Page 21 of Scars & Starlight (Of Blood and Conquest #1)
KAIREN
I observe Tara as she soaks up the evening sun's rays atop the Talon, my feet submerged in the icy cold lake water. I taught her how to use her nanites to fly short distances, and while she’s not very graceful at it yet, it’s enough that I don’t have to worry about her hurting herself accidentally.
“Do you think she will be alright?” I ask Kiko, surprising myself. I don’t think I ever asked a mech about someone’s emotional health before.
The AU turns from where he’s analyzing some soil samples for who knows what reason. “Humans apply varying methods to process trauma. Some prefer to be alone with their thoughts, like the princess is doing now. Some turn to less healthy endeavors.”
“Mmm,” I hum, observing the fish darting around my ankles.
“Some humans use sexual intercourse to distract themselves from troubles,” the mech adds with an overly bright voice, making me sputter.
“Turn the volume down, you troublemaker,” I hiss at him. Maybe he should be reset to factory settings? “Why are you digging in the soil anyway?” I ask in a grumble .
“Officer Cyrel contacted me after you spoke with the command crew. She wanted to know the current extent of nuclear fallout from an accident on this continent decades ago.”
“And?” I ask, curious. We would know if it were unsafe to be here – the nanites would have warned me immediately.
“Negligible,” Kiko answers. “According to the weather patterns around and after the nuclear incident, most of the fallout landed elsewhere on the landmass.”
“I see.” I turn to look at my match again. I don’t know how much longer I can last without feeling her skin against mine. “If you’re done, head inside into the AU compartment,” I order Kiko.
“Yes, Commander.” His lenses focus with a whirr. “You should know, the princess is currently not in a fertile phase, and will remain so for another–”
“I do not need to know,” I interrupt him. I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Get inside before I dismantle you. And Kiko,” I add as he turns. He whirls around immediately. “I hope you’re not reporting everything to Cyrel or anyone else, for that matter.”
“Understood, My Prince,” he chirps. Does he really, though?
Shaking my head, I call my nanite suit and fly up to the top of the Talon, touching down right behind Tara. She tilts her head back to look at me.
“Enjoyed the lake?” she asks, her voice husky from relaxing in the silence for hours.
“It’s very different from Avaren bodies of water.” I lie down by her side and turn my head so I’m facing her.
“How so?”
“Avaris is a lot darker than Earth,” I reply. “Some sunlight filters through the large fungi, but the moist ground is mostly illuminated by spores. That’s why we built up early on in our development.”
“Huh,” she muses with a slight smile on her lips.
“What?” I question, unable to resist smiling back.
“You just proved you can say moist without it giving me the ick,” she answers, her button nose scrunched up playfully. I lift my hand to tap it.
“We don’t like moist?” I surmise. “How about damp?”
“I personally prefer damp to moist,” she says sagely.
I roll until I’m on top of her, relishing the little gasp that leaves her lips when my new position registers. “How about wet?” I murmur, pressing my pelvis against hers.
“Wet is good,” she breathes, arching up to meet me.
Growling, I kiss a path down her cheek to her ear. “I’m going to make love to you for as long as we draw breath, but that’s not what I want to say now.”
“N–no?” she stutters. “What do you want to say?”
I gently take her earlobe between my teeth, mindful of my sharp teeth against her delicate skin. “Now, I want to tell you that I’m going to fuck you until you have no other thought in your mind but how good my cock feels inside you.”
Tara moans in response, undulating against me. I move my mouth down to her neck.
“Now, I want to hear you beg me to make you come, over and over again, making you gush with each orgasm until we’re both soaked from your pussy.”
“Kairen!” she calls out, either from my words or my now-straining cock pressing against the juncture of her legs. “No one has ever talked to me like that. I didn’t expect this from you.” Her breath comes out in staggers, making the words hard to discern.
I pull back to take in her eyes. They’re glazed but unafraid. “Unexpected, perhaps. But is it welcome, Tara?”
She nods, and her arms wrap around my shoulders, applying pressure to pull me back down. However, I don’t comply until I get the answer I need.
“Use your words, Princess,” I order her. Instead of saying yes or no, she bites her lip.
“I also never thought I’d hear those words directed at me,” she says with a flush.
“Tara,” I growl, lowering my head again until my eyes are all she can see.
“I need you to tell me if it’s alright that I take you against this ship until you’re incapable of speaking at all.
Because your body is screaming yes at me, and I might soon forget how to be a decent male.
” Her eyes widen the longer I speak. “For entire rotations, I had you near me,” I continue.
“Knowing you’re my match, knowing you’re mine.
Resisting the urge to show you how much I’d worship you if you’d let me. ”
“Yes,” she finally breathes. “Y–yes, Kairen. I want you too.”
That’s all I let her say before I press my mouth against hers, my hands already working on pulling up her top. I detach only long enough to pull it over her head, getting my first look at her bare chest. My bravado leaves me for a moment as I gulp.
“You’re not wearing any support,” I whisper, my eyes locked on her light brown nipples, now peaking in the mountain breeze.
Her cheeks warm further in the golden light of the sun heading toward lastlight. “There’s not much there to support,” she says with a cringe.
I move fast and bite the side of her breast, holding down her shoulders when she reflexively tries to shoot up.
“I don’t want to hear you call any part of yourself anything less than perfect from now on, love.” I level my sternest military look onto her. “Am I understood?”
She eyes the side of her breast where an imprint of my teeth begins to form in a red outline. When her gaze returns to mine, she swallows audibly. “You’re understood,” she breathes.
“Good. Now, allow me to worship Avaris’ princess.”
With that, I lower my lips to her skin again, tasting the beads of sweat gathering in the divots of her neck.
I extend my tongue and lap them up like a male dying of thirst. As her breathing picks up speed once more, I arch to take one of the tempting, firm peaks into my mouth, gently pulling until her hips buck up, arrested by the cage of my body .
“Kai,” she murmurs as her fingers slot through my hair, twining in it, pulling rhythmically.
I take that as an order to lavish her neglected breast with the same amount of affection.
Once she’s squirming underneath me, I go lower on her body, dipping my tongue into her belly button before grabbing the waistband of her shorts and pulling them down in one smooth motion.
Even her utilitarian black underwear looks appealing, stretched over the mound of her womanhood, dipping with its natural contours, darker where her wetness soaked it.
A purr leaves me as I lower my nose to the wet fabric and take a deep inhale.Tara tries to squeeze her legs together, but I press them further apart with my hands instead.
“Stay still while I feast, Princess,” I command darkly, getting a strangled moan in return.
“Kairen,” she pleads again. For what? For me to continue? To stop her manufactured sense of embarrassment? There is nothing embarrassing about a male fully enjoying the most delicious part of his female.
With that in mind, I press my open mouth against her center, sucking on the tight bundle of nerves through the damp material.
The flavors mix into the headiest taste in the universe.
I growl with possessiveness; I will obliterate any male who comes near this treasure.
Perhaps even find the ones who did before. If any are still alive.
When my match screams from pleasure, I forget about everything else and give in to the urge to ensure I have nothing between my tongue and her sex, shredding the fabric into pieces.
At the sight of the dewy brown curls, my hearts start pounding in my ears.
I’ve been all over the universe, but this is where I want to be the most.
I part her with my fingers and take the slick flesh between my lips, her whimpers spurring me on. I’m pressing my pelvis against the Talon’s armored alloy, trying in vain to relieve the mounting pressure, hoping for patience to satisfy her as many times as she will allow me.
“Kairen, please,” she moans breathlessly, her hips moving, seeking that fulfillment.
I offer my fingers as tribute, first one, and then, once that one is damp to the top knuckle, the other.
I know what she wants, what she needs, but she’s so tight, I need to prepare her, need to give her this first.
One of her palms slams down at her side, the other presses on the back of my head, pulling me in.
Thanks to my nanites’ endless supply of information, I know human females are built in ways I’m familiar with, and I turn and curl my fingers inside her, tapping against the soft spongy area that should drive her wild.
I’m rewarded with a guttural scream as her channel tightens around my fingers, and a fresh supply of her nectar on my tongue.
Tara orgasms with a cry of my name, the sound better than any music, and I have to clench my teeth not to follow her into the abyss.