Adamant Spirits, page 163
“I ache to be inside you, sweet Angel,” I murmur over her breast, my fingers exploring her soaking channel. “But a female as tight as you must be savored, pleasured and made to come over and over again until you can take me.”
Angel moans, arching her back as I dip deeper inside her. My cock throbs. I feel the pre-cum wetting the fabric. It’s taking every ounce of my limited self-control not to take her immediately.
She already said no mating. If she wants my cock, I want her to beg for it.
I trail my tongue down over her stomach and down to her mound that is surrounded by a soft wisp of hair, the same color as on her head.
“Narl.” She moans my name as I settle between her legs, pressing her thighs apart as I savor her incredible scent and the sight of her glistening folds.
I slip in one finger, and she’s so tight, I’ve no idea if she will be able to take me, until I notice a little hood just above her opening. I press on the hard nub with my thumb, and she writhes under my touch, more of her delicious juices dripping out of her. The narrow channel gives just that bit more and I push in another finger as I drop my mouth to the hot red hood and suck hard.
“Oh!” Angel cries out, her hands everywhere, clutching at my hair, my head and my shoulders. Her cunt milks my fingers as she shudders her climax, coating me in more of her nectar.
Now I know what I need to do. My tongue replaces my fingers, lapping up the sweetness that seeps from her in abundance, probing her hard nub, a bundle of nerves that causes her to squirm under me as I hold her to the bed, my hand spanning her stomach. She lets out another cry and my mouth is filled with the best of her. My cock aches, almost as bad as my head used to, the pressure created by the proximity to my mate and the confines of my trousers almost too much. I push at the fabric, but Angel bats away my hands, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband and my cock springs free.
Almost immediately, she wraps her hands around my rock-hard member and hisses with surprise.
“Are you a typical Saivv male?” Her eyes are wide as she takes in my cock. “Because you are big, and I mean really big.” She pants.
“I have been engineered to be better and bigger in every way to the standard Saivv.” I groan as her thumb sweeps over my slit. “But I made a promise, sweet Angel, and you are not yet prepared.”
“I am ready, Narl.” Although her tiny hand cannot encircle my cock, she pumps at it, the twisting motion bumping over my ridges as she strokes me from base to tip.
It’s my turn for my hips to drive towards her, desperate to be buried inside her. I circle her engorged nub with my thumb as I take my cock in my hand, one knee between her legs. I pump my member as she stares up at me, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
“I don’t think you are ready to take me, to take all of me,” I tease.
She groans with pleasure as I sink two digits inside her, curling them to see if she has the same spot that brings pleasure to a Saivv female and why we males have a special top node for exactly that purpose.
This time Angel doesn’t even speak. Her entire body goes rigid before she releases with a huge exhale of breath, her channel pulsing hard. I know I can’t wait any longer.
“Now you are ready.”
Angel
Narl’s cock is something else entirely. It’s huge, which is hardly a surprise, given the size of him. What I didn’t expect was the ridges that flow like waves on the underside and the large lump on the top, just below the thick, broad head. It’s alien in every single way. I want it and him even more.
He moves between my legs, pressing his enormous member at my entrance, sweeping it gently over my folds to lubricate it.
“You are ready,” he says and thrusts.
The stretch is incredible, and for a second I really don’t think he’s going to fit, until the thick tip breaches and slips inside, the pressure easing and the pleasure becoming intense.
I’ve never been so full as he presses further inside me, each ridge dragging over my sensitive walls, the big node bumping up against my g-spot perfectly as he thrusts himself deep between my tight walls with a groan of pleasure that sounds like his cock has never been fed.
“So tight, so wet,” he murmurs as he cages me between his arms, dropping his lips to mine for another kiss as he moves, slowly pulling out so he can slam back inside me. My g-spot goes into overdrive, and I gasp out loud.
“Do you like that, my Angel? My cock stretching you?” Narl tucks me further under him as he keeps up a delicious rhythm, meaning his ridged cock is scraping my walls with every thrust. It’s incredible, and the pleasure is intense. Too intense. I feel myself convulsing, and Narl groans as I tighten further around him, even as my juices ease the passage of his enormous cock.
He lifts himself above me to look down on where our bodies are joined.
“I have to seed you.” His words are a bare growl. “I must seed you, my basak, my Angel. I might not be gentle.”
Beads of sweat hover on his brow. He’s holding onto his control by the most tenuous thread, for me. I can see in his eyes it’s only for me.
“Seed me, my darling.” I reach up my hand and curl it around his neck, pulling him towards me for a kiss. He plunders my mouth as he redoubles his efforts. With each stroke he withdraws almost completely before plunging back, burying himself inside me. He pounds at my tight pussy, and I feel the nodes swelling.
“I am going to fill you,” Narl gasps and his words cause me to buck involuntarily, climaxing harder than ever before.
He lifts himself and roars as he thrusts hard, his cock swollen as he comes. I go rigid with pleasure as wave after wave of his seed explodes inside me, my pussy milking him for every last drop. He collapses over me, his cock still swollen, holding us together.
“My Angel,” he murmurs, his eyes closed. “I had no idea that mating could be this way.”
I wrap my arms around him, drawing him to me. “What way?”
“So beautiful,” he replies, a smile playing on his lips as his incredible eyes swirl and his body relaxes with the pleasure coursing through us both.
Narl
I open my eyes to see my female sleeping soundly next to me. My mind immediately goes back to our mating, which isn’t difficult seeing that my cock is again hard for her.
She took all of me, her tiny pussy swallowing my cock with an ease I had not expected. My female is more robust thanI gave her credit for. Although, perhaps, after I saw her fending off Caer, she is as fierce as she is little.
I know Caer will not rest until he has us both in the facility he keeps in the bowels of this ship. He believes no one knows about it, but he’s wrong. Many of the males have been taken there, to have their seed extracted or to be experimented on. None want to risk being posted to a lesser ship. The Storm Star is one of our flagships and to serve on it is considered to be an honor.
Unless you are a marked Saivv like me. Then you have no choice where you serve.
Angel’s eyes flicker open and I am drenched in their deep blue, two pools I could get lost in. She stretches out, one nipple poking out from under the covers.
“Hey Narl.” She gives me the most luxurious smile. “Is there any of that food left? I’m starving.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever moved so fast in my life, not even in battle. My female has enjoyed her mating so much she wants more food. In seconds, I’m back on the bed with the hoo-man food and her on my lap, giggling delightfully as I feed her.
“What’s going to happen to us, Narl?” she asks me, once we’ve finished eating, and she has made her way into my arms again, her soft scent in my nostrils meaning I never have to suffer pain again. “Your commander thinks I’m a spy.”
“My commander needs me. If I tell him, I will keep you as my mate, he will have no option but to accept you.
“He needs you to fight for him?” She looks up at me, her eyes full of fear. “I don’t want you getting hurt, Narl.”
“I can’t get hurt, my little Angel. I am better.” I brush some of her long yellow hair away from her delicate cheekbones. “Nothing will keep me from you and the young that you will bear.”
She laughs, and the sound fills me with hope and desire. “We might be getting ahead of ourselves there, darling. We’ve only done it a few times.”
“A Saivv warrior should only need one mating with his basak to ensure that she is with child,” I explain. After all, she isn’t Saivv and doesn’t know the ways of my people.
Angel wraps an arm around my neck and presses a kiss to my kin. “We don’t even know if humans and Saivv can have children together, Narl. We’re different species.”
“I am sure we can breed.” I cup her breast, returning the kiss that she has taught me and has me wondering why Saivv have never used their mouths in this pleasurable way. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be my basak.”
“Well, I’m not on any birth control and we haven’t used a condom, so I guess we’ll find out sooner or later,” Angel says.
I’m not quite sure what she means, but her lips are an addiction that I want to indulge.Instead I concentrate on initiating our next mating session.
“I fully intend to mate you until you grow plump with my young, sweet Angel.”
“I’m sure you do, and I’m not complaining.” She pulls me in for a further kiss, her hand seeking out my already erect cock.
Angel
Narl heads out every morning to get food for me. So far I’ve had fish and chips, which was interesting to say the least, more burgers, and something that I think was supposed to be pizza. Regardless, I could eat all the food he got for me, and I was eternally grateful that I wasn’t going to starve.
I certainly wasn’t going to starve for affection, either. Sex with Narl was the absolute best. No human man could match him in my limited experience, and he wanted to do it again.
And again.
And again.
Until I was too sore to continue. Then he carried me to the bath and spent a very long time ensuring I was clean and recovered.
I bet you can’t guess what happened after that?
“How do hoo-mans protect themselves, Angel?” Narl asks as he drys me off thoroughly under the warm air dryer, his hands roving into places that make me squirm. “You have no teeth or claws.”
He demonstrates his impressive set of bright, white canines and then extends a fearsome set of retractable claws.
“Fuck! Narl, have you had those all along?” I exclaim. I knew he had pointed fingernails, but these things are like a lion’s claws.
“I would never want to scare you, little Angel. I kept them hidden from you,” he says, dipping his head and looking at me under his amazingly long eyelashes.
It’s something he’s started doing when he wants something from me. His way of telling me he isn’t a threat, and it’s simply adorable.
I’ve fallen for this alien, and I’ve fallen hard. I’m not sure why. It’s as if he’s the male I’ve been waiting my whole life for. He might be ridiculously protective and aggressive, but underneath it all is a caring and funny male who’d do anything for me.
“Humans can fight if we want to. We can use weapons to defend ourselves.”
Narl furrows his brow. “Like a warblade? I don’t think you could lift it, my sweet.”
I laugh at his confused face. Taking one of his huge hands in mine, I reach up on tiptoe and kiss him on the cheek.
“We use human-sized ones.”
“I think you need to learn how to fight.” He announces as he hands me my dress. Given that we’ve spent the better part of the last week naked, I’m a bit surprised, but as he pulls on a pair of trousers, I put on my clothing. He holds out his hand for me, and we walk back into the main suite. “Fighting is important. All Saivv females can fight.”
“Yeah, but they have to,” I grumble.
Narl has told me that male and female Saivv serve on separate ships because they cannot stand each other unless it’s breeding time. Then a female ship will seek a male ship and woe-betide the males if they refuse. Female ships have been known to fire on male ships that didn’t want to participate. If a male finds his basak, the pair is allowed to return to Saivv, to raise their children. If not, the females leave, impregnated and that is the end of their union.
Me? I’ve seen enough muscle-headed idiots beating seven bells out of each other to last me a lifetime. I don’t want to fight anyone.
“I don’t trust Caer. If he comes for you and I am not here, you need to be able to defend yourself.”
“Like you do?” I snort.
“I’m different. They know how to control me,” Narl says darkly. “They will underestimate you. All you have to do is keep them at bay long enough for me to find you.”
“Why would they come for me? Or you, for that matter?” I fold my arms.
“We’ve been at peace for some time, but there are factions that want war,” Narl says, his face grim. “If there is war, I will have to fight.”
“But there’s no war now?”
“No.”
“Then why not ask to be returned to Saivv with your mate?”
“That should be my reward,” Narl says, his head on one side as he contemplates me. “I will ask the Commander once I have taught you to fight.”
I’m not sure I like the sound of what Narl is proposing, but one look at his face and I know he’s deadly serious.
“Okay, what do you want me to do?” I sigh.
Narl moves behind me. “I’m going to show you the best way to get out of a hold from a Saivv warrior.” He wraps his arms around me, and I wriggle against him, trying to slip down out of his grip.
“That won’t work,” he groans, “on any Saivv but me.” He increases his grip, wrapping an arm around my neck.
“What do I do?” I’m trying not to panic, but his arm around my throat is firm.
“Reach down.”
“To what?”
“Just do it.”
I stretch out my hand towards the floor, confused as to what Narl is trying to teach me.
“Now grab hold of my leg and pull hard, whilst pushing back against me,” he instructs.
“Yeah, like I’m going to move you,” I mutter to myself.
“I enjoy holding you like this, Angel. Maybe I should do it more often,” Narl whispers.
“Fuck you!” I grab his leg, pulling with all my might as I push my body back against him.
Against all the odds, the massive male topples away from me. I go with him and land on his hard, muscular chest. He immediately rolls over until I am under him.
“Perfect, just like you.” His irises and tattoos swirl lazily as he drops his head to my lips and extracts a kiss.
“Only because you let me,” I reply when he lets me up for air.
“Believe me, my sweet mate, you’re stronger than you think.” He kisses me again.
“You don’t know me, Narl.” I turn my head away from him. “I’m not all that. The guys from my gym used to have me in tears all the time.”
“They touched you?” Narl roars, on his feet and striding towards his huge sword. “I will demand the Commander take us to Earth and I will deal with the ‘guys’ that hurt you.”
I’m stunned, too stunned to stop Narl from picking up his glowing sword. “Wait!” I call before he makes it out of the door. “It’s fine, Narl. I’m with you now, they can’t hurt me anymore.”
He stops, his back to me, his breathing labored, his shoulders heaving. When he turns back to me, his tattoos are in an angry fight to the death.
“No one hurts my female. No Saivv and no hoo-man,” he growls, his eyes dark as his pupils expand.
The door opens, and everything goes dark.
Narl
The only light in the darkness is from my warblade. It’s weak because I’m weak. Drugged.
And mateless.
I try to move, but I’m chained. Every limb is heavy. I can’t break the chains. I can’t get to my Angel.
“Good.” Caer appears in front of me. “You’re awake. Time for your next challenge.”
He presses a hypo syringe to my neck, and I’m drenched in liquid fire. It burns to my brain, igniting the rage I can only just control. I roar out as my warblade bursts with blue light. I strain against my chains. I need to kill. I want to kill.
“Excellent.” Caer whispers. “The serum is working. Now that you have mated, it has the desired effect.” He places a set of Saivv armor over my head and straps the heavy black metal to my torso. Reaching in-between my legs for the final strap, he cups my genitals. “I knew that once you worked out what these were for, you’d be the most formidable weapon the Saivv have ever seen.”
I quieten momentarily from my growling as he leaves his hand where it is, his eyes glittering unpleasantly until I roar at him and shove myself forward against my chains. He’s unfazed by my anger and merely finishes clipping the armor together. Then he picks up another hypo, emptying the contents into my arm.
“Your mate has been taken by the Katka. You will kill them all to have her returned,” he whispers. Or maybe it wasn’t Caer. I don’t know any more. All I know is the all-consuming rage, the all-consuming fear and everything in-between that means I will stop at nothing to kill whatever comes between me and my mate.
Angel
My head is pounding and my eyes seem glued shut. The last thing I remember was being with Narl in the suite. I smack my dried lips together, my tongue swollen in my mouth and roll over, prizing my eyes open with a superhuman effort, I find I’m on the bed in the suite, which is empty of large, alpha aliens.
It’s empty of everything, except the bed. Where the window once was, is now a blank wall. I roll over again, in an attempt to sit up, but instead nothing works, and I roll off the bed, ending up face down on the floor, groaning loudly.
I don’t think he’s in the suite but on the off-chance he is, and if he’s as ill as I am, I call out to him. “Narl?”
