Chapter Thirteen

 

He watched her from outside the forcefield; only he could see through it. He himself was obscured by trees and brush; he watched as she gathered fuel for a fire. His resourceful beautiful brave girl. His.

He swallowed and took a step, but then she was staring up at the sky again, revealing the swan curve of her pale neck. His predatory vision caught the flutter of her blood in her veins. He could smell her. She touched her face, her neck, her collarbone, and he had to be closer.

Another step brought him through the forcefield to stand in front of her, and he was her captive audience. Her slow dance beckoned him, heated his blood, shot a fire of want from his balls to his cock. She had no idea what she did to him. Hourly.

She opened her eyes, and her soul laid bare for him. Stars and galaxies but he wanted to fuck her right here, right now.

All she had to do was give him some token, some little sign—and she smiled.

He was upon her like a scabika on a teel, a fox on a mouse, a wolf on a lamb. She would be his, now, forever and always.

Feverish for a taste of her, he devoured her sweet mouth. It was wet, hot and open, ready for him. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, giving her a sinful promise of what was to come. Some part of his mind warned him to slow down, to ask, to have courtesy for the love of Krina. But his fiery need flamed through his cock and up his belly. There was no thought, no reason. Only maddening lust, a sex-hunger more powerful than the rokhura’s jaws.

“Please don’t…stop.”

His hand groped for one of his nanobot controllers. He refused to take her on the hard ground like common animals. The mattress unfolded in a woven array and he barely had time to collapse on it before it was finished.

Her surprised “Oh!” only drove his fervor to a higher pitch. Must. Bury. Co…He shook himself mentally. Slow down. You’re not a savage. You’re not. A fleeting memory of the black handprint bruises and vaginal lacerations helped him roll back some lust.

He told her he wanted to comfort her. He did. In the only way he knew how. But then she said his name, and visions of her screaming his name in ecstasy threatened to be his undoing. Slow.

“I want you to erase what they did to me.”

His lust perched on the precipice. On the knife edge of desire, he needed to know. He must know. Did she mean it? There would be no going back. Not for him. Not ever, for the rest of his life.

“You must be certain. I will not stop.”

Her permission was a cool mist on his parched tongue. Fuck yes.

He wanted to see her breasts. Nothing would stop him now. He ripped her top without a thought.

Her beautiful small breasts pearled at the nipples, from arousal? From the chill in the air? His thoughts became disjointed. He kissed her. Her quiescence gave him new life.

With a silent roar, he dove to her breasts, suckling first one, then the other, a long lap here, a tickle with the tip of his tongue there, until she begged.

“More, Savich,” she cried. “More!”

He wouldn’t answer, instead sucking harder, letting the bud expand with her desire and then releasing it with a small pop. He treated the other similarly, partaking of her breasts like a starved man. Thus engaged, his attention diverted momentarily to his cock where a hand was gliding up its length. Daring girl. “You’re a brave woman, playing with fire.”

“Savich,” she whimpered.

He tongued between her breasts and used his strong hands and arms to slide her body up the mattress. Then he ripped off her leggings and the scent of her arousal assailed him. She already dripped for him, the fabric from her trousers damp, saturated. He bunched the fabric and pressed it to his nose and mouth, and Tabby mewled.

“Beautiful damned Tabby,” he purred and dropped the fabric. “Now you’re mine.”

He grabbed her thighs at the crease and nudged his nose and mouth into her wet pussy. He couldn’t drink her fast enough. He licked; he sucked; he drank; he supped. Slurping her juices, he barely registered the noises she made. She cried want and need and yes and love. Her dialogue was punctuated by high-pitched moans and gasps.

He growled into her opening and licked with the flat of his tongue until the little bud peeked out of its cave. “Ah, there you are,” he spoke to it.

He circled it, opening an eye to peek up at her face between the valley of her breasts. She arched her neck. He could see her chin, then she was thrashing her head, sweeping it from side to side, and her breath hitched, and spurts of liquid coated his tongue. She held her breath for a nano-second. She shattered in his mouth, screaming his name repeatedly. He grabbed her behind her hips, forcing her to buck into his mouth, even when she would have stopped. She slowed, and he paused but a moment, then attacked her nub again with his tongue and a little bite. She yelped once and howled as a second release claimed her breath and her heartbeat.

His heart swelled along with his cock. Now.

He lunged his body upward, positioned his heavy cock at her entrance and thrust before she took another breath. She screamed.

He stopped once he was seated, realizing too late that the medical device has completely healed her—she had been a virgin again—up until a second ago. “Tabby?”

She locked eyes with him. A tiny smile appeared. “Well what do you know, big guy? You made it official.”

Savich smiled wide and commenced fucking with vigor. Her wetness surrounded him, engulfed him, and he made good on his promise to erase every presence of her foul memories. He filled her every space, drove relentlessly home again and again.

She came again from the power of his deep thrusts, and as he watched her breasts sway from the motion and her teeth nibble on her lips and the pink flush her chest…freckles! That was the word. He became dizzy with want, reaching into her soul with his cock, gripping her biceps with his hands, dipping his head to her neck, inhaling her want. He licked the swell of her artery and felt his climax at the base of his balls, somewhere deep inside. A fire low in the belly, erupting like the volcano on Kavelt, and he unleashed his orgasm into her pussy with a primal yell.

Centuries.

Almost a thousand years since he’d been with a woman.

His cock twitched from aftershocks, and he collapsed on top of her, the mattress supporting her small frame with ease. He felt her heart beat beneath his own. Their breaths mingled, and he felt a wetness between their cheeks. He took a breath. Lifted his head to look into her green eyes. “Are you crying?”

She laughed, hitching her breath. “No, Savich.” She brushed at his face. “You are.”