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“Very good.” I caress my fingers through her golden hair. “Again. Do it again.”
She complies, and my cocks lurch within my pants as her bottom hole contracts hard around my three fingers.
It takes more encouragement and patience on my part, but she eventually clamps down on my digits three more times. Beautifully hard squeezes. My eyes roll back in my head and my shafts rage against the front of my pants, desperate for freedom. Desperate to be deep inside my mate.
Slowly, I withdraw my digits from her ass. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
Chapter28
THALIA
I remainin place as Emperor Radakk ventures to the bathroom. I hear the running of water and assume he’s washing his hands. Sure, he might be a copulation-obsessed savage, but at least he’s hygienic.
My bottom hole doesn’t necessarily hurt, but there’s a slight sting within, and the same phantom fullness I experienced the last time he’d plundered my ass. My breath becomes faint as the achiness in my core increases, and as I wiggle in place, I’m fully aware of the immense moisture between my thighs.
I’m soaking wet, and I know the emperor watched me get slicker and slicker as he continued adding fingers and pumping into my most private hole. My face flames as I recall how he’d forced me to clamp down on his digits, the shame that had swept through me, but also the fresh pangs of excitement that throbbed in my core.
He returns to my side, and as I turn to peer at him, my heart skips a beat to find him buck naked. His dual shafts protrude from his body, fully erect, and his textured scrotum is vibrating fast. My clit pulsates in response as I imagine how wondrous it’ll feel when he claims me from behind and presses his balls to my sensitive button.
He assists me out of bed and draws my shirt over my head. The panties that are tangled around my knees drop to my ankles, and he helps me step out of them.
Naked before him, I draw in a shaky breath and await his next move. Or his next order. The desire to submit continues thrumming through me, and my arms keep tingling.
A frightening thought enters my mind. What if the Darrvason physicians are wrong and the males of his race can actually share a heartbond with a human female? It’s unsettling that my upper arms keep tingling—the exact place on my body that corresponds with his ancestral markings. I give my head a quick but subtle shake, forcing the worrisome prospect from my mind.
I gasp as the emperor sweeps me into his arms and cradles me to his chest. Before I can inquire what he’s doing, he presses his lips to mine and delves his tongue into my mouth. Growls reverberate from his throat as he kisses me hard. With a startled whimper, I start gliding my tongue against his, enjoying the taste of him. Minty with an essence of something rich and sweet like chocolate. A rarity I’ve only consumed once.
Desire buzzes through me and I lace my arms around his neck, writhing in his hold as the heated pulses in my core build and build. I’m on fire for him, drowning in a passion that knows no bounds, and all my reasons for wanting to escape him are fading fast.
What happens next is similar to last night. He bends me over the bed and impales me with his lower shaft first, pounding me hard and fast as his vibrating balls slam into my pulsing clit. He thrusts for so long I begin to feel sore, but he finally erupts in my depths, and I join him in a quaking release of my own as his scrotum remains pressed to my nubbin.
“Good little empress. Take it. Take my cocks.”
He thrusts his upper appendage into my pussy next and claims me with abandon. His fingers dig into my hips, and he occasionally yanks my hair, which forces my back to arch and my center to lift higher, allowing him to push deeper inside me. So very, very deep. Sweltering under the waves of desire that only keep increasing, I struggle to get enough oxygen, feeling on the verge of delirium.
Again, we share a climax. The warmth of his seed fills me as blissful pulses besiege my core. I cry out and almost say his name.Radakk. But I stop myself just in time. We aren’t there yet.
Maybe we’ll never share that sort of closeness. Maybe it’s not possible between a human and a Darrvason, especially when the Darrvason in question is the leader of his people, a male who’s probably used to holding others at a distance.
During my years of spying, I’ve observed similar behavior among the worldship’s command team. People in authority are often too distrustful of others to take a chance on a close relationship.
But maybe I should give Emperor Radakk the benefit of the doubt. He’s not human, after all. Maybe I shouldn’t psychoanalyze him and expect the worst outcome, the outcome that will leave me forever lonely.
He guides me to my knees, and I wince as I settle on the hard floor. My knees are still sore from yesterday, and I’m not certain I’ll be able to withstand taking him in my mouth four times in quick succession. Tears burn in my eyes as he approaches me while stroking his upper shaft, but he soon stops in his tracks.
“What is wrong?” His nostrils flare.
“It’s nothing. Um, just my knees.”
His gaze lowers to my knees and understanding dawns in his eyes. I half expect him to ignore my comment or tell me to deal with it, but his response surprises me. He takes a pillow from the bed and places it on the floor in front me. Then he lifts me briefly and helps me settle on the pillow, my knees cushioned.
I flush at his thoughtfulness. “Thank you.”
An emotion I can’t quite read flashes in his eyes. He steps closer and pets my hair. Gentle. He’s almost being gentle. My throat burns and fuck but I’m blinking back tears again, which is ridiculous under the circumstances. I remind myself that it’s his fault my knees hurt in the first place.
“I want you comfortable as I nourish you,” he says, further surprising me.
Oh.Ohhh.
