Page 35 of Taken to Kor
“Rhork!”
His fingers stretch me nearly to the point of pain, but not quite reaching it, and somehow that punishing pressure is enough to make my eyes roll back while his fingers work in wretched and wonderful unison — all twenty of them. He’s stroking my ass hole, using the lubricant from my wet core to ease his entry. He’s got his three fingers inside of my core and they’re all plated, providing a rough and delicious friction, and his tongue is still lapping up every stray bit of my arousal he can find as I leak and leak and spiral and spiral and eventually, my entire body clenches so tight there’s nowhere for it to go, but everywhere.
I burst apart like a bomb’s gone off inside and scattered me to the far corners of the room. My mind and its contents float out and into the yeeyar. But there is one single thing I register. One sound that’s really more of a sensation that blisters through the pain of my arrival onto the shores of this beach that I’ve never been to before.
Rhork’s cry. It’s deep and thunderous and brutal and sounds oddly like my name,“Deeeeeennnaaaa!”It’s a curse. A reprimand. I want to respond to it, beg forgiveness, run away in shame, but a tearing sound wrenches my words away from me and I yelp when I suddenly face a short, hard drop.
The net gives and I land on my back on the floor, the blankets doing more to break my fall than Rhork’s hands are, which aren’t so much catching as they are pulling. He’s got a hold of me in all kinds of ways and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the hands and arms situation. He’s massaging my right tit and rubbing my mouth with his thumb and then he’s arching over me and kissing me and he’s all hard lips and soft tongue.
I can feel his other hands working at something between us and then the hard thing caught on his cock is gone and holy shit! His cock is like a firebrand! Like molten metal, it zings across my skin, making me flinch back, but I’ve got nowhere to run. It slaps diagonally across my stomach, before he maneuvers my hips where he wants them — between his. I’m so excited at the thought that the pirate king might fuck me that I think I have another spontaneous orgasm on the spot.
“Rhork. Fuck me,” I mewl, arching up against him, mashing my oversized tits against his chest. I worry I’ll scrape my nipples clean off on the rough texture of his pectorals, but you know what? So friggin be it. I’ll deal with the fallout from this later and I know that there will be a fallout.
We’re not using protection.
That thought excites me, too…until it doesn’t.
Because Rhork is lying almost all the way on top of me now and his hands haven’t stopped their ministrations and manic, near violent worship of my body, and he’s still kissing me to my mind’s sheer and utter delight, but…he isn’t entering me.
I mean, his cock is pressed between us and I can feel it slipping and sliding between my flubbery belly and his that’s made of solid stone, leaking come like someone took a hammer to a faucet and it’s spraying out of control. His hips are plunging forward in micro-pulses and he’s got one hand beneath my butt now and is tilting it up so the base of his cock can rub against my clit with each thrust, but I…it’s…not enough.
“Rhork…” I almost beg him, in tears, to have his way with me, until it hits me like a slap in the face — and I would know because I’ve been slapped before loads of times.
Thisishim having his way with me. If he wanted more of me, he’d take it. But he doesn’t.
Because he doesn’t want me for shekurr. Because we went onto that satellite separately, but we came off together and with a thousand tanks in our possession. He’s got at least six hundred females to choose from to make his little pirate babies, and I’m not the one he wants. Of six hundred, I might very well be the one he wants least. I’m just the only one awake right now.
“Shit,” I say as tears attack the backs of my eyes. I wrench away from his kiss and try to look away, even as I keep my fingers anchored around his neck, gripping one of the spikes. Because it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t want me.
I still want him.
“Shrov,” Rhork curses and suddenly he’s straining, holding everything still and I’m damn near swimming in come. It’s completely saturated my tits, coming to touch my chest, all the way up to my throat. I glance quickly at his face, curious, even though I’m still a little pained, and see that his skein is pulled back and he’s watching my tits like they’re chanting his name.
Hell, if they could, I’m sure they would be right now. Because my dark, nearly black nipples, are wildly stiff, pointing up like two blaster rays, while my lower half is still jiggling and writhing against the smooth, silken exterior of his cock. I’m still climbing, faster and faster now, even though the pleasure only feels bittersweet at the knowing of what I really, truly want, but could never be.
His.
And when my orgasm finally comes and I feel the well of conscious thoughts drained in one rush, my tired brain finally starts to shut down. I’m lost and euphoric and exhausted from fighting and losing so many battles. Even more exhausted from the battles I’ve won. I feel Rhork’s hand — one of them — touching my hairline and wiping at my cheeks? Am I crying? Stars, I hope not.
I drift away towards sleep and right on its cusp, I swear I imagine the roar of the ocean. And then Rhork’s tender whisper, “I love you, Deena.”
Wait.
What?
8
Rhork
My legs are still shaking — an uncommon sensation for me. Even more unusual is that they’re shaking and I’m sitting down. But I’m smiling.
“What are you grinning about?” Tevbarannos says, plunking into the seat across from me.
We sit on the bridge, this small group of us. Tevbarannos, Herannathon, Gerannu, and Erobu. They are the pirates I trust most though, honestly, if I were backstabbed by one, it would come as no shock. Pirates are only trustworthy until they’re not.
“Did you not hear the ruckus coming from his quarters?” Erobu says, sitting carefully in the seat beside mine, making sure that his tines fall straight down the opening in the center. His four arms grab the arms of the chair roughly, kneading them. He makes a brutish sound. “Damn near drove me crazy, the sounds she was making.”
“You heard through the yeeyar walls?” Herannathon says, standing at the view pane and frowning at Erobu.
