Page 26 of Stealing the Lorgor's Heart

“Stacey… blossom… see what you have made me into. I have become your creature, desperate with my cravings for you,” he hissed between long laps at her sex. “I should be ashamed that I am so eager to rut you in a cave like a beast when you deserve so much more. I am not a decorated captain of the Calysii fleet now, but a simple male of Largoon with just the scent of your sweet heat.”

His mouth sealed over her sex, suck voraciously, drawing her sweet little nub between his sharp teeth with gentle pulls as his tongue worked within her, filling her utterly. Her head thrashed, her breath moving in and out of her in desperate billows as she lifted her hips mindlessly, desperate for more. It pleased him to see her like this, unbridled and unchained by expectations. She was not beaten down and demure with him. Her spirit shined brightly when they talked and, in that moment, she was glorious as she embraced the gift that he offered to her. She was free within her pleasure, and it was the gift that she gave him in turn as she ground her cunt against his mouth, offering more of decadent juices for his feast. Her every cry and moan, her sweetest sighs and whimpers were offered to him alone as her true mate, and it drove his hunger like nothing else before. He growled blissfully as her channel squeezed around his tongue, her arousal spilling into his sucking mouth as she cried out her pleasure against the hand he promptly pressed over her mouth.

He hated to muffle her cries. He wanted to hear her scream for him without restraint… and he would… but it could not be now when discretion was still required for their escape. Although he knew that Jornesh, Gewell, and Shelk would stand with him if he moved against the prince, the alliance of the other males on his team were unknown to any of them. Lerix was right, with the gonsi already a very real risk, any potential advantage in numbers that they possibly had could be an illusion to trap them. He could not risk his mate like that. So instead, he would savor her muffled cries and wait for the day where he would make her scream as the gods intended.

Varik considered bringing her to completion again but the sharp tug of her fingers against his vibinum grew strong enough that she yanked his head back in a surprising show of strength—though admittedly he was not trying to hold her in place—and broke the seal of his mouth from over her sex. She drew in a ragged gasp and her fingers tightened on his crest subtly. She laughed breathlessly and shook her head.

“That… was something else, but enough Varik. I want you inside me,” she whispered.

He peered up at her face over the rounded peaks of her breasts and smiled. She was hungry for his cock? Then she was in luck because it hungered for her as well.

“How are we going to do this?” she continued in a low voice. “I can’t see a damn thing but I’m pretty sure there isn’t anything soft to lay on.”

Varik glanced around and grimaced. No, there certainly was not. There was not even a suitable rock to bend his female over. He could lie on the ground and allow her to mount him but then she would be exposed and dangerously vulnerable should anyone or anything approach. He shook his head. That would not do. His gaze skimmed over the wall as he peered toward the exit, and he cocked his head as he examined the abundant vines that twisted inside the cavern. Despite the lack of light, they surprisingly grew in an equally thick mass along the wall beside them. That would do nicely. He paused for a moment, uncertain. What if she had terrible experience with bondage at Gaix’s hands? He did not wish to frighten or damage his mate in any way.

Pulling free a pair of vines, he brushed them against her cheek. “Do you trust me, blossom?”

She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes widening slightly. “Vines? You want to tie me up with them?”

“I wish to secure you safely so that I can focus on giving you pleasure,” he corrected. “But I will not if you do not wish me to.”

Stacey blinked and for a moment he worried that she would reject his suggestion.

“Gaix enjoyed restraining his females when he was bored. It amused him to see us uncomfortable and frightened.” She bit her lip apprehensively as she thought about it and Varik shook his head, sickened.

“No, do not think of it. It does not matter; I will find another way.”

“No. Please. Actually,” she murmured, drawing in a deep breath. “I want to do this. It would be nice to have a better experience to replace the bad memories. I admit that bondage is a bit kinkier than my vanilla girl lifestyle really had me anticipating back on Earth, but with you… I want to. And you are right, there aren’t exactly a lot of comfortable places in this cave. That wall will probably be the best bet.” Her lips curled affectionately. “Besides, I do trust you. I trust you to hold me prisoner for the sole purpose of giving me pleasure because I know you won’t abuse that trust.”

A tender warmth filled him at her trust. “You will tell me if it is too much.”

“I will.”

With the utmost tenderness worthy of a much loved and adored mate, he turned Stacey’s back toward the cushion of the leaves and tenderly wrapped one wrist and then the other with the springy growth. Stacey gasped at the contact as the velvety texture of the vine and leaves touched her skin, but she did not try to pull away or show any sign of discomfort or fear. Instead, she buried her fingers into the surrounding vines and gripped them firmly, her eyes luminous with nervousness and the first spark of excitement.

He growled softly, crooning to her as he petted her. He could not undress her as he liked, but he made a mental note to take his time doing so when they were finally far from Kaidava. All the same, even with clothing separating them, he took a little time to explore her body, delighting in the little sounds she made when he brushed his thumbs over her nipples and the way her belly trembled and jumped when his palm slid down it to the apex of her thighs. Each sensation and sound were his to savor. He considered licking at her cunt again while he had her tied up, but she wiggled, impatient with her desire—the evidence of which was heavily slicking her thighs, making him growl with his own need. The heavy want shining in her eyes, however, had him freeing his cock, his frillum already unfurled and seeking his mate’s heat.

With a soft groan, he covered her and drew her spread legs up and over his hips. His tail slapped the wall, frustrated in its instinctive need to curl protectively around her, the extended vibinum-exis catching among the vines. He tried to tug it back, but his cock brushed her silky, wet heat and he closed his eyes in bliss, all thoughts of escape fleeing his head. His tail coiled tighter in the vines with the exquisite pleasure of his sensitive frillum exploring her sex, opening her further for him as the tip of his cock repeatedly kissed her entrance and his shaft was bathed in the sweet drench of her pheromones.

Her toes curled, pressing hard against his ass and he grunted in response as his mate gave another frustrated wiggle, breaching the very tip of his cock’s head within her clutch. His eyes fluttered closed again, lost in pleasure as a deep growl vibrated from his chest. As if knowing exactly what he needed, her channel squeezed tightly around him as he pressed forward and sank into her body until he was flush with the soft cradle of her hips. His heart pounded in his ears, clearly having needed to expand beyond its occupancy in his chest due to all the intense warmth and adoration filling the simple organ.

By the gods how he loved her.

That love pulsed and thudded within him with every stroke and bounced back to him in affirmations with every cry muffled beneath his hand. After the intensity of the mate-claiming rut in the previous joining, he sank into the sweetness of their coupling, his body rocking against hers, drawing her answering desire with every gentle touch and the glide of his cock stroking slow and deep within her. Her breaths grew shorter in his ears, the muscles of her thighs clamping harder around him. He could feel the pulse of her cunt around his length as pumped deeper and harder. Her breath hitched and her hips jumped with the force of her climbing need, bumping against his pelvis in a silent, instinctive demand.

He was not a male to deny his mate anything. Anchoring her tightly to him with one hand clamped over her mouth and the other on her ass, he snapped his hips, his frillum bumping hard against her feminine flesh. His mate squealed against his hand, her cunt clenching as another ripple rushed through it and he thrust through it, his hips rolling in an even tempo as her desire wound tighter and tighter and she shook like a leaf in his arms. She cried out against her hand as her cunt squeezed him harder in tight dragging pulses and her hips jerked instinctively at the building pressure of impending release, each movement stroking his cock a new way and drawing up his own pleasure to greater heights.

Snapping her hips toward him, he thrust, the meeting of their bodies making them gasp together as the tempo picked up with their urgency. They trembled together, climbed the summit of their pleasure together. Adjusting his grip on her hip, he began to lift and drop her, dragging her forward at her every drop so that his cock sank deeper as he fought his way into the exquisite tightening grasp of her sheath. Over and over, he sank into her, his seed boiling up with the pressure lifting up from his balls. The head of his cock kissed her womb, drawing forth deep, hot spurts of his primary seed from the internal testes that produced it, the pleasure so exquisite that his eyes rolled back with every thrust and the jerk of his cock against her depths that delivered small deposits of his seed.

He grunted with even greater pressure, releasing a harder load of his primary seed when her cunt suddenly seized around him, milky his shaft, keeping him locked against the mouth of her womb. He crushed his face against her neck, smothering his cries of ecstasy, his venom loaded fangs pricking her as his cock pulsed over and over with the thick, precious sap of his gift. His mate’s sex clamped tighter and pulsed around him repeatedly in dragging little pulls, and she screamed again into his hand as they tipped over the edge of bliss together.

He held her there, entangled together in the vines as they panted and recovered. It was only the subtle warning from Jornesh that Gaix was getting impatient for him to return that finally made him straighten and thoroughly clean himself and his mate before helping her down. Hand in hand, he led her toward the exit that overlooked the palace. They stood there just before the edge, the beauty of the sun streaming down among the trees holding them captive in the perfection of the moment with the winged ones cutting through the sky all around them. It was like something from a dream that he once had but could not remember. And yet it was better because it was reality and it was Stacey there, her hand in his.

They stood there for several minutes but gradually they parted as Stacey proceeded him down the staircase, her fingers pulling out of his hand in a silent goodbye for now. It made him ache more every time, the cleansing cloth in his pocket the only concrete testimony to the stolen moments they had.

Jaw tightening, he followed behind his mate. This charade would not last much longer. Sooner or later, they would be found out if they did not find a solution to get safely off Kaidava. But that time seemed to be more fraught with urgency than before. The prince’s obsession with the ruined palace was odd and his insistence on going there into the depths of a dangerous island with his mates for a romantic journey even stranger that left a bitter taste in his mouth and an odd sense of impending doom that settled deep into his bones. And that haunted him as he followed his mate down into the palace where her lawful mate awaited her.

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