Authors: Nena Duran
His low rumble traveled up her arms and down her body, exploding in her clit. She couldn’t stop the answering whimper that escaped her lips. Her pussy juices gathered at the juncture of her legs in preparation. Relief eluded her. She rubbed her bud against his hard length.
His lips latched on to her nipple. Gigi moaned louder, tossing her head back. She wanted him inside her now. She didn’t want to wait another moment. She delved inside his torn flight suit and found and curled her hand around his huge cock.
Sweet mother Mary, am I going to be able to take him?
The fact that his cock was larger than a human’s didn’t deter her. She craved it at some deep, dark level. She wanted to feel the thick monstrous appendage breach her soft yielding walls. Was she wicked?
“Mor’u, what’re you doing?” His protest was drowned by her lust-filled moan.
“Showing you how much I love you.” She gasped and closed her eyes, amazed at how good he felt inside her. His soft rumbles made her pussy dripping wet. Encouraged by how good his soft head felt, she pushed, sliding slowing down its length.
Chapter Eight
Bond
Briq ran to the cargo bay where he’d stored most of his gear. He changed into a tight-fitting flight suit and then walked into his armor. It consisted of two parts, front and back. Once both pieces came together, they interlocked using nanotech. It was custom-made, expanding along the forearm to make room for his spikes. He attached a series of knives, a wicked-looking sword and pulse rifle. After doing a last system check, he gave the order to fire.
T’zaal’s ship was no match for the more advanced and maneuverable Pendo’rahn shuttle. It didn’t take long for Briq to lock to their docking port. The ship had sustained severe damage with hull breaks in almost every deck. He expanded Rag’mar’s shield to protect deck five. After freeing the prisoners on deck three, he ran to the science lab. It was still relatively untouched, but he was on borrowed time.
He lost count of how many Kreeh-nosh he sliced through to get to Gigi. She was in danger. He would risk anything to save her. He didn’t need any more incentive. Rescuing her from the scientist was all that mattered.
Both Briq and Xy reached the science lab on deck five at the same time. The door suddenly opened. Horrified, he watched their old nemesis lift Gigi off the floor. Briq’s vision blurred, and his respiration became harsher.
T’zaal has Mor’u. I must kill him…take back what is mine
. His thoughts became muddled. The rage flared up, dragging him deeper into madness. With his last shred of rationality, Briq rushed in with his battle cry echoing in the room.
Instinct took over. He found T’zaal’s soft spot where the legs connected and drove a spike right through it. Not satisfied, he pummeled the scientist over and over. Nothing mattered, not even the frackking creature’s screeching pleas.
He felt different, as if his body was growing stronger with every blow he dealt. He forgot everything at that moment. The primitive need to kill his prey won over whatever lucidity he had left. Even in his altered state of mind, Briq knew his mate was there. He tried desperately to focus on her, but the bloodlust had taken over. If he could only stop the beast for just one more minute…
“Briq!” He heard her voice as if coming from a deep tunnel. He tensed. The beast clawed at him, demanding his mate. He couldn’t allow it while in the midst of a frenzy.
“Briq, my love, it’s me, Gigi,” she pleaded once more and walked toward him.
No, she couldn’t be close to him now. He was dangerous. “Don’t look at me…get out…no closer.” His voice sounded alien even to his own ears.
“No, I won’t leave you. I love you.”
“Xy…must take her…rage…no control.”
Rage consumed his body alive. The pain was unbearable. She was getting closer. He couldn’t think
. Safe, must keep her safe…she is mine…kill for her…destroy…
Briq stepped away, afraid of what he’d become. He knew he was larger. His armor had torn off with the force of his expanding body. The spikes on his arms were now five feet long and he’d sprouted a tail.
His altered DNA mutated him into a savage creature. He ran from her, crouching in a corner, shame of what he’d turned into driving him away. Briq shook at the sound of her voice. Just as she’d done at the pit, she sang a sweet song.
Her voice was powerful, the melody pouring over him like warm trip’kee
.
He relaxed, the tension rolling off with every note. An anguished wail escaped unrestrained from within his chest as her soft hands caressed his hair.
Briq stared at the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. They reminded him of a forest on Pendo’rah, lush and green. Her lips silenced another wail from escaping. They were so soft and moist. Like a starved man he opened his mouth and took her in. The last bit of self-control he clung to slipped away. He lifted a hand and encircled her tiny waist while the other he latched on to her breast.
The sweet scent of her sex infused the air, rousing the beast within. He tried to tell her to stop. He was afraid he might hurt her. She wanted to mate, goddess help him. He felt like a bastard for not stopping her.
Breath rushed out of his lungs. She reached inside his now tattered flight suit and pulled out his stiff cock. Briq had never felt hands as soft as hers in his life. They were small and delicate, barely circling his entire girth. Her juices dripped onto his cock as she poised her slit above him.
Pure ecstasy flowed through his body the deeper his cock sank inside her warmth. He dropped his hand from her breast and reached between her thighs. He used the pad of his right index finger to slowly rub her swollen dji’krah. A stream of hot cream flowed down his cock after he pressed against the swollen bundle.
Her little gasps of pleasure urged him on. He pushed deeper and deeper with every stroke as his cock became slippery with her essence. His mouth watered as he remembered how sweet her juices had tasted as she’d exploded on his mouth. He rumbled and pumped faster. She called his name over and over again like a priestess chant at the temple of T’ae.
The holo image of the branded couple locked in a sensual embrace sprang to life. Moving swiftly, Briq use his tail to spring them off the floor. He now stood with her wrapped around his body, his cock buried to the hilt in her soft pussy. Her legs tightened around his waist, locking for leverage as she bounced up and down on his length. He rocked his hips in counter motion, meeting her thrust for thrust.
“Briq, Briq. Oh god, Briq.”
“Mor’u, come for me, my love. Give me all you got. I want it all.”
“Briq, rub me there, just like that. You feel so good.”
Surging upward, Briq sank deeper inside her passage. His cock swelled. His skin texture thickened, giving them more friction. His orgasm flowed through him and right into her. He experienced hers as if he were inside her mind.
Her walls convulsed around his rod, clenching him in a warm grip. His tail coiled convulsively around her waist as he poured his seed inside her hot slit. His release lasted longer than usual. He couldn’t ignore the instinctive urge to mark her.
As their souls merged, they became immersed in each other’s memories. Briq gazed into her beautiful soul. Her inner light was strong despite all the humiliations she’d been subjected to by her past mate. He’d made her feel unworthy and ugly. The physical abuse she’d endured time and time again was now burned in his mind. He hated the man who’d marred her perfect skin.
Her pain was now his. Briq felt every punch, every sting of the whip, on his own flesh. He also knew she felt every bit of his pain and rage as if it were her own. They were now merged together by a bond that went beyond the physical.
I
‘
m not worthy of this bond. She’s too good for me.
“Don’t, you’re the bravest most beautiful man I’ve ever known. We found each other in the midst of all this ugliness. Despite it, we’ve experienced the most beautiful thing in the universe—love.”
“Mor’u, I’m sorry for burdening you with this link. I never thought the goddess would find me worthy of such a mate.”
“We’re both damaged. We’ve suffered so much, lost so much. Individually we’re incomplete, but together, my love, together we’re whole.”
Briq felt the whisper of her lips in his parched soul. Like a thirsty mongrel, he drank, refusing to let go. His longing for her became wild, frantic. The more he took, the more she gave. She made him want a future with love…with acceptance. A spark of hope always glowed underneath her despair. The beauty of a soul, that despite all, refused to become ugly and bitter. She was his mor’u. Her ul’naah
was pure.
“I claim you as my mate, Gigi Allen, my ula’ah mor’u. I vow from this day on to protect you against anyone who’ll do you harm.”
“Briq, my champion, I don’t know what’s happening, but I know a part of your soul is within me forever. I promise to love you until the day I die and beyond.”
She accepted his claim on her. The goddess had already blessed them with the bond. To him it didn’t mattered where the blessing happened, but one day he’d take her to T’ae.
* * * *
Gigi was resting when they docked with the
Fy’kul
a week later. It was hard to believe her life had changed so much in such a short time. She’d found love at last in the arms of someone many would consider a monster back on Earth. Briq wasn’t the typical pretty face like Davide had been.
He’d been altered by the same scientist responsible for her capture. T’zaal told her she was to become research material, because of her similarities with Pendo’rahns. According to Xy, they were a large warrior race with an extreme sense of justice. Her friend told her she did look a lot like the warriors, except she was smaller, and her hair color put theirs to shame.
After getting up, she strode around the cabin, picking up clothes strewn around. Her cheeks burned as a wave of sudden desire washed over her. She stood in front of a mirror, trying on one of the many dresses Briq had brought. She’d been so touched, thinking how her fierce-looking smuggler had taken time to purchase her clothes.
Her mate had bought everything she needed from delicate dresses to comfy pants, shoes…everything. She’d just put on a soft dress with thin chains for straps when he walked in. An intense wave of desire rolled over her. Gigi protested loudly when he ripped the dress off with one strong hand.
“I’ll buy you a thousand more.”
“But I liked that one.” She pouted, seductively batting her lashes.
“And I like you better without it, Mor’u.” He growled, then inhaled deeply.
“I love when you call me that. No one ever called me anything but Gigi.”
“I have something special for you. It reminds me of the fires burning in your hair.”
Gigi stared in disbelief when he held out an intricately ornate box. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It was made of metal and looked alive. She held it and looked at the lovely design.
“Well?” he asked expectantly.
“Oh, Briq, it’s so beautiful. I’ll treasure it forever.”
“You mean the box? It’s just a box. My gift is inside.”
“I don’t understand.” She looked at the box again. “It’s so pretty, like liquid fire.”
“Here, give it to me and turn around.” He reached out and took the box from her. A shiver ran down her back at the sensation of his rough hands fastening something around her neck.
He’d given her a locket with a stone in its center. It was cut to maximize the colors held within. It reflected the light, giving the appearance of glowing embers. It shone from deep reds to bright oranges. According to him, it also captured the mood of the person wearing it.
The setting was a delicate mount of silver-like metal with holographic etchings. She turned the locket in her hand, looking at them. She asked if they had any meaning.
He smiled and read the inscription.
“Your light drives the darkness out of my soul.”
She kissed him then. A tender kiss. A kiss full of her heart and soul. He took her into his arms and placed her tenderly on the platform. She tried to sit up, but a well-placed hand on her chest prevented her from doing so. Gigi sighed as his other slowly sneaked up her thighs, nudging her legs open. A wave of embarrassment overwhelmed her. She hated being exposed like that.
“There can’t be shame between us ever. You’re the one I treasure the most. Now give a poor smuggler a taste of your sweet trip’kee before I go insane.”
“Far be it for me to keep you from your treasure, my lord smuggler.”
His ribbing conjured all sorts of images. He was her dashing pirate whisking her away from a boring life. A gentleman pirate, who defied convention to follow his heart’s desires.
“I see you’re getting bolder now. I need to teach you a lesson, my lady.”
“Is that so?” she challenged, her toes curling at the thought of the lesson she was about to receive.
Oh sweet stars in heaven. How long is that tongue?
She thought, rearing wildly underneath his hot raspy tongue. She tried in vain to guide him by the hair to her pulsating clit. He just rumbled, sending wave after wave of vibrations through her pussy.
Gigi wanted him at her clit. Instead he took his time exploring every inch of her slit. His tongue delved deep inside her channel, gathering her juices, gulping them like a thirst-ravaged man.
“Your cream is ten times richer than trip’kee. I’m forever addicted.”
“That’s nice, sweetie, but can you get to the good part?”
“All your parts are good.”
“Well, since you put it that way… Oh my world…what’s that?”
“I think my tail has taken an interest in your breasts.”
She giggled uncontrollably when it tickled her nipple. He had a tail now, a byproduct of his last rage. The beast inside had almost taken over when T’zaal had captured her. She’d stopped the transformation by singing. Her voice had calmed it down, allowing Briq to reemerge again.
An orgasm rolled through her in a burst of color and sound. His vibrating tongue finally settled on her clit. He didn’t give her a chance to recover, and plunged right in as her walls convulsed around him. The hunger started again, his cock swelling inside as if it wanted to mark every inch of her. She tried to swat away the tail inching down her belly.