Page 77 of Taken to Lemora
An orgasm blitzes me and I gasp when I surface and I look up, past Raingar’s face at the thunderous sky. It’s a dark indigo, but bursts of gold and green threaten to fall down and wreck us. But I am already wrecked, lost to the magical embrace of whatever this thing is called Xiveri. Wrecked, but not lost, because I’m safe in the arms of the oneIcall Xiveri.
I hold him close and he clutches me to his chest as a final, terrible pressure rips the last of the breath from my lungs and every fiber tightens within me. His rear spur digs into my ass and his cock throbs inside of me along with his frontal spur, which holds our bodies locked together.
“Don’t let go,” he groans.
“I’ll never let go…” But my arms go limp and our hips buck against one another unevenly, thumping madly as we both chase our releases to the stars.
“Raingar!”
“Ohring miriga!” He howls, the cords of his neck straining before he tips to the side and explodes.
We clutch one another fiercely while the sands explode above and the ocean between my legs sends final shocks scattering through me. Our breath is mingled and shared. His chest heaves against my breasts. My inner walls ripple and his spur stays hard and knotted inside of me, owning me.
“I lied,” I gasp, leaning up to kiss him anywhere my mouth can reach. His chin, his neck, the V at the base of his throat. “I want to be your pleasure female. I want to present to you whenever you want to have me. I want more, all the time, as rough as you want to give it. I want this forever.”
He grabs the back of my head and pulls my face up to his. His spurs scrape in my channels and his erection has yet to go anywhere. I’ve never felt so full as his tongue invades my mouth and his hands reverently worship every inch of my skin. He cups my breasts roughly and I gasp, torso flooding with delight as I start to rock against him all over again.
“This will never end. You aremine, miriga. Mine.”
“Yeffa.”
“I want to hear you say it,” he snarls and I feel the tide shifts as he returns — this beast that frightened me when we first tried to rut. Only this time, kind Raingar is there holding the leash. I can still feel him curbing his touch, trying not to hurt me. Only this time, I’m ready because my passion matches his just as savagely.
“I’m yours.”
“To rut and to protect.”
“To rut…and to protect,” I gasp as he starts to pound into me more aggressively from this new position, lying on our sides just as we are.
“To hold and to love.”
“To hold and to love.”
“I love you, miriga.”
“I love you, Raingar.”
He reaches between us and his thumb gently brushes my slick, swollen nub. Between that, his words and the wet, sloppy slapping of our bodies…it’s too much. “I’m going to come again, Raingar.”
“Yeffa, you are. Come for me, Essmira,” his tone is a dark order, not to be ignored.
My head tosses back and I cry out to the sky as ripples of release claim me and bind me to this male who’s captured me in his arms. He squeezes me to him and makes a choked sound as he comes again and we spiral together, over and over again until the sky turns black and the colors from the Dark Flats burst even brighter and Raingar drags me onto his chest, pulling a blanket over my back, his spurs and cock still lodged deep in my body and I know that this thing called Xiveri is sated as alien colors leak from my mouth across his polished chest and I am happy. The happiest female in the cosmos.
His fingers tangle in my hair and he whispers, “Do not fall asleep, miriga. I will take you again soon.”
Laughter whispers from my lips across his chest. My eyelids are weighted, even as my core tingles, hot and wet for my male. My mate. My nails scrape over his chest and I coo, “I trust you.”
He rolls onto me in a flourish, and we begin anew.
Eight solars later…
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Raingar
“Say it,” I grunt, pounding into her. I’m far too large, but she can take it. She won’t break, least of all on my account.
I hold her hips in my hands and pound into her from behind. Since discovering this unholy position, I haven’t let her out of it. She may be the pleasure female, but she likes relinquishing control as much as I like taking it. She’smyfemale now.
