Page 56 of The Warrior's Oath
Nyota looked through the brush at the empty craft just sitting there waiting to be plundered, then sighed and let it go.
He was right, of course. She had been thinking in terms of what they needed as if they hadn’t already secured ample currency and equipment. But they had done just that, and to attempt to scavenge more, jeopardizing their situation only to acquire just a little more money would be akin to the old adage about the hierarchy of needs. Namely, at what point are you just accumulating for the sake of it rather than out of genuine necessity?
They needed nothing.
Well, except for the location of the ships that had come down with actual survivors aboard. That bit of information would be worth a pretty penny if only it were readily available information.
But that sort of info wasn’t, and thus they were left with precisely what Korvin had said.
A long walk.
And walk they would. All. Damn. Day.
Due to the need for a slower and more cautious approach now that they were in truly hostile territory, it would be one, if not two days before they reached the next section of the Raxxian ship. At least, that’s what it seemed from what his map said. Adding insult to injury, it would be getting dark sooner than later, so Korvin reluctantly shifted his focus from covering as much ground as possible to making good headway while also moving somewhat off course but in the direction of protection from the elements where they could bed down for the night.
“We have enough light to make it to those rocks,” he said, stepping close and pointing to a distant break in the trees. “Do you see it?”
She felt his heat right beside her, the scent of his musky-sweet sweat filling her nostrils. Nyota’s whole body felt the strange pull toward this man, as if he were some undeniable force of nature she simply had no power against. It was crazy, but she almost couldn’t help herself.
With every bit of willpower she had she forced those thoughts down, peering along his arm to their eventual campsite.
“Yeah, I see it,” she said. “What do you think? A couple of hours?”
“No more than that. And a good thing. It will afford enough time to properly shield ourselves. And then we can work on your firemaking, if you wish.”
“Oh, I wish,” she replied, turning to face him directly.
Their bodies brushed against one another, a jolt of electricity running through them both, and unlike any static either had ever felt. Suddenly, their trek was the last thing on either of their minds as their bodies asserted their will, urging them closer.
Korvin’s cock quickly began to rise of its own accord, the bulge in his trousers swelling in a flash, drawing the fabric tight over his length. Nyota’s own arousal spiked at the sight, the ball of heat in her belly quickly spreading lower with a delightful tingle.
Pressing up against him her nipples sent jolts of pleasure to her clit from the contact. Without a thought her hand slid into his waistband, her fingers wrapping around his length, pulling him free in one swift motion, exposing his beautiful cock to the fresh air.
Korvin froze, torn at what he should do as she squeezed and gently pulled. Nyota coaxed a droplet of pre-cum out where it glistened from the tip.
“Oh, yes,” she cooed, rubbing her finger in it, sliding up and down his shaft using his own fluids as a warming lubricant.
A low groan was all he could manage, his pulse quickening, thundering in her hand, readily apparent in the raised ridges of his cock as they pulsated under her touch.
Nyota’s other hand reached out, wiping a drop from his glans and bringing it to her lips. It was so salty, so masculine, but it also tasted so right. She felt herself nearly dripping with excitement. Tasting him was hot as hell, sending her body temperature spiking with arousal.
Korvin’s hand slid down between her legs, his long fingers coating themselves in her juices, curving to slide up inside her. Nyota’s body jerked and twitched as his fingers did that delicious rippling thing again, pulsating against her G-spot while his thumb stroked her clit almost on instinct alone.
Both of them were on auto-pilot now, their bodies reacting to each other’s spiking arousal, feeding off the increasing desire, working both of them into a frenzy.
His fingers moved strong and steady, hitting the perfect rhythm, and sticking with it as if he somehow knew precisely what she was feeling, certain what to do and what not to do to bring her to climax.
Nyota felt him swell even more in her grip, his cock now rock hard, the raised ridges encircling it hot and firm under her pumping grip. Korvin reached out, grabbing her hair as his body tensed, his balls tightening against his body as a massive load sprayed out of his engorged cock. His right leg nearly buckled from the force of it as wave after wave of pleasure shot through his body.
In sync, Nyota’s own orgasm exploded, the bliss flowing through her seemingly linked with his. Her vision went fuzzy and her legs weak as her sopping wet pussy clenched down hard on his fingers. Korvin held her upright and close, his strength easily keeping her on her feet even as they both came together in body-shaking climaxes.
Nyota fell forward into his torso, her head nestling against him, feeling his pounding heartbeat against her cheek, the heat of his body warming her despite the warm sunlight already on them.
Korvin’s twitching leg and pulsing cock slowed their contractions as her own bliss finally began to subside. As if they were linked. As if they were feeding off one another, connected through their ecstasy.
They stood there, holding one another close as they both reeled from the moment. It had been so fast. So hot. And most of all, so totally unexpected.
“What the hell just happened?” Nyota managed to say when she regained the power of speech.
