Read Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage Online

Authors: Viola Grace

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Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage (6 page)

A sound that seemed to be part purr, part growl wafted between them as she sought his shoulder with her mouth. Her fingers danced along his sides from the soft roundness of his ass to the hard muscles of his shoulders. With just enough pressure for her spiny nails to just break the skin, she pulled him upright again. Their mouths came together with a ferociousness that nearly knocked him back. If it hadn’t been for the grip they had on each other’s nakedness, he would have been grovelling at her feet. As she tore her mouth from his, he looked into her glassy eyes.

“To the bed. Take me to the bed.”

Her pleading tone made every muscle in his body jump and seem to swell to superhuman strength. He lifted her, cradled her against him and strode to the side of the canopied bed. With one fluid motion, he lowered onto the softness of the satin covered mattress with her still in his embrace. With absolute tenderness, he rolled to place her on her back. Their mouths remained locked together to this moment. As soon as he felt her relax onto the bed, he lifted to look into her eyes again.

“Every cell in my body screams to take you, savagely. To rut on you like a wild animal, but your perfection cries to me to go slowly and make this a glorious experience for both of us. Do you have a preference?”

Her brilliant emerald eyes gleamed like none he had ever witnessed as a soft smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Make love to me, Captain.”

The amazing softness of her voice washed over him, settled his ragged nerves and pulled at his heart. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to spend the next few hours showing her what it meant to be truly idolized.

The kisses that covered her face, throat and shoulders were as soft as the touch of a feather. A heated trail followed in their wake as she lay there and moaned softly. He slowly moved down her chest to the waiting twin mounds. He softly kissed around the outsides of her breasts and in between them. In ever decreasing circles, he licked to the tip of one mound and around the dark island at its crest. With a quiet sigh, he held her breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth, rolled it with his moist tongue and enjoyed the way it felt and tasted. With his other hand, he massaged the twin. For longer than he would remember, he traveled back and forth between the two puckered nipples. He sucked, pulled and nipped them with absolute delight.

Zandria’s sultry motions beneath him made it harder by the minute to go slow. He heard her moan and cry out softly as he began to make his way down to her navel. Where her navel should have been. He’d been so lost in all the fresh sensations racing through his body as he explored hers he’d forgotten that they were two entirely different species. The remembrance of it pushed a fresh surge of need into his pulsing cock.

With soft tickles, he ran his fingers along the insides of her thigh. At the same time, his tongue continued it’s slow, circling trail down her body. With the softest of touches, he traced along the inside of her leg, past her knee to her calf and back up. His fingers danced up along the inside of her thigh toward the heat that radiated from her core. He heard her softly moan again as he traced one finger around the outline of her incredible folds.

At the gentlest of pressure, he spread her legs slightly and moved between them. Starting at the inside of one knee, he kissed and licked his way up, over and down to the other. He took care to avoid her most sensitive centre. His chin skimmed over it as he passed. Even this slight touch drew a gasp from her lips. He felt her claw-like nails pierce his flesh again as the thrill shot through her.

One hand pressed to the inside of each thigh, he spread her legs wider. With painstaking slowness, he let his tongue tickle its way up the inside of her thigh. He flattened his tongue and pressed it again the swollen, waiting lips of her wet pussy. One long, lick along the line that divided the lips and the beautiful queen began squirming under his touch. Her powerful legs wrapped around his shoulders and back. She trapped him—held him to her with astonishing strength.

The motion of spreading her legs to hold him caused her innermost treasure to open to him. The thickness of the base of her tail caused her hips to tilt toward him at just the perfect angle.
Pink—her inner folds are brilliantly pink. And wet. She’s so wet she’s damn near dripping.

Ever so lightly, he flicked his tongue over the waiting bundle of nerves. Her clit throbbed under his delicate touch. Her legs started to tremble against him. He added pressure and pressed his tongue and lips onto her clit. He circled it, sucked it lightly and flicked it with such speed her hips bucked and thrashed. When he shifted and drove his tongue into her glorious hole, she cried out in her native tongue. He had no idea what the words were, but the message was clear. He was hitting all the right spots and she was close to explosion. The pressure of her hands in his hair and on the back of his head drove him on. He pummelled her repeatedly with his tongue before focussing on her clit again.

Somehow, he managed to manoeuvre one hand into position and drove two fingers into her. He felt her muscles clench on his digits. Soon they did more than clench, they pulsated around his fingers. Her cries and moans became one long scream as her hips rose and fell in time to his probing fingers. She fucked his face and hands with abandon as the orgasm raced through her. Her body trembled—arched off the bed—teetered on the edge like a bow strung too tightly and then collapsed into a trembling, soft mess in the middle of the crumpled sheets.

With care, he balanced on his hands, splayed on either side of her waist and crawled up to lay flat out on her royal body. His rigid cock slid along the wet heaven he had just abandoned. “You taste amazing.” The whispered adulation ended as a muffled sound. Zandria claimed his mouth with hers the moment it came close enough. He knew she could taste herself on his lips and tongue and knew it turned her on as much as the sharing of it did him.

The sensation of her under him was almost too much for Adam. It felt as though every nerve ending in his body had come to life and danced a dizzying ballet against her flesh. The feel of her soft sensual scales against his relatively smooth skin did something to his psyche that no other female had ever done. She brought him to life—all of him—every inch of his body needed to make love to her, not just the painfully hard shaft now pressed between her thighs.

Without breaking the pressure of the kiss, he shifted his hips and aimed the hot head of his cock at her opening. Slowly he pressed into her. There was just the slightest resistance before she opened to him. He felt the roughness of the small scales surrounding her pussy give way to slick smoothness as he gained entrance. She was tight—almost virginally tight and this shocked him more than anything. After all, he had witnessed her impaling herself just the night before and her tail-cock was thicker than his real one. She must do some amazing exercises or her species had naturally strong sexual muscles. Either way, who cared, he was in her. He had the head of his human cock inside the queen of the Lacertilians and fully intended to enjoy her until she cried out for him to stop.

Her wondrous muscles massaged his sensitive flesh and drew him deeper into her. The muscles in his arms quivered with the pent up energy he held so strongly in check. He wanted to drive into her. He wanted to
pound her pussy
until his explosion tore his very essence from deep within his soul. Something on the outskirts of his mind reminded him constantly of the hidden sentries. This one thought and the fear of their punishment kept him from losing control. Instead, he held back and allowed Zandria to set the pace.

Her sensual undulations very nearly took him to the jumping off point instantly. He focussed in a desperate attempt to have this one miraculous act last longer than thirty seconds. He watched her face, her beautiful emerald eyes, her soft flat scales that seemed to lift and flutter with her excitement.

His downward motion matched every arch that brought her hips up to his. They moved together with fluid perfection. Their breaths mixed. Their moans of pure exhilaration mingled and vibrated in the air around them.

“Now, Captain. Take me to the farthest stars, now.”

As the orgasm raced through both of them, Adam cried out. His voice joined hers in the intensity of untethered lust. While her cries carried on in lustful gasps, his quickly turned to pain and panic. Still, his cock pumped spurt after spurt of fluid deep into her.

 

* * * *

 

In the magnificent throes of intense passion, every scale on Zandria’s wonderful reptilian body stood out and vibrated. Adam’s soft flesh was no barrier to the millions of jagged points. Every surface of her body that made contact with his pierced and held tight. As his hot juice filled her waiting womb, warm blood coated her skin and trickled to the crumpled satin under her completely unnoticed.

Her orgasm lasted longer than any known. She was blinded and deafened by the sheer force of it as it tore through her with ever-increasing intensity. A new life force filled her long vacant womb while Captain Adam Walker’s own life force pooled beneath their joined forms.

Finally, the trembling, breathless force began to ebb and the queen of the Lacertilians came back to her body. Adam’s weight on her suddenly seemed unbearable. With shaky palms pressed flat against the fronts of his shoulders, she tried in vain to push her lover from her. There was no moving him. He was dead weight.

“Don’t just stand there gaping. Come and lift him from me. Now! Get him off me, now!”

The guards lifted Adam from her before she even finished her panic-filled command. As they rolled him onto his back beside her, she snarled at them to take care with him. In one swift movement, she pressed the oval at his throat and rose to grab her robe.

With the Lacertilian suit fluidly covering his body, she instructed four of the guards to transport him with as much haste as possible to the infirmary. “I will follow in his wake as soon as I am presentable.”

 

* * * *

 

The door swooshed smoothly, silently open. Zandria, Queen of the Lacertilians descended on the gathered physicians as an avenging angel may. They trembled to their knees under her glare, heads lowered in subjugation.

“You have had more trills than could possibly be necessary, is he well? Have you healed his weak, soft body?”

“Your highness,” the head physician rose to address her. “The suit healed his physical wounds before he was ever brought to us. I fear his weakened state goes deeper than anything physical.”

The unfamiliar fear that filled her heart shocked Zandria to her very core, but she refused to allow anyone to see it on her face or in her manner. With steady, measured steps, she moved to the side of the narrow bed where Adam lay unconscious. No sign of the inner tremble moved her fingers as she reached out to momentarily touch his arm. He was so still. She desperately longed to shake him awake. Make him understand how sorry she was for his injuries. Beg for his forgiveness. If he would only open his eyes, look at her, even just a flicker of a lid, she would fall to her knees and promise him anything he could ever ask for. She had been selfish and unthinking. Silently, she promised him that it would never happen again—if he would only wake up. “So he is lost? Is that what you are saying? That with all of our vast knowledge and superior technology, you are unable to save this one simple man? Is that really what you are trying to tell me?”

“Not precisely, my Queen. In the past century, we have made great gains in our ability to treat the lesser beings of these vast galaxies. As with the last human male, you drained him most completely with your legendary needs. However there is still a glimmer of life within this man’s body. If you look closely at the holographic sensors you can see the sluggish movement of his single heart. He was in very fine shape and clearly had conditioned his body to give more than most men when it came to sexual encounters. Whether that was from the near-constant manipulation he gave his lacertilian sexual organs since he has been here or if he spent a great deal of time spreading his seed before his arrival will remain an unknown. Either way, it is a lucky turn of events for him.

“Human males traditionally have a down time after they expel their seed. With the amount of seed you tore from this man, he simply needs a while longer than most to recover.”

Zandria stood and watched the holographic heart pump blood through translucent veins and arteries in the space above his true body. She felt each pump within her own chest as if her dual hearts had joined with his in her impossible need to have him survive. With a flourish, she turned and strode to the door. “Alert me the moment he regains consciousness.”

 

* * * *

 

A joint sigh of relief filled the room the instant the door slid shut behind her. “Well we all still have our heads. At least that’s a blessing.” Everyone silently agreed with the head physician and turned back to the task at hand—saving Captain Walker of the Milky Way.

 

* * * *

 

With slow, purposeful care, Adam opened his eyes. The light that filtered in through his lashes shot instant pain through his head. He had never felt so tired, so drained in his life. He felt as though he could sleep for a month and still need a nap.

A soft voice kept him from descending into that blissful world of dreams. At first, he wished the owner of that voice would just go away. Slowly the voice became more than simply a nuisance—it came together and formed actual words.

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