“That you can label it a threat tells me how woefully ignorant you are. I have issued you no threats. I have only made the very real promise to make you my
cherzda’va
.
“As for the
seating
, I’ll gladly explain if you’ll stop trying to convince yourself you are in danger. Come. Sit here, beside me.” He patted the mattress.
“I’d rather stand, thank you!”
He gave her a level stare from beneath down-drawn brows, silently waiting.
Sighing audibly, trailing her towel, she flounced over to the bed and flopped down. “All right, I’m here. So talk!”
He didn’t say a word. Instead, taking her hand and placing it brazenly in his lap, Devtorvas forcibly folded her hand around his hot, mammoth, and still expanding sex, anchoring her fingers under his own. Directing her hand in a slow glide, he drew their linked fingers over the rough denim, slowly tracing the changing contours of his stiff, pulsating cock. “This,” he instructed calmly, “is my
cherzda
.” He pressed her palm into the soft mass of his balls, “And these are my
sirat
.
You
shall be my
cherzda’va
—the only woman my
cherzda
rises for.”
“The biology lesson would have been fine as a verbal tour, you know.” She yanked her hand free. “You could have instructed me without the tactile assistance.” She was embarrassed and at the same time unbearably aroused by his bold words and bolder gestures. Her fingers and the palm of her hand tingled with the remembered heft of the Prince’s arousal, the weightiness of his balls. She had never felt anything so huge in her life. Ron-the-”Rocket’s” firecracker member was an ice cream stick in comparison…no,
a toothpick
. She smothered a guilty laugh by covering her blushing cheeks and mouth with both hands.
“I could have, yes,” Devtorvas agreed. “But you need to learn how to handle me, grow accustomed to me.”
How unbelievably arrogant of him. As if his huge cock was enough to convince her to give in to him totally. She fully anticipated enjoying their foreplay, and had no intention of forgetting her plans to call a halt before the actual lovemaking, no matter how her insides were screaming for a chance to be filled with something other than her “Jumbo.”
Her thoughts disintegrated, blasted into nothingness by the feel of his hand upon hers. Her heart tripped in renewed excitement when she heard him say, “There is much to teach you during our journey home. I believe we will begin here.”
Chapter Six
Leaning forward, Devtorvas touched his forefingers to Nnora’s nipples, pressing and releasing the buds, circling smoothly. When they responded by tightening and lifting, he cupped a breast in each hand, creating a masculine frame for her feminine flesh. “Look at how beautiful you are,” he invited, his voice rich and deep, his hands tightening around her breasts, fingers pinching hard on her beaded crests.
She shuddered, a sudden rush of hot fluid filling her cunt and oozing out to glisten on the hairless lips of her pussy.
The feel of his long, elegant, very masculine fingers, the warmth of his callused palms enclosing her aching flesh made her wild, invoking another pungent flowering. She groaned in concert with him as her sharp scent flooded the air. Squeezing her thighs together, she shifted restlessly in a futile attempt to ease the growing emptiness between her legs.
“You have long, pouty nipples.” He carefully squeezed her sensitive tips. “Stiff little delights, just the way I like them. I want them in my mouth. I want to suck them up like hard treats.”
At the heavy, hungry look of sensual greed in his all-seeing eyes, she wished she wore a pair of panties to hide her growing dampness.
“You are in for a surprise if you have truly never been
seated.
” His lips turned up in a slight smile that bore a hint of sexual teasing.
“So when are you going to get around to introducing me to this surprise?” She did some teasing of her own, and walked her fingertips up the broad, naked chest before her. She dipped her nails into the shallow depressions below his masculine nipples and thrilled with the enjoyment of her feminine power when he shuddered under her hands. So much masculine power under her control.
He drew back from her, trying to ease her fingers away from his chest. The tightness of his grip almost crushed her fingers. Curling her hands about his and rubbing them against his taut skin, she avidly tracked his response to her playful touches.
His lips drew back in a hiss of barely controlled lust and he growled from between clenched teeth, his words harsh with need. “You play with fire,
fem
. I am very near the brink of my control. Let me, I beg you, lead this dance—”
“If I don’t, what will you do?” she asked archly, reluctant to give up the heady feeling of controlling their play.
He paused, gazing down at her beneath hooded lids, his expression thoughtful. “I keep forgetting you were not raised on the colony, so you have very little idea of what you are putting me through.” His mouth widened into a rakish smile. “I rejoice that I will be the first to give you a good nipple-suckling.”
She swallowed hard, had to try twice before managing to force the words from her constricted throat. “I have had my nipples sucked, before. I
have
been married, you know. I—”
“To a
Human!
” His disparaging tones made plain his low opinion of the breed. “I consider you untouched—a canvas waiting for the artist’s hand, a wild, open field that I shall enjoy frolicking in. Moreover, I shall make sure you enjoy our romp, also,” he bragged. “You have never been attended to the way I shall care for you, my own.”
Sliding his large hands under her breasts, he hefted their heavy weight. His broad palms made her Dolly Parton wannabes appear, if not dainty, then certainly smaller and lighter than she was wont to think of them. In his hands, she felt small, feminine, and…desired.
“You sure don’t need a town crier to blow your horn.” She battled to subdue the fluttering butterflies in her belly. Stars above, how she loved the feel of his big hands on her flesh.
“I intend to prove my every word upon your luscious flesh,” he purred, bending his head and carefully lapping at a diamond-hard point. His rough tongue sent splinters of jagged sensation arrowing straight to her cunt. “And I shall show you what you have been missing.”
“You think your mouth so talented, then?”
He laughed aloud before pulling the nipple right into his mouth, pressing the tip between the roof of his palate and tongue and suckling hard.
Her back bowed under the stream of fire burning her from the inside out. Mewling, she buried the fingers of one hand in his thick hair and tugged his head closer to her full breast. By the time he released her reddened nipple with an audible pop, she was panting.
“Actually, yes, my mouth is that talented. But I won’t be using my mouth when I suck you raw,” he informed her. “I am going to insert these luscious berries into my
terat!
”
Bending his head, he took the other nipple in and treated it to the same fixed attention, sucking it deeply into the humid cavern of his mouth and pulling strongly. His fingers twisted and tugged her free breast, rubbing her areole with the palm of his hand.
The strong tugging called both her nipples and her pussy to strict attention. The muscles in her belly tightened then fluttered as her cunt throbbed, begging for his touch. Her clit was swollen and aching, as were her pussy lips, the entire area awash in her spilling juices. She wanted him to stroke her
there…
but she was too shy to take the initiative and move his hand to where she needed it the most.
Between the intense stimulation and her own heavy breathing, she could hardly articulate her next question. “You say
terat
and I hear suction holes or breast cups. Why am I hearing this at the same time I hear you say something else? I wish you would speak English.”
He lifted his head and laughed at her. “Little Princess, I haven’t been talking English since I gave you the injection of nanofyles. You are hearing the translation of our language through your new implant.”
His casual attitude exasperated her. “So I can expect no let-up of this confusion, huh?”
Another laugh rumbled from his throat before he bent back down to lick and nip at her erect nipples, interspersing each word with a heated swipe of his tongue. “To answer your question,
Rb’qarmshi
men have
terat
to milk their mate’s
tlinis
.”
Ceasing his tongue play, Dev gave a last lingering swipe to each pebbled crest before slowly releasing her damp flesh. “By
Deth
, I hate to stop, but I think you’re ready now.”
His fingers still plumped and tugged on her breasts as if he could not get enough of the feel of her beneath his hands. Finally, he ceased his heated caresses, drawing back, sliding his hand down her arms until he reached her hands. He curled his fingers around her hands, lifted them to his mouth and planted a kiss in each palm.
“Watch and feel.” He took her hands and brought them to the indented circles below his flat male nipples, then touched her pointer fingers to his chest. Her fingers sank into a shallow dip about three quarters of an inch deep, where strong inner muscles caught and held them. She jerked in shock, instinctively moving to pull away. He countered, his hands holding hers firmly to his body.
Her eyes opened wide and she gasped. “What—? How—?”
“When the
Rb’qarmshi
male is aroused, these soften and a mouth is created. This is how we
seat
our woman’s
tlinis
, drawing her essence, her gift, into our bodies. The
seating
is the second point of joining, intensely pleasurable for the
fem
. The gods’ gift to both parties.”
The rhythmic pull on the tips of her fingers set her mind racing. What would that strong pull feel like with her nipples buried areole-deep in his chest? Clamped around her swollen clit? She bit back a moan at the wild thought.
His hands returned to her breasts and she moaned aloud. His fingers meandered over her swollen, hot curves in maddening patterns that etched erotic magic, worked upon her flesh until she cried out at the spiraling need he awoke. Her breathing quickened, shortened, making her words a jumble of sounds. “Wh—what is the…
ahh…
the first point of…joining?”
“This.” Releasing her captive fingers, Glendevtorvas brought her lips to his. His kiss was neither mild nor tentative, but bold and audacious. Adventurous, inviting her participation in the open-mouthed feast, he bit at her, nibbled her lips, surprising her into a gasp. He took quick advantage of her startled reaction to thrust his tongue deep into the recesses of her mouth, brazenly laying claim to the territory behind her teeth.
She opened to him, giving him her tongue, which he sucked into his mouth, chewing lightly on it, gathering her moisture and sharing his with her, drawing forth an echoing wetness that pooled between her legs.
Hands fisted in his hair, she drew on his tongue in return, drinking in his essence and losing herself in his heady taste. Her breasts felt tight and swollen against his heavily muscled chest. Shifting her legs back and forth, she rocked against the bulge of his cock, trying to stimulate her clit.
Shaken, transported, she opened her eyes and was stunned to find herself flat on her back, her legs spread vulnerably open. Unnerved, she sought his gaze.
He fixed his brilliant orange gaze on her as he wedged himself more firmly into her crotch, snuggling his massive cock between the splayed lips of her seeping cunt. He pushed himself up, straightening his arms, and reared up over her—Zeus to her Leda.
She blushed to see the front of his jeans damp with the dew of her weeping pussy. She barely had time to recover from that provocative sight before he was pushing against the juncture of her thighs, rubbing his jeans-clad erection across her clit.
A keening cry clawed its way out of her throat as pleasure poured over her. She cried out again, dragged her hands down the broad slick back of the man working the rough cloth of his jeans into the opening of her vagina. Almost frantic with lust, she rose against him, urged him to press into her again and again.
Their mingled scents wafted heavy on the air, a loamy, perfumed aroma reminiscent of a steamy tropical forest. Like some primal animal, she slid against him and he responded, moaning and growling his gratification.
She speared her fingers into the thick growth of his black hair, reveling in the silky slide of the curling strands against her hands and wrists as she caressed his scalp.
He choked back a groan. His cock surged against her lower belly, jerking and growing impossibly larger under the erotic stimulus. His
terat
softened and dilated.
With another dark groan, he gathered her breasts in both hands, aligning her nipples with his
terat
, then slowly, slowly eased down over her.
Fascinated, she watched her nipples disappearing into his chest, watched as her areolas were also engulfed.
He looked down, caught her gaze. A dark glitter of lust shone in his eyes. A strained smile stretched his handsome lips. As his mouth swooped down, parting her lips for another lush, wet kiss, he began a gentle undulation. Using his chest muscles in a way surely designed to drive her mad with desire, he rose and fell against her. He crushed her under his weight, his
terat
opening to force more of her flesh into the cavity of his powerful chest. Alternately, he lifted his chest away from her, his
terat
clamping tight to the swollen nipples, elongating her mounds. He proceeded to milk her with a strong, rhythmic suctioning.
“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Oh, my god!”
This was where her nipples belonged! These glorious feelings were what her breasts were designed for. No wonder her ex-husband’s mouth and tongue had never satisfied her, never called forth her passion.
Every single nerve in her nipples was on fire. Something, some enzyme or substance inside the prince’s
terat
seeped into the buried crests and stung like a thousand tiny mosquito bites, swirling together both stinging pain and escalating delight. The pleasure was as sharp as the pain, the two intertwining in such a way that she could not separate them. The alien sensations spilling through her drove her half-wild. She screamed, thrashing beneath him, her captured nipples throbbing, burning, and igniting in the grip of his rapture-inducing
terat
.
Caught up with her in this storm of sensation, he ground his cock hard against her juicing mound, cursing aloud the barrier of his clothing. His muscles trembled. Sweat poured from his skin as he drove his hips at her.
“Come for me,
Nippa
!” He growled at her, lifted her hips, dragging her pussy across his jeans-clad cock. He pressed himself to her, chest to breast, and pushed her swelling mounds up with his hands, feeding more and more of her flesh into the hungry, dilating mouths of his
terat
.
“Gift me with your life-changing fluid!”
Shivering and quaking, she fell deeper under his spell of pure eroticism. She mewled and panted as his heavy body blanketed hers, pounded against her, bore her down into the soft mattress. He wrapped her in heated darkness until her only thought, her only reality, was the hot, liquid pleasure bubbling up within her, building to an explosion, the magnitude of which she had never before experienced.
Her head reeled. The tips of her breasts stretched. Her areolas puckered. She whimpered, drowning in sensation, awash with lust and teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm. It felt as if a cauldron seethed within her, filled with bright, effervescent juices threatening to bubble over. Every muscle in her belly clamped down.
In blind reflex, her hands locked about his shoulders. She clasped his waist with her legs, held on for dear life. Her thigh muscles clenched against his heaving flanks. “Devtorvas! Help me…I feel…I…oh—
oooooohhhhhhh!
”
It started in her toes. Lapped around her ankles and rushed up the backs of her legs. Skimmed across the plateau of her flat stomach to sparkle through her system. Her senses ignited. Achieving lift-off, she screamed and convulsed. Her spine bowed, thrusting her breasts into his
terat
—a flood of liquid lightning burst free, gushing out of her spasming nipples.
Freezing above her heaving body, he let out a mighty shout as her ejaculation flowed into him.