I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock rises to press against my slick entrance. We don’t break the kiss. He lowers me.
His cock pierces me, and I gasp in surprise and pleasure. I’m so wet it slides in easily, but I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I slide down his shaft until he’s fully seated inside. Our kiss burns hotter, passion’s aroused, and I grind my hips against him. Running my hands through his hair, I catch his horns, and acting on a whim, I pull his head back, kissing my way across his cheek and down his neck.
“Yessss,” he moans.
I close my eyes, throw my head back, and circle my hips.
“Fuck,” I moan.
He feels so good. As I suspected, that protruding nub at the base of his shaft hits my clit perfectly. I’m filled to bursting, and that pressure against my pleasure button is driving me towards a fresh orgasm.
I bite my lip and lift myself up, down, swirl myself against the nub, then repeat the motions.
Khabri holds me up effortlessly. He moves his hips perfectly in time, sensing my intention until we’re moving as one person.
He grunts with each thrust. It’s the hottest damn sound, so primal, full of his need and desire. When I open my eyes, his are wide, studying my face with so much devotion it makes me shiver.
His horns are spiraled with small ridges that I hadn’t noticed until I felt them. I stroke both the horns while using my legs and hips to keep up the pleasure motion.
“Ugh,” he grunts thrusting harder.
“Yes,” I encourage. “Faster.”
He shifts his weight and then leans over. I’m almost parallel to the floor while he holds us upright with his one hand on the wall. Now he goes for it.
His hips jerk back, and then he drives himself home, burying his cock fully inside me in a single thrust. I gasp, eyes widening, my entire body tingling and flaming at the same time. Before I can take my next breath, he pulls back and does it again.
“Huh, huh, huh, huh,” I exclaim with each thrust.
I close my eyes, riding the wave. Pleasure builds to a resounding crescendo, and I jerk myself tight against him as the waves of it crash together. Through the resounding finish, I feel his man juice filling me up, and a niggling thought occurs that we haven’t used any protection.
And, no matter all I’ve said, it’s okay.
His seed filling me represents hope. Hope of tomorrows yet to be. Risings of the suns that we might witness together. Of things we might do to make a better world for our children.
As the final waves pass leaving me limp in his arms, I cling to him with what little strength I have left. He straightens, his cock softening inside, and then slowly pulls me off of his dick. I lower my feet to the ground, unable to stop the ridiculous grin on my face.
He cups my face in his hands, kissing me with a soft intensity that speaks to needs and desires as-of-yet unfulfilled.
“You are my treasure,” he whispers.
“I…” I trail off. I what? I’d almost said I love you. Almost, but then rationality crashed in, and the words wouldn’t come out.
I want to. I do. I think. He’s smiling, waiting. I need to say something, anything at this point because now I feel like a damn fool.
“I know,” I say, running my hands over his face, trying to show him how much more I mean.
He places his hand flat on my sticky belly, staring at my stomach with adoration.
“Our babies will be mighty leaders,” he says.
I push his hand away, shaking my head.
“You’re impossible,” I say, grabbing my clothes.
19
Khabri
It is difficult to focus. She is exotic, distracting, and so beautiful it aches.
Our joining was more than I had ever imagined. Now it preys on my thoughts. I can’t stop watching her move. I don’t want to.
After we’ve dressed, she places her hand on my chest and then rests her face against me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her. Neither of us break the silence, knowing the next words we speak will propel us back to reality.
The siege, the war, the impending destruction of all we’ve known and loved. Yet, I know it will work out. Somehow. I cannot believe that Tajss would bring us together at last, only to have us ripped apart.
I will face doom, but I will do so with hope. I have known the love of my one true mate. She is the missing piece of my soul and now, at long last, we are complete. The only thing that would make this moment any more perfect would be to know for sure that young life grows inside her, but it is much too soon to know this.
The ground rumbles, breaking into our quiet moment, calling us to action.
“Are you sure about this?” she asks.
“We will succeed,” I say.
“You sound awfully certain,” she says.
“I am,” I say.
“How? How can you be? There are thousands of them. They outgun and outman us!”
A smile stretches my mouth so wide my jaw hurts, but I can’t stop it.
“Because I have you,” I say.
“What am I going to do to stop all that?” she asks, waving her arm towards the dome.
“You are the fuel of my heart, the essence of my dreams, the very air that I breathe,” I say. “Having finally found you, I will extinguish the fires of the stars to assure your safety. They will not stop me.”
Tears fill her eyes, she bites her lip, and then shakes her head.
“That is the corniest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she says. “And the loveliest.”
She rises onto her toes and kisses me. Her soft, unscaled arms wrap around my neck as we keep kissing. Lips tasting, tongues teasing, not letting the moment go an instant sooner than we must, but the press of duty does not let us stay for long.
We break our kiss, holding onto each other still. I stare into her eyes, and I know her desire to stay here. Safe, in my arms, and I feel the same. Would that we could, but my dragon rumbles. She must escape, and we don’t know how long we have.
“We must go,” I whisper.
“I know,” she says, but neither of us move to break our embrace.
She presses her forehead against mine. The silence between us is comfortable but compressed. Outside our small bubble of safety, time races like sands across the dunes. We are stealing this moment from its grasp, but time wants it back.
She feels it, too. Slowly she releases her embrace, her fingers lingering against my neck as she steps back. My hearts slow as I close my eyes and apply my years of training. Finding my own center and immersing myself more fully into the moment I am in. Pulling all my attention away from the past, the future, until I am completely focused.
In this condition, I am hyper-aware of every bit of sensory input. The scent of dust and mold in the air that mixes with hints of our spent passion. The temperature of the air, the way light refracts and plays off of her skin. The brightness of her soft, tentative smile.
Everything is clear and known. I miss nothing. Including a soft, low vibration that in any other state I would never be aware of. Something is amiss.
I take her hand and guide her along with me out the door of the building. A shadow falls across the street as if clouds pass between us and the suns. But it is no cloud.
A ship. One so massive it blocks the suns as it moves into position over the City.