Page 55 of Taken to Kor
“Ontte.”
“On your knees.”
“However you want.”
“Ontte. However I want. And when I want to drink your nectar, you’ll pull down your pants and let me bury my face in you, won’t you?”
“Ontte.”
“You’ll ride me on the net, drinking my come with your body. You’ll relieve me whenever I need, letting me empty into you again and again.”
Oh fuck yes. “Shrov!” I clench.
But his hips lose their speed and momentum. He stills for one painful second. “That wasn’t an answer. Will you let me use your body to drain my cock however I want? Whenever I want?”
“Ontte!”
“Then ontte,” he says, resuming his pace while my body climbs back to the dangerous ledge it’d been balancing on. “You’re like this come relief machine. But that is only one of the many things you are to me.”
“What are the rest?” I squeeze out through clenched teeth, inner thighs quivering, whole body shaking with a need to fall off that precipice and hit however many waves on my way down.
“Family,” he says with no great ceremony and my whole chest rips apart, giving him all the space he needs to reach in with all four of his great, gobbling hands, and resuscitate my long dead heart.
An orgasm rips through me and Rhork’s mouth somehow manages to find mine as he guides me through the rapids. I’m taken away, dragged in the undercurrent, skin pulled from flesh and rearranged on the other side. In this new shape and form I am a pirate, even though nothing about me is any different than it was.
It’s just the inside parts. They’re all Niahhorru now.
Because Rhork has given me something I didn’t know was real. Lovewithoutpain.
My eyes roll back into my skull and I shout out a whole host of expletives before finally, the thing I meant to say pops out, “I LOVE YOU, RHORK, TO THE MOON AND BACK.”
He laughs against the column of my throat, against which I feel the unmistakable scrape of his teeth. “Which one?” He whispers.
I slap his shoulder, but hold him tight as I feel his body tensing and his chest bucking and his hips jolting as he finally releases on top of my release. He groans my name and I feel like a goddess, one who rules the stars, one who can’t be caged.Never again.
Rhork groans and it’s the strangest feeling — his cock shrinking and eventually, pulling out of my body, splashing grey come everywhere. Some of it is swept away by the water, but not all. We drag ourselves as one single, connected unit until the water only laps at our feet. Sand rolls up and down my back, attacking my hair and the back of my neck. I’m gonna need a thousand passes of the cleaning radiator gun that the Niahhorru use in order to get rid of all this gunk.I love it.
He rolls onto his side but stops me when I try to roll onto mine. Instead he holds down one of my shoulders, keeping me on my back. He takes both of my ankles in one of his hands and pushes my knees to my chest, rolling me back, back and further back until I’m balancing on my shoulders and my butt is way up in the air.
“Uhh…Rhork?” I giggle at the compressed way my voice sounds.
Rhork doesn’t laugh though. He just smiles, cheeks sunken, eyes sunken, looking completely and utterly spent. He arches over my body and kisses my forehead. “To make sure.”
“Make sure?”
“That my seed takes. I want to see a dozen kits from this. And in case there is any chance we’ve not done a thorough enough job, I’ll make love to you again on the coming solar.” He groans and falls onto his side, releasing my feet. He smiles up at the lightening sky and that expression alone is like a thousand armies attacking my heart all together, all under his command. I don’t stand a chance. I never did. I lost the moment I heard his voice through the power of that magical token.
I lost the first time I heard him say, “Interesting.”
Because this is. He is. All of it. Everything. The ocean. This world. I want it all. I want everything. I want it with him.
I edge towards him over the sand and he wraps his two left arms around my body and holds me close. I can’t stop touching him. I run my fingers over his plates, his neck, his jaw. I kiss him, wanting him to know, “I love you. I really do.”
“I know, but you are dangerously close to being rutted again. Just give me a moment, Deena.” He inhales, then exhales, clasping my hand in one of his. He pulls me down onto his chest and I lay my head on the plate covering his pectoral. It’s scratchy but I don’t mind.
“This all feels so surreal,” I whisper as I look up at the purple sky. “Sometimes I think I’ll wake up and find that I’m still stuck in that box in Mathilda’s basement.”
“Not a chance of that. I would come for you wherever you are.” He inhales, then exhales, and I ride his chest like a wave. “Do you miss your people? Your colony?”
