her brows clenched in worry.

“You’re going to know all the warm praises I didn’t want you to understand.”

“Warm praises?” She’s smiling again, her blue gaze heated.

I pull her up my body, then press her torso toward me so I don’t have to move to suck her nipple into my mouth. This feels new, being able to speak with her, but we were together in the cave long enough that her body learned to communicate with mine very well.

I suck until her nipple is plump and needy, then scrape the tip. Today I use the little fangs that protrude from my top jaw until she squeals a high note, then moans deep and low. She must have been riding me for a while. She usually doesn’t make these noises until we’ve been at it a while.

“You started without me, Lumina? Naughty.”

“ Shamissspah ,” she nods, trying to smile, but too aroused to keep her mouth from popping open with a gasp of pleasure.

“Indeed.” I move my attentions to her other breast, my fingers plucking the moist one my mouth just abandoned.

She wiggles, rearranging herself so her wet folds surround my primary, riding it.

“Promise me,” she says, then pauses as she pants in delight, “we’ll never wait this long again.”

“Never,” I lie, knowing I shouldn’t make promises I can’t deliver.

Lumina

This feels so good I don’t want to prolong it. I want to impale myself on his secondary and find the bliss we perfected in that cave even when we hated each other—or tried to. But I want something different.

He has two cocks. I want to experience that.

I have to admit, my Draalian sexbot’s primary went unused. I wasn’t ready to try that. But I am with Zoriss.

He was planning on it. In the cave, he was preparing me.

When I couldn’t understand his words it was a bit daunting.

As mean as he was during the day, though, when we shared the blankets at night, his voice was soft and seductive.

And his hands were always gentle, even as his fingers explored the place that had never been breached.

Although he’s always been able to understand me, it’s a new thing for me to understand him, for us to have two-way communication. I’m fearful of his rejection although I have no reason to be.

“I want both tonight, Zoriss.” I pierce him with a serious look. Although I’m certain he knows what I mean, I add, “both cocks.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He tilts his head to get a better look at me.

I nod.

He flips me onto my back in one smooth move and climbs between my thighs as he opens me wider. When he nips up my thigh, I moan and shiver as he draws his fangs along the sensitive flesh.

He licks at the seam where my thigh meets my torso, teasing me mercilessly, then stabs his tongue into me without warning.

“Zoriss!” My fingers bite into his muscular shoulders as my fingertips register the patterned scales.

We’ve been here before, in the cave. Once he’s tasted me it’s like a military attack that doesn’t stop until he can declare victory. And victory only comes after I do—many times.

He lifts my legs, draping them over his shoulders to get a better angle, and groans deep and long and low as if he’s eating his last meal.

His little bump of a nose rubs my clit back and forth until I’m begging.

It’s only then that a thick finger slides into me as his talented tongue surrounds my clit.

My mind flashes me a picture of the way he furled and unfurled the two halves of his tongue to scandalize the woman who checked us in. The picture certainly doesn’t offend me, though. It’s hot as hell.

My release builds within me, gathering like the perfect storm.

At first, I’m aware that my lips transform from overly sensitive to almost numb.

My highly sensitized thighs are long forgotten.

Even the delicious sensations in my breasts grow unimportant as my clit becomes the center of my universe. My clit and my core.

He works my body as if he has an owners’ manual. No. As if he wrote the owners’ manual. I howl when I come, unable to contain the burst of joy and pleasure as my whole world narrows to just the two of us and my physical bliss.

He bites and nips his way up the center of my body, past my rib cage, up the valley between my breasts, and bestows the sweetest kiss on my panting lips. He tastes like me. It’s a testament to our intimacy.

“I never got to tell you how much I love your taste, how your scent is an aphrodisiac. There’s so much I want to share with you, Lumina.”

I kiss him hard.

“I want to share with you, too, Zoriss. Make love to me like it should be for you. Like a Draalian.”

His palms slide down my sides.

“Your body should be worshipped,” his voice is more growl than speech.

“No argument from me, Captain.”

After swirling his finger in my cream, he swipes it on my tight pucker.

In the cave, the first time he did it, I almost died of embarrassment.

Soon after that, though, I almost died of need.

It ramped me up and scandalized me in equal measures.

After that, the embarrassed shyness disappeared, and I yearned for it.

One finger breaches me, evoking a throaty moan and a thrust of my hips.

I want to say his name, but all that escapes my lips is the last letter, “Sss.”

He slides another finger inside, slowly, barely penetrating me, then slips it deeper as it joins the first.

“Okay?”

“Better than okay.”

Leaning to kiss me, keeping my mouth busy with kisses and avoiding his sharp fangs, his fingers scissor open and closed. We never got this far in the cave. I understand the phrase ‘hurts so good’ now.

“We’ll go slow,” he breathes into my mouth. “Betharn wasn’t built in a day.”

“Neither was Rome. Let’s try.”

He grabs my hips and thrusts his primary into my core in one long, even, smooth move. It’s the first time he’s breached me with his primary. He’s big. Bigger than my sexbot at home. The scales wake up every nerve ending inside me, or maybe it’s all the Draalian bumps and ridges.

“I’m going to make you come again, sweet. One more time just for fun.”

He’s smiling, but instead of hiding his fangs like usual, he displays them prominently. Pointing out our differences instead of our similarities. It makes my heart skip a beat.

“Bite me with them,” I demand before I even realize I had the thought.

“Absolutely. Another time, though,” his voice is so rough it barely sounds like him.

He pounds into me. His angle is just right so his slick secondary slides along my little bundle of nerves, arousing me with every thrust.

Dipping his head, he growls, “Now,” into my ear. And I come. On command.

When I reach it, this orgasm is so powerful, the muscles in my throat strain as I grunt with the effort.

“You’re so beautiful,” he croons into the shell of my ear even as his hips don’t miss a beat while pistoning into me.

As I float down from my physical high, like a feather slowly drifting to earth, he lifts my thigh, reaches beneath it, and presses his primary against my back hole. It’s slicked from having been in my core.

Then he stops, looking at me for approval.

“Go for it, Draalian.”

He presses with sexy hip thrusts. I’m sensitized and needy. My barriers are down. I’m filled with the primal urge to have him inside me. For him to take me, to own me, everywhere.

He stops, just the head of his cock inside me as we wait for my body to accept him. My sphincter tries to push him out for a moment, but he stills, refusing to relinquish the ground he fought so hard to gain.

My body rejects the pain signals it’s receiving and identifies them as pleasure instead.

“Shit,” I say, not knowing how else to narrate the physical bliss I’m experiencing. He reads me completely wrong and almost retreats.

“Forward,” I entreat, the word barely a breath. “Captain.”

And the onslaught continues. We grunt in unison with every thrust. Every inch he gains is a sensual victory—until I’m full. Just to drive home the point, he presses once, twice more to make certain he can’t penetrate me even one millimeter more.

His handsome face is thrown back, his Adam’s apple prominently displayed, the muscles in his throat straining. He swallows with effort, his eyes closed as he appears to be swimming in bliss.

I feel full, taken, owned. So connected I know in my heart nothing can tear us asunder. Nothing.

“Two, Love?” he asks, his gaze inspecting my face, examining for reluctance. He’s not going to find any.

After notching his secondary at my core, he glides in slowly, all the while whispering in my ear and telling me how good this feels, how tight I am.

Tight? Hell yes. Full. Taken. Both his cocks are in me. It’s right and good and perfect. He’s exactly where he should be. It’s physical and mental and emotional. It washes away the crazy mixed messages of the cave and replaces them with the sublime connection we’re experiencing now.

I can’t wait another moment to race to the finish line.

“Fuck me,” I demand.

It’s like the starting gate opened at a horse race, where the horses transform from still to explosive movement from one heartbeat to the next.

Every muscle in his body moves with grace and power as he sheds all inhibitions and pounds into me. Every deep thrust is a statement of his need, his caring, his desire. For me, for us, for now, and for the future.

It’s too much. Too overwhelming. Between the physical and emotional overload, I don’t feel like an active participant.

It’s as if I’m watching a cataclysm, a tsunami, a wall of bliss a thousand feet high that’s barreling at me a thousand miles an hour.

When it hits, it’s both a shock and a foregone conclusion.

I scream so loud it shocks me, yet I have no desire to tone it down or control it. Covering my mouth with his, he moans into me as he releases. I feel his powerful jets inside my ass, only now realizing I’ve never felt him ejaculate before. I remember it’s only Draals’ primaries that release.

Right this moment I want to keep riding the blissful wave of pleasure until the deluge of delight turns into a manageable flow.

At times I talk too much, like when I’m anxious or uneasy or even sometimes when I’m happy.

But this minute I can’t speak at all. There are so many consonants and vowels and words and sentences and paragraphs whirling in my head I don’t know where to start.

I want to praise him and vomit out my feelings to him.

I want to talk about the future—both my dreams and my worries.

There’s too much, so I clamp my teeth together, then, for good measure, I press my lips shut and just watch the whirlwind of thoughts circle in my head.

I can, however, let my body eloquently speak to the handsome man in my arms. Somehow, we’re lying, our heads on the almost-flat pillows, and my palm is pressed against his muscular pec. I stroke him, letting my hands do the talking.

Dipping his head to kiss the top of my head, he makes a little hum in the back of his throat.

“I never dreamed, not for a second, not seriously, that I’d have that, Lumina. Let’s add that to the list of miracles. Thank you.”

He shouldn’t have to thank me. It was a gift—freely offered. But the fact that he did, in that sincere tone of voice, makes me tear up in happiness.

“I did dare to dream it, Zoriss. But I never believed I’d have it. Thank you .”