Page 55 of Taken to Heimo
I laugh and grind more forcefully against her, watch her eyes roll back into her skull. “You willmay’reeme. Iwillbe yourhouse’band.”
“You don’t…even have…my parents’ permission.”
“I will get it,” I snarl. “I am Krisxox of Voraxia.”
“And I am a human.”
“Hexa. A human who took me to the garden and butchered me among the flowers. Whatever I have to do to be yours, I will do it.”
She moans, loud and deep. “Krisxox, please take me.”
I laugh darkly at that. “After what happened last time? Nox.”
Her eyes fly open and she mewls. “You…you won’t?”
“I have felt your shame.” I reach up and touch my ridges. “I won’t rut you again until you are mywhiff.”
“Wife,” she whispers. “What do you know of it?”
“I know of it.” I grab her breast, drag my ridged tongue up the length of her neck. “I know thatwhiffandhouse’bandshare thislawvfor one another.”
“And what…what do you know of love?”
“It is the garden, Svera.” My stones are tight against my body, desperate with the need to release all over this female. I lower her to the floor, wrench up her shift, exposing her beautiful body to me.
I release my kilt and watch her eyes flare, but instead of covering her, I lower my mouth to her nipples, worshipping each dark brown peak in turn. Then I move lower still.
I bite and suck my way down her skin and as I move, I say, “It is not the fire in the desert, but the desert itself. It’s not the bright flare of the supernova, but space. It is forever, without change. A constant. It isheimo.”
She gasps as I reach her most sensitive skin, just below her curls. I pull up on them, then devour her. She shrieks loud and long as I rub my ridges up and over her most sensitive nub. Nectar from her hot slit spills out onto my chin and I lap at it, spearing her deep with my tongue when her shivering begins.
She grabs onto my hair like it’s the last thing anchoring her to this pod and I taste her and suck her and lick her until she breaks apart.
She comes for me and I feel like a god.
Her core clenches around my tongue as I slowly retract it from her body. She moans and kicks out with her right leg, the motion involuntary.
“Krisxox,” she begs, she pleads.
I sit up and wrench my kilt out of the way, then drop forward onto one hand. The other grabs my xora at its base and pumps one, two, three and a dozen more times.
I empty myself all over Svera’s body, covering her tits with blue, making sure to claim those pert nipples with my seed. I cover her stomach from rib to rib, her chest, her sternum. I want her weighted down by it and for the moment, she is. Arms spread out to either side, lips parted like she wants nothing more than for me to bring my xora to her mouth. The thought makes me wild and more seed comes. I shift forward and, with her shift bunched all the way up around her neck, I skip over it and aim for her mouth.
A shot of blue wets her lips and her cheek. She blinks rapidly and then the little bloodthirsty thing shocks me.
She wraps her arms around my ass and wrenches me forward, leaving my xora nowhere else to go but inside her mouth. She takes me into her wet entrance and the nerves up and down my shaft explode simultaneously.
“Aughwah!” I roar, unleashing a garbled shout as her heat creates a vacuum around me. She sucks and I collapse forward onto one elbow, unable to control the way my hips shudder and plunge forward, in and out of her.
“Xok!” I roar. Followed by, “May’reeme, Svera!”
She chuckles with my xora still inside of her and the vibration makes my toes clench in my boots. Why are we still xoking wearing our shoes?
I collapse onto the side of her, pulling out of her slowly. My muscles are all still firing, but I can’t move.
Time passes, not a lot of it, but enough for me to beg her one more time. “May’reeme.Pulayeez.”
She sits up and licks the blue off of her lips. She glances down at her chest and the blue spattered across it and then the filthy,filthyhuman drags one finger across her nipple, removing the blue, and sucks that finger into her mouth.
