Page 59 of Taken to Voraxia
“Xoran, what are you doing?” I say on a laugh, but he doesn’t answer me. He’s transfixed. His eyes are orbs and his ridges ripple with purple and black, something dark and possessive.
He pulls me roughly and lays me down in the center of the pallet. He lines my body with his and slowly his fingers move across my face and down my neck. He massages and spreads his seed all over me until he reaches my belly button and the paste runs out. He seems annoyed by that and when he shifts over me, it is with determination.
He slides into me and I’m shocked he’s hard again so quickly. I gasp, but the sensation doesn’t last. He grunts and withdraws fully. His hand reaches for his cock and he pumps it only twice before more cum launches from the tip and onto my belly.
He works his cock and rasps words under his breath that the translators don’t catch while his seed falls over my hips and drips between them through my folds. Focusing there, he slides the head of his cock across my core in deliciously slow strokes, painting me with words I’ve never spoken and with a meaning I don’t know. And I don’t care to know. Just as long as he doesn’t stop.
“Oh moons,” I moan breathlessly, “it feels so good, Xoran…I’m going…I’m…I’m coming…” And I do. I break apart under that slight pressure and curl my fingers into his shoulders just to ride the next wave. Wave after wave.
His warm breath growls in my ear as his body collapses over mine, “Nox. It doesn’t feel justgood. It is everything.”
His cock punches into me again and he’s still just as rock hard as he had been the first time we were together. I don’t think he ever tires, or if he does, his ability to rebound has left me shaky.
I can barely move, which is fine because he doesn’t let me. He pins my shoulders beneath his hands and ruts in and out of me frantically.
Every time I try to bring my legs together, he growls and holds them apart, leaving me capable of little more than screaming out orgasm after orgasm. And he doesn’t stop. It’s only again, only more. The world could have set fire around us and it wouldn’t have mattered. We burn regardless.
He spends inside of me, everywhere. Wanting more of my mouth. Wanting my pussy. Wanting me. He wants me in ways I have known Kiki is wanted by colony boys, but I never thought it could happen to me. And I want him too. I want him with a wanting strong enough to make time blur.
I do not deny him and it’s only after eternities pass that I feel his body start to give up and give out. I laugh desperately, because he tries anyways to continue to plunge his hips towards mine, even though his body is all but collapsed. Finally, he exhales a shaky breath into my hair. His hips still. All movement ceases.
“Your xora is still in me,” I mumble though the voice is hardly my own. Like the rest of me, it’s been stripped bare.
“Hexa. It will stay there.” He pauses and leans over me to brush my cheek with his lips. He bites down on my earlobe and whispers there, “Unless you are unwell? Do you wish for me to pull my xora out of your breeding mound?”
Oh stars…“Nox, I don’t.”I really don’t.
“But you are a human. You need sustenance three times a solar. You have not yet fed. May I feed you, my Miari?”
I can’t help but shudder. He says my name with a sigh and a caress. My stomach chooses that moment to rumble and I don’t have to wait more than my next breath before he pulls his length out of me and lurches out of our furs.
Staggering to the doorway, he takes a moment to point at me. Threateningly. “You do not wash or I will be forced to start again.”
My pussy gushes at the command and I moan as my thighs press together. I’m a canon of sensitivity and even though I’m sore and sticky and sweaty and so very well sexed, I realize that the purring inmychest is loud and if he wanted to, I could go again.
I sit up when he returns, sliding into the nest next to me and holding a platter towards me stacked high with cold, thinly sliced meats, and flat folded delicacies, blocks of dried something that could just as easily be dariy-based as it could be bread-based or from some kind of nut. I have no idea. All I know is that I need the energy and quickly scarf some of the spicy and sweet foods into my mouth.
Between bites, I muse, “I wonder where the breeding belt went.” He shredded it sometime in the past many moments. I laugh, not caring in the slightest.
He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I will need to breed you eventually in the belt if we are to make a youngling.”
Finished eating, I turn towards him then and set the tray aside. “Nox, you don’t. Humans on our planet breed without the belt. Maybe it will be the same for us.”
“Verax?”
Inspiration hitting me, I lift a leg over his hips and lower myself down over his erection. “Hexa,” I moan.
He glances wildly at the connection between our bodies and balks, “Even like this?” He seems shocked by the idea.
I brace my forearms on his shoulders and kiss him gently on the lips. He fills me up all the way and even though I have been mounted a dozen times already, it still takes me a moment to get used to the new fullness, the new exquisite sensation.
“Hexa,” I gasp raggedly, “Even like this.”
A breath jerks into his lungs and he seems to struggle to move. Eventually, his clawed fingers dig into my fleshy hips and he starts to guide the motion, lifting me up and drive me down.
“Then…I will breed you many times to…increase our chances.”
I choke out my own response, arms looped around his neck as I lose almost all the elasticity my body has left. “You have already bred me many times.”
