The look on the harbinger's face was a sight to see.

If Selena had been able to think a single coherent thought, she would have missed her camera back on Terra to take a shot of the way Ragnar's eyes flashed with desire.

Unfortunately she couldn't, so she didn't. All of her brain power was focused on telling herself not to chicken out, while another part of her was calling her a fool.

Selena wasn't really listening to either. She was shaking from head to toe, not because she was cold, but because she was so afraid of making the wrong move.

On Terra, there wouldn't have been any particular consequences to sleeping with Ragnar, but on Luminos it was everything. She couldn't take it back. She couldn't tell the harbinger tomorrow that she was reconsidering and didn't want him anymore.

If she was playing poker, it was going all-in.

"I thought that you might want to go to bed," Selena said, hating how her voice shook.

She wasn't a blushing virgin anymore, so why was she acting like one? Selena could remember her first time, her pulse skyrocketing and her throat closing up so hard it was impossible to say a word. Luckily the guy had been gentle and more experienced. He knew what he was doing and he had taken enough to time to get Selena to calm down.

Standing naked before Ragnar was a lot like that, but somehow, impossibly, not even close.

The harbinger hadn't moved a muscle other than looking at her, his eyes wandering over her naked form, making Selena more self-conscious than she'd ever been in her life.

"Are you sure?" Ragnar asked then, his deep voice filled with desire. "If I claim you, you are mine to keep, forever."

Selena was aware of that. She was also painfully aware that whatever Kathleen imagined in her head, all the forevers the women on Luminos had were with their fated. Selena didn't blame the women she'd seen rejoicing for the ship for wanting to get away, not for one second. She wanted them all to escape the torment their lives were, but hers was not.

If Ragnar was her fate, then Selena was willing to welcome it. The desire had been coming, slowly at first and then rushing her like a storm until it had worn her down.

She wasn't going to fuck anyone because they thought they had the right, but Selena wasn't going to deny herself the chance at something just because the other women hadn't been so lucky.

She didn't know what the something was. All she knew was that it was and she wanted to find out more.

Just in case there was a chance it was love.

"Yes," she said.

Ragnar groaned, deep and dark, his stormy eyes eating her up like he was devouring her with his gaze.

"Now I would really like to go to bed," Selena said, a smile pulling at her lips. "It's cold here and I don't think it's fair only I am naked."

"Agreed," Ragnar growled and swept her up in his embrace.

Selena yelped when the cold armor pressed against her skin, but the way the harbinger was looking at her pushed everything else to the background. She clung to him, being carried to the bedroom like a blushing bride and she supposed it wasn't that unbelievable of an image.

Ragnar set her down on the sheets and Selena shuddered, pulling them on top of herself. The harbinger raised an eyebrow.

"You shouldn't cover from me," he said, quickly removing his sword and armor.

"I'm not," Selena argued. "It really is cold. You have to warm me up."

Gods, it's like I'm seventeen again. Acting like one and talking like one.

Selena shook her head, but perhaps Nayanors didn't go through puberty in the same way Terrans did. Ragnar hadn't reacted to her response in any other way than merely moving even faster.

"I will," the harbinger promised. "I will make sure you don't spend a single cold night in my fortress."

The sentiment crept into Selena's heart. The future hadn't looked bright at first when she'd come to Luminos, but now... It was nice to imagine what Ragnar promised. A life with him, no night spent alone between cold sheets, but held firmly and safely in his arms.

It was better than good. It was everything Selena had ever wanted.

Her heart felt like it was shivering in fear that she kept pushing down. People who had been hurt didn't trust easily and it was taking everything from Selena to drop her guard like that. If it went wrong, there was nowhere for her to run, nowhere to hide.

The harbinger dropped the last of the clothes he wore underneath the heavy armor and came to her. Selena stared at him shamelessly, licking her lips without noticing it. The amused grin on Ragnar's lips was a clue, though.

"You can't blame me for staring," she said. "You are without a doubt the most handsome man ever born in the galaxy."

Ragnar groaned. Selena hadn't missed how his huge cock twitched, growing harder before her eyes, standing tall and thick for her to lust over.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," the harbinger said in a sultry, sexy voice, "but you are already in my bed. Where else do you want to go?"

"Nowhere," Selena sighed when Ragnar pushed her on her back and laid down on top of her, pressing his hot body against hers. "I want to be right here. Except I want to be fucked like I imagined that day in the bath."

"Hmm?" Ragnar asked, his voice a dark, wet purr. "Tell me more. Tell me how you want me to claim you."

"I haven't gotten to details yet," Selena admitted, laughing breathlessly when the harbinger kissed her, nipping at her lips gently. "I don't really care. I only want you."

Ragnar answered by nudging her legs apart, pushing his hand between her thighs and running his fingers gently over her sex. Selena moaned, rubbing herself against him, loving the weight of him on top of her. She wanted more of it, more everything.

"That's a good start," she whispered.

The harbinger answered that with a chuckle before he slid down her body and pressed his tongue against her pussy. Selena cried out when he began licking her, thrusting his fingers inside her just like that day in the shower. Her hips arched off the bed, meeting every movement, driving her out of her mind fast.

Ragnar's mouth was amazing on hers, but Selena could hardly wait. She had suffered through every night, lying next to the harbinger, gently pushing herself against his rock-hard body. The dreams she'd had could have belonged to an adolescent and there had been many moments when Selena had been on the brink of asking him to fuck her.

Now that he was getting ready to do that, Selena found that her patience had run down to an absolute zero.

"Later," she whispered. "We can do this later, for the second round. I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow."

Ragnar looked at her, his amazing eyes bright and hungry for her. His mouth on her clit was warm and wet and sublime. Selena lost all sense of time as she gripped the sheets hard enough to tear when the harbinger sucked at her clit.

His tongue ran lazy, hard circles around the sensitive flesh, making Selena’s legs twitch in an overflow of pleasure. She cried out again and again, pushing the harbinger away.

Of course she couldn’t move Ragnar if he didn’t want to go anywhere.

“Please,” Selena begged. “I need that huge cock so deep inside me I can taste it. Fuck me, please fuck me – “

Ragnar raised his head, his fingers never stopping scissoring inside her, making Selena’s body run hot with waves of ecstasy.

“I want you screaming in pleasure, not pain,” he told her, but Selena could hear the strain in his voice.

“I’m ready,” she begged. “You can feel how ready I am for you. Take me, by gods, I need to feel your cock in me.”

The words were pouring out of her mouth. Selena had no idea why she was begging when it was obvious that Ragnar was going to fuck her – it was what he’d wanted from the beginning. Then the idea that she actually needed him that bad occurred to her. She really did ache for him in a way that ascended normal desire.

Whether it was the bond at work or just her, Selena didn’t care.

Ragnar was coming to see her point of view too, luckily. The harbinger pulled her up, kneeling before him. He kissed her hard, running his hands down her naked body, groping her ass and tits. Selena shuddered in need, aching for his fingers, but wanting his cock even more.

“I want you more than I ever thought I could want anything,” Ragnar told her, the deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “I need you to tell me that you are ready to be claimed. Not just physically. I will fuck you every day if that is what you need. I want to know if you want to be mine.”

Selena had no other answer to that but the truth.

“Yes,” she said, looking her fated in the eye. “Make me yours.”

The harsh, sharp features of Ragnar’s face morphed into a look that set Selena’s body on fire from head to toe. The desire was nothing compared to the warmth she felt when they both finally allowed themselves to be free near each other and admit how much they wanted it.

The harbinger slid off the bed, pulling her along with him. Selena ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, kissing Ragnar’s muscled chest, feeling his hands travel over her.

Then he pushed her to her back and hoisted her legs up onto his mighty shoulders.

Selena cried out when the head of his cock pressed against her entrance, hot and hard as rock. It was so thick she couldn’t imagine it fitting, but Ragnar moved his hips forward slowly and carefully. He slipped into her, stretching her pussy to its limits with its girth.

Moan after moan fell from Selena’s lips, her eyes closing in pleasure. The sense of intrusion was great, but nothing compared to the pleasure it brought. The warm, huge cock throbbed inside her. She could feel every inch of it, every slightest movement – they all vibrated through her like Selena could feel what the warlord was feeling.

Her pussy clamped down hungrily on his thick member, pulling it deeper into herself. Her body moved and arched to fit it better, to give Ragnar a better angle.

Everything in her cried out for more.

“That’s it,” Ragnar groaned. “Moan for me. I want to hear your voice breaking when you cry out my name.”

Selena had no doubt that was going to happen.

“Move,” she pleaded. “Don’t tease me.”

“It’s a temptation,” Ragnar admitted, but he pushed in more aggressively than before. “You would deserve the teasing for what you’ve put me through so far. Knowing you want me but not being able to take your sweet pussy.”

Selena gasped when Ragnar was fully seated inside her.

“Ragnar...” she moaned.

The harbinger deserted all ideas of teasing her at once.

He pulled out of her just to slam back in with one swift thrust. Selena arched off the bed, nearly folding herself in double, falling back to the sheets, breathless.

“Again!” she gasped. “Gods, that was – “

She didn’t have the word to describe that, but Ragnar understood her without any specifications. Grabbing a hold of her hips, he set a brutal rhythm that made Selena feel like her body was not just being fucked, but demolished. Every inch of her flesh was rocking in tune with the harbinger’s ruthless thrusts.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, Ragnar!”

The harbinger didn’t slow down for a second. Selena thought that the desire that had been so obvious from day one was now being released, all at once. She knew that Ragnar would never do anything to hurt her, but the way he pounded into her was close to violent. For her own part, Selena’s every cry was urging him on, not telling him to take it more slowly.

The ache in her was like a burn that only Ragnar could heal. His cock inside her was what she needed, the pleasure that he was giving her. Meaningless words fell from her mouth, half-gasps and half-pleas, all with the single purpose of keeping the wondrous torture going. Her body was already so close to orgasm, but Selena wanted it to last.

She wanted to keep on getting fucked until the suns came up and every soul in the fortress heard the proof of their bond being made whole.

The submission of her body also meant the submission of her. With the pleasure washing over her, the thoughts Selena had been trying to keep to herself were spilling out into her conscious mind.

And the truth was that she had wanted Ragnar for longer than it was sane to admit. Selena had no idea how much the bond actually manifested in the physical world, but there had been a pull dragging her to the harbinger. From the very first moment when she’d laid eyes on him, she had wanted to see more, have more.

A sharp, precisely-aimed thrust against the spot within her made Selena howl in pleasure, tearing at the sheets. She ran her left hand over her breasts, playing with her hard nipples.

Every time she opened her eyes to look at the harbinger, she met Ragnar’s burning gaze. The warlord hadn’t turned away from her for a moment, holding her in the powerful grip of those godly, deep gray eyes. Selena could see the desire raging there, but also an emotion that ran much deeper.

“Ah!” Selena gasped when he suddenly pulled her up off the bed, her legs still resting on his wide shoulders.

The pleased smirk on Ragnar’s face told her that it had been a purposeful move to get her to moan for him like he wanted. She bit her lip, the lust running wild between them. Writhing on the sheets, feeling no shame and no regret, Selena could tell how the walls were tumbling down between them.

“More,” she gasped, “fuck, you’re so big, gods, I can’t – “

Not one of those words were meant for Ragnar to slow down or stop slamming into her with the fierce mercilessness that she had unleashed.

She loved seeing him like that, feeling him for what he really was. An untamed force of a man, wild and passionate and hot like coals. His touch on her naked skin was like she was being taken to heaven and back every second, only to feel that soaring rush again. Selena was crying out with each thrust, screaming when Ragnar bent down to kiss her lips, bending her in half.

Selena cried out, the huge cock filling her completely as she arched off the bed, closer to the harbinger. Ragnar wrapped his strong hands around her and pulled Selena into his lap, standing back up.

The cry that escaped her mouth was shrill and broken. Sliding down on Ragnar’s thick cock was incomparable to anything else. It felt like she was going to split in half, but in an absurdly delicious way. Selena loved the feeling of her pussy being filled to the brink, every inch of her so close to Ragnar’s cock that he felt every quiver that went through her.

“So fucking good,” the harbinger groaned. “Hold on. Move up slowly like that, yes...”

Selena did as he asked, holding on to his shoulders as the harbinger started moving again. With his hands holding her hips tightly against him, Ragnar fucked without a pause or a breather or a chance for Selena to think. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream. She dug her nails into the warlord’s back, drawing lines on his tanned skin.

Her body was lost. Every sensory input was driving Selena out of her mind with desire. The hard, long cock fucking her, the strong, masculine scent of the harbinger enveloping her, the sound of Ragnar’s own voice. He was trying to not let her hear, but Selena could tell that she wasn’t the only one approaching her orgasm fast.

When Ragnar picked up the pace, pounding into her body as fast as he could move, Selena screamed. She was completely in his hands, but there was no other place where she rather would have been. The harbinger didn’t need any break. He didn’t even seem to notice he was holding her up without a problem.

All he wanted was to fuck her harder and Selena could only moan and enjoy the ride of a lifetime, only with the promise that she would get it again whenever she wanted.

“Come on,” she whispered, “cum in me. I want to feel you cumming, want to feel you in me – “

Ragnar pulled her closer, kissing her with savage passion. Selena answered it just as mindlessly, her hands slipping on his skin, trying to melt them together, make them one.

The world was falling away. Selena could no longer feel her legs properly. Her body was being overrun by pleasure, not giving room for anything else. She cried out until her voice was hoarse and broken, whimpering when Ragnar held her in his firm, strong embrace. The harbinger kissed her neck and Selena could hear how rapid his breathing was.

“Make me cum,” she pleaded.

Selena howled in need when the next thrust took her over the edge. She writhed in Ragnar’s arms, rubbing herself against him, trying to meet the hard thrusts but the harbinger kept her right where he wanted her.

Her pussy contracted around his cock when Selena cummed, shuddering like a leaf in a cold wind.

“Ragnar!” she screamed. “Yes, please yes!”

The harbinger groaned darkly, kissing her again, his mouth hungry on hers. Selena’s moans were muffled by the kisses, but her body was shivering under the brutal rhythm. She cried out again when Ragnar cummed in her, filling her pussy with his hot seed, pounding it into her the way she’d asked.

The satisfaction that washed over her was the sweetest thing she’d ever felt, next to the sharp pleasure that the harbinger had just given her. Selena rocked gently against him. Ragnar slowed down gradually, like he was a machine that couldn’t come to a full stop in a second. He was breathing heavily, their panting mixing together in the air, filling the room with breathless gasps.

Selena sobbed when Ragnar pulled out of her, setting her down on the bed again. She fell on her back, catching the harbinger’s hot gaze wandering over her appreciatively.

“Holy wow,” Selena whispered.

Ragnar chuckled warmly, coming to join her, bringing her in for a gentle, soft kiss. Selena smiled.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “This comes at the right time for us, because everything else had to happen for us to get here, but... gods, I wish I could have done this sooner.”

“We can make up for that by doing this again very soon,” Ragnar replied, pressing small kisses on her breasts, caressing her.

“It’s going to need a lot of catching up," Selena said tiredly. "I don't think I could do this more than three – four – times a night, tops."

The harbinger's laughter tickled her skin.

"If you think you can take this three more times, I didn't do my job right," he said. "A female should be incapable of saying a word after her mate is done fucking her."

"Hmm," Selena said approvingly. "I'm looking forward to seeing whether you can make me shut up."

Ragnar observed her, a flame of mischief in his eyes that Selena hadn't thought was in him.

"Give me a minute and we'll see about that," he said.