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“Centare, they aren’t, because we’re the only ones here.”
“We are?” She glances up at me. Her eyes are glossier than they were.
That makes me smile. Such an emotional creature, my little pirate. I stroke her cheek. “Ontte. This is a private planet. One that I bought.”
“Youboughtthis planet?” I nod and lift an eyebrow, willing her to understand. She does — I can see it in the sudden shock that smacks her expression — but she’s resistant. She shakes her head. “Centare, centarecentarecentare. You didn’t buy this planet. This is some kind of weird joke…”
“The only laughing matter is why you still have on your clothes. I’m hanging on by a thread, Deena. I need to enter you soon.” Immediately.
She steps away from me and falls immediately into the water. I laugh and follow her as she backs away from me, trying to crawl, but the waves rise quickly over her head. She’s inundated once and then flounders until I reach down and grab her by the arms. Immediately, I begin pulling at her garments, needing them off.
“I bought this planet a hundred solars ago. The moment I decided that I wanted to fuck you for the first time on a beach. And I didn’t buy this planet for myself, Deena. This is yours, if you want it. If not, then it’ll just be our sex-cation whenever we want to use it.” Her shock only grows as I strip her completely naked.
She puts up no defense and shreds the last of mine. My cock starts to surge and the air is too cold against the exposed organ, but the water feels nice.What will feel nicer is being lodged deep inside her body…I scoop her up beneath the thighs and walk us further into the water, stopping only when it rises up to her shoulders and my chest.
I spread her legs and use her slick core to rub my cock, appeasing it for a few moments more. It’s hard to stand. Hard to think.
“I will get you pregnant here,” I say, voice devolving to snarls. I start to blink quickly, distorting the sight of her face.
She’s got water in her eyes and a smile touching her cheeks. “You bought me a planet? Me? Deena?”
“Ontte.”
“But you told Mathilda I was defective.”
I shudder at the memory. My fear. Seeing her pain. “Is that what this has been all about? I called you defective and you believed I was speaking about your leg or your stomach and this thing you callfat?”
Deena blinks up at me quickly and nods jerkily, rather than answer.
I laugh. I laugh loud enough to fan the sensations stirring in me. They could not be hotter than they are now. “I would have told her anything to keep her from selling you to another buyer. Defective was the only word I could think of, looking at you, and it has nothing to do with your warrior’s mark.
“I called you defective because you were willing to trade your life for another female’s. Selflessness is considered a faulty trait among most species. It demonstrates a clear lack of a will to live. Something that, with a blaster in your hands and carpets spread before you, I know you have in abundance. But now I’m beginning to think that I was perhaps correct in such an assessment.”
I drop my mouth to hers and hesitate just a breath before unraveling. “Perhaps youaredefective, but only because you have yet to admit that you also love me. I want to hear it, Deena. Say it.”
Her jaw works. My fingers curl into her rear. My upper hands palm her breasts and clutch the back of her head. My restraint is paper thin. Thinner than that. A thread. I want to break it. I wantherto break it. I want her to know just how defective she is to me. Because she isn’t at all.
“Deena…” I growl.
Her eyes unfocus and she licks her lips. “I love you, Rhorky bear.”
My heart burns, my cock swells. “I know you do. You’re just a pirate. Too stubborn to admit it. Now hold onto my shoulders and accept your first punishment.”
She moves before I do, crushing her mouth to mine as I lift her up, up, up, high enough that my cock can expand out of its shell and stretch its sensitive head towards her entrance. The flat head makes entering her more difficult, so I reach between us with one hand and finger her folds, spreading them wide with three fingers.
She moans against my tongue, tasting sweet, like the ocean water calmly ebbing around us in the magic we create. “Fuck me, Rhork.”
I wince as I grab the head of my cock and bring it quickly to her heat. I have to use two fingers to keep her open and another hand to guide me. The head of my erection meets resistance and I momentarily panic that I won’t fit.
“You’ll fit. Keep going,” she says, reading my mind.
Removing my hands and centering them on her hips, I push her down and piston my hips. The pleasure that blasts through me makes my knees buckle. Water was, in retrospect, a poor choice. I’m going to drown us both.
I stagger towards the beach, collapsing onto it with Deena beneath me, but Deena’s moving, pushing on my shoulder. “Roll over. Your tines…they’ll go in the sand.”
Confused, but exhilarated and far too delirious to think beyond her request, I roll onto my side and, from there, onto my back. She’s right. My tines sink into the soft orange and I’m left staring up at Deena, framed by the sun as she squats over my hips and works my shaft into her body, little bit by little bit. Her full breasts are a canvas to paint. I want them in my mouth and sit up. From there, I begin licking and biting.
“Oh shrov!” She shouts, hands finally finding my shoulders, knees finding the soft sand on either side of my hips.
