Page 15 of Tornn's Mate
I’m a respected leader charged with the responsibility of guiding what’s left of the Darrvason Empire to safety. I’m the admiral who is trying to prevent the very extinction of my people.
I remove my hand from Ellie’s bottom, allowing her to sit more comfortably on my lap. She squirms over my hardness and her breath hitches. So does mine. Our eyes meet and I delve a hand between her thighs.
“I promised you another climax if you behaved during your spanking, didn’t I?”
Her only response is a whimper, then she shifts on my lap, parting her legs further to allow my explorations. I dip one digit into her core before drawing her moisture overtop her bulging clit. She quivers and inhales a sharp breath.
My fully erect shafts throb beneath her bottom, my balls vibrate faster, and I regret that I’m still wearing pants.
I circle her little button, gradually building speed and pressing down harder. She moans and leans into my chest as her thighs tremble. Her sweet, pungent essence fills my lungs, and I release a low growl.
“Tornn?”
“Yes?”
“The vibrations in your pants… um, is that your cock? I mean, yourcocks?” Her eyes roll back in her head as I increase the strokes to her clit. A series of keening whimpers drift from her throat.
“No, sweet human, that isn’t my cocks you feel vibrating. It’s my scrotum.”
Her eyes widen and she freezes. “Your balls actually vibrate?”
I lift one eyebrow at her, amused by her apparent shock. “Yes. When I’m aroused, my balls vibrate. I believe that while we are copulating, it will enhance your pleasure.” If she enjoys having my fingers rubbing her sensitive little button, surely she’ll like it when I thrust into her from behind, allowing my vibrating scrotum to smack against her swollen clit.
She flushes. “I must admit, that is surprising to me.”
“I take it human males don’t possess vibrating balls?” I ask wryly as I dip into her core to spread additional moisture over her nubbin.
She exhales a shaky breath and gives me a nervous look. “I’m not entirely certain, though I don’t think human males have vibrating balls. I must confess that I don’t have any, um, sexual experience, but in the illicit books I’ve read that describe intimate encounters, I never saw any mention of a vibration.” She stares at me with a tense expression, as if anxious her reply might anger me.
“If you’re worried I’ll be disappointed that you have no experience, you can put those fears to rest. After learning about the hormone suppression shots all humans aboard theJansonnaare given, I assumed any bride I claimed would be delightfully innocent. I’m eager to teach you all you need to know, eager to instruct you in the ways of husbands and wives. Now, close your eyes and let the pleasure wash over you. Come for me, sweet human.”
Chapter7
ELLIE
Delicious pressure coilsin my center, but at least this time I know what to expect. I know I’m not actually dying, and I’m eager to experience the quaking bliss of a release.
This climax hits me harder than the first one, and I cry out as I clutch Tornn’s shirt and ride the waves of ecstasy to the very end.
“Good little female,” he says, running a hand up and down my back.
His balls are still vibrating beneath me, and then there’s the massive bulge of his shafts to consider. I still haven’t worked up the courage to ask exactly how many cocks he has. I suppose I can wait and find out when the time comes for him to claim me.
Anticipation hums through my insides, a heated tingle coupled with a fresh pulsing ache between my thighs.
My core is completely drenched, and my face grows hotter as I wonder if Tornn plans to grab another damp cloth and clean me up again.
When will we mate? In a few minutes? Later this evening?
Nerves swarm me even as the prospect of being claimed by the handsome alien admiral causes my clit to resume throbbing. I can’t help but wonder if I’ll always feel like this around him. Unsettled and excited and unable to control my newly discovered urges.
He pulls back to stare down at me. “Ellie, I would like to—”
A steady buzzing noise interrupts him, and he says something terse in his native tongue that I suspect is a curse word. He lifts his right arm and I notice he’s wearing a wrist comm that’s flashing and buzzing. He glances at the tiny screen with a fierce scowl that sends a quiver of fear through me.
He sighs and lifts me briefly, setting me on the bed beside him, then runs a hand through his dark locks. “I regret that I must visit the medical bay, though I hope to return to you soon.” He stands and reaches for my hand, helping me up.
Worry tightens in my stomach. “Is Paddax okay?” I pray his condition hasn’t deteriorated, or worse… I can’t complete the thought.
