Selena was losing her mind.

It was glaringly obvious now. She had to be out of her damn mind or else she wouldn't go around saying stupidities like that.

Why had she asked Ragnar to join her? The harbinger had been on the best behavior a Nayanor could be, Selena kept being proved right about that. After the night on the ship, Ragnar had been very careful with touching her, although he did.

It meant Selena had won, at least for a while. She'd managed to keep the distance between herself and a Nayanor warlord, which she was pretty sure counted as a new record.

So why was she messing it all up now?

"Hey," Selena began to say as she stepped into the bathroom and started to pull the blood-stained clothes away from her. "Um, can I still change my –"

She turned to see Ragnar behind her and there was the reason why.

The harbinger was damnably quick with undressing if he needed to be, apparently. He stood before her stark naked, looking at her with a seductive grin Selena was absolutely sure had to count as a form of aphrodisiac.

Her eyes dropped to the warlord's cock. It was very hard to miss, given that it was the hugest cock she'd ever seen. Selena stared, blinking to make sure she wasn't seeing double.

She'd definitely been right the night before when the harbinger had cuddled her into his arms. The thick, hard shaft looked like it couldn't possibly fit a human woman. Selena gulped, barely realizing she hadn't finished her sentence.

Ragnar was apparently very aware of that. He stepped over his clothes and pulled Selena into his arms again. The kiss took her breath away and she could feel Ragnar's cock grow even harder against her naked belly.

Selena whimpered. The bathroom was bringing up memories and that wasn't a good thing.

The fantasy she'd had in the bath was quickly washing away in favor of the real thing and she could already sense her body reacting to the harbinger's closeness.

Ragnar pressed a panel on the wall and the door to a tight shower room opened. Looking at that, Selena would have bet good money that it was made for that exact situation. She wouldn't have put it past Ragnar to have rebuilt the room in the time she was gone, just to make sure that:

"I don't think there's enough room in there for the two of us. I can wait –"

The harbinger didn't wait for her to finish. He stepped into the tight space, only barely larger than needed to fit his big body. Selena was pulled along, still half-clothed, but not a word of protest came over her lips.

She was aching for it so badly it hurt.

Not just for Ragnar himself, although her pussy was so wet Selena was certain she could come if the warlord ordered her to.

She was also aching for an excuse, no matter how bad, to let it all happen. The desire she'd felt from the moment she'd seen her fated was back with a vengeance again, running amok in her blood. She wanted nothing more than one argument in favor of why she should not twist out of Ragnar's grip and dash out of the room while she still had a chance.

The dark desire in the harbinger's amazing eyes told her that the time to do that was quickly running out.

Selena yelped in surprise when the water started pouring down on them. Her clothes were soaked in an instant, glued to her body. No argument but Yes presented itself when Ragnar pressed her against the wall, kissing her with passion that left Selena's legs trembling.

She pressed her hands against the harbinger's warm, firm chest. Selena ran her fingers over the chiseled muscles as Ragnar kissed her like he intended to take every ounce of air from her lungs.

Another cry of surprise was torn from her mouth when Ragnar pulled her pants down roughly.

"I –" Selena began.

"Are you going to shower with your clothes on?" the harbinger asked.

"No," Selena agreed, "but I would have liked to remove them myself and maybe really find a room that would fit two people."

"Too late for that," Ragnar said, kneeling before her.

Selena whimpered when her pants were pulled down even further and cried out when Ragnar pulled her panties down to her knees as well.

"Ragnar," Selena warned him, but even she couldn't mistake the tone of her voice for anything other than a plea.

The harbinger bared his teeth in a feral grin before running his hands over her bare legs. Selena shuddered under his touch, the warm water pouring over her, surrounding her in an aura of heat. She rested her head against the wall, thinking of how she'd messed up so badly to end up there with the man she'd sworn to keep away from her.

Ragnar pressed his face between her thighs, kissing her legs. Selena was knocked back into reality with such force it made her head ache.

She wanted to tell him no, wanted to ask if he had any idea what boundaries were – even if she'd willingly come along until then.

None of that happened.

The harbinger's tongue licked over her sex, slowly and languidly like he was enjoying the greatest delicacy life could offer. A long moan slipped from Selena's lips and again it didn't sound like she wanted him to stop on any level.

Ragnar's stormy eyes glanced up at her for a moment to see the expression on her face and then the harbinger pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

Selena cried out. She buried her hands into Ragnar's short hair, thinking to push him away but ending up pulling him closer.

The delicious torture he was inflicting on her was impossible to resist. The harbinger's tongue was everywhere on her pussy, moving to the exact spots that sent thrills down Selena's spine. Ragnar stopped every once in a while to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue, running circles around it and licking it so hungrily Selena thought she was going to cum right then.

The harbinger's large, hard hands were grabbing her ass, pulling her hips toward him. Her pants were still wrapped around her ankles, but Selena couldn't bring herself to care.

"Gods," she whispered, "that feels so good –"

Selena cried out when Ragnar responded by pushing two fingers into her pussy, moving them there in rhythm with his tongue on her sex. The warmth of the shower room no longer matched the raging inferno burning in Selena's blood. Chills ran down her spine as she neared her orgasm so fast it was unreal.

Ragnar stood up, not pulling his fingers out of her as he set a brutal rhythm. His big body kept her pinned to the wall as the harbinger kissed her thoroughly until Selena's lips were red. She moaned into the kiss, arching off the wall, the pleasure building fast inside her.

"Do you want to cum?" Ragnar asked, his deep voice making Selena shiver.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes!"

The harbinger made a sound at the back of throat, dark and appreciative.

"Then I want something in return," he said, kissing her neck while Selena writhed against him.

She could feel his hard cock pressing against her skin and whimpered.

"I'm not going to beg," she told him as firmly as she could, hoping he wouldn't call her bluff. "I'm not going to bargain with you. You can stop anytime."

Ragnar laughed. It was the first time Selena had heard that sound and she loved it from the first second.

"Can I?" he asked.

Selena found herself being turned around, her breasts pressed against the shower wall now. Ragnar added a third finger into her, scissoring the digits in her pussy, making Selena squirm in need.

"Are you sure about that?" the harbinger asked, his voice not louder than a whisper.

Selena shuddered. The bastard was right. The pleasure was running too high to stop now.

"If I let you go now, would you be able to just wash up and go?" Ragnar asked. "Is that what you want? You can touch yourself later, but I promise you that it won't feel near as good as I could make you feel."

She believed him. Selena had never been so turned on in her life. Her skin was flushed and she was rocking herself against the harbinger's hand without shame, aching for more. When he started to pull away, Selena caught his hand.

Gods.

"No," she pleaded. "I need to cum. I'm so close, don't stop, please don't stop."

Ragnar chuckled darkly behind her, biting down on her shoulder gently to bring forth a small scream from Selena. The heat of her orgasm was approaching like a wave, burying her under it. Her body was ready to cum, aching for that one last push to send her over the edge, but Ragnar was teasing her now. His rhythm had dropped to a slow pace, his thumb running leisurely circles around her clit.

"Then tell me," Ragnar said.

"Anything," Selena whispered.

"I want to know what you were thinking about on the ship," the harbinger growled. "I want to know what I was doing to you when you were screaming my name."

If I only thought there was a word for that.

"You – ah! – you were fucking me," Selena moaned. "And it was so good I couldn't keep my mouth shut and this is where it gets me!"

Ragnar bit at her ear playfully, his dark chuckle tickling her ear.

"And is this so bad?" the harbinger demanded, pushing his finger deeper into Selena's pussy.

Gods no.

She didn't reply. It was obvious the harbinger was fully aware of the effect he had on her. His large fingers were stretching her pussy to its limits before Ragnar adjusted his hold on her, pulling Selena's hips against him. The hard cock pressing against her back told Selena just how badly the harbinger wanted her at that moment, but he wasn't pushing it.

That was something noteworthy, even in the daze of her lust. Everything she was telling Ragnar, the way her body shamelessly rutted against his hand – if he'd have slipped into her at that moment, Selena wasn't sure she would have pushed him away. She wasn't going to beg for it, but the question remained.

Yet Ragnar didn't do it. The most obvious answer was that he was trying to respect her boundaries, in his odd and utterly Nayanor way. But Selena suspected that Ragnar knew exactly what he was doing, feeding the hunger building inside her, only giving her a taste of what he was capable of.

Selena screamed when Ragnar's fingers started hitting the spot within her, finding it with ease and teasing her to the brink of madness in seconds. She clawed at the wall, her voice breaking without a single distinguishable word coming over her lips.

Her orgasm was so close Selena felt its heat washing over her body. Every inch of her was tensed up, ready to cum, shivering despite the warmth. Ragnar groaned behind her, his rock-hard cock throbbing against her flesh. Selena moaned, imagining what it would feel like to be pounded into the wall by a cock that large.

The plea was on her tongue, but she bit her lip and stayed quiet. Instead, Selena reached her hand behind her and grabbed a hold of Ragnar's cock. The angle wasn't great, but it didn't seem to matter. The harbinger grunted and his cock twitched in her grip.

"Cum for me," Selena whispered. "I want you to cum with me."

Ragnar didn't reply. The pace that had been merciless before was now too much for Selena to bear. She rested her head against the shower wall, crying out again and again as she cummed, the ecstasy gripping her body so tightly she thought she would pass out. It was hard to even breathe amid the shockwaves that wrecked her body.

The harbinger didn't let up just because she'd cummed. Broken moans filled the shower room as Selena writhed against him, prolonging the orgasm as long as she could.

Her hand was still working on Ragnar's cock and then she felt him cumming too. Hot cum spilled on her back, immediately washed away by the water still pouring over them. Ragnar grunted, turning her around to pull her in for a punishing kiss as they panted in each other's arms.

Selena was about to slip away and disentangle her legs from the mess of her pants when Ragnar lifted up her chin with a finger and made her look at him. The stormy eyes she was quickly falling for regarded her seriously, but Selena saw a softness on the harbinger's face that she was certain was only for her.

"If I should die tomorrow, this would be my best memory," Ragnar said.

Selena couldn't help smiling.

"I would have thought a Nayanor warlord has lived a more interesting life to pick the memory of fingering some girl," she told him.

Ragnar didn't laugh like she'd expected him to.

"You are not some girl," the harbinger said. "You are my fated. And while making you cum and feeling your hand on my cock was amazing, that wasn't what I meant."

"What did you mean then?" Selena asked, curious now.

"You're still here," Ragnar said. "You didn't run away from me the first chance you got. I feel your hands on my body and I see the smile on your lips."

Now that was outright romantic, even by Terran standards and it was a Nayanor harbinger that Selena was dealing with. She didn't know what to say, but Ragnar apparently didn't need a reaction from her. He leaned down to kiss her, softly and teasingly this time, like they really were a couple.

Selena couldn't stop herself from responding to him. And she wasn't sure how long she could go on pretending that they weren't a couple, or anything to each other at all.