Page 20 of Stealing the Lorgor's Heart

His tail squeezed her rhythmically in a fashion that stirred her blood as his hands continued to tease and play. His fingers delved deeper, stroking between her folds in rhythm to the lapping of his tongue and the occasional sucking pulses over her pulse. He seemed fascinated with that spot, and he amorously dragged her tighter to the thick length of his cock concealed beneath his uniform as his hips flexed subtly. The movement was small but enough that each grinding brush of his cock and the unfurled frills moving back and forth against her bottom sent her own desire pooling hotter and thicker into her belly. She squirmed against his cock, her excited pants growing louder and sharper as her fingers dug into the scales of his tail. He growled, the sound vibrating deeply through her, and she instinctively gasped out her soft pleas before she even realized what she was doing.

“Varik, come on. Please. More,” she whispered breathlessly as his soft growl continued to vibrate through her, keeping her suspended on the edge of pleasure as he worked her body to his satisfaction.

He certainly seemed to savor her ever reaction and looked for new ways to touch and taste her that made her moan and roll her hips eagerly. The warm pressure in her belly tightened in a constant coiling sensation until she gushed her pleasure into his hand, her cries of pleasure smothered by her own hand lifting from his tail to slap over her mouth.

“More?” His growl brushed her ear making her hips jerk so that her sex snapped roughly against his palm. “I will give you everything,” he hissed. “But we will need to make this quick, blossom before anyone grows suspicious. And quiet, can you do that for me, blossom? Or did you need me to silence you?”

“You... you do it,” she gasped and then moaned against his palm when it closed over her mouth, careful not to block the passage of her through her nose.

His other hand slipped off her pussy and she felt its absence keenly, but his tail remained firmly in place as he lowered his hand to throw up her skirt and yank down her underwear, baring her sex completely to him while keeping her covered and concealed as much as possible. An eager tremor rushed through her, her pussy dripping with arousal as she braced her legs, parting them eagerly as his hand slipped between them. His fingers brushed her bottom for a moment as he opened his pants just enough that his frills and the length of his cock was freed, their heat brushing eagerly against her bare bottom. Stacey bit her lip and moaned as he dragged back her hips and maneuvered his body in such a way that its heat, with all of its exquisite ridges that wrapped entirely around it and the frills that rose up from his pelvis just above the root of his cock, rubbed back and forth against her sex with the rolling motion of his hips. Her eyes rolled back at its glide through her slickened folds. Back and forth it slid as Varik thoroughly coated its length. Upon the fifth pass, its angle shifted so that it pressed up notched at her entrance. There was a delicious pressure as the bulbous head slowly began to stretch her and she responded by tipping her hips back, opening herself to its invasion, even as she pushed back onto it.

Their moans mingled in soft hisses of breath as Varik’s cocked drove deep, filling her so completely in ways she’d never experienced with anyone but him. When his pelvis settled against her bottom, she felt stretched and filled to the point where she felt entirely possessed by him. Her breath came out in a soft whine as she shifted subtly on his length, but he held her firmly in place as they both savored the intimate joining of their bodies. Stacey rocked her hips as much as his tight embrace allowed and worked herself up and down, enjoying his abbreviated stroke deep within her, his frills sweeping over her clit and the lips of her pussy, vibrating gently with each pass. Her hips jumped, however, driving him deeper within her so that his cock pressed closely against the mouth of her womb at the most sensitive spot along it at the prick of his teeth on her throat.

Varik growled and his teeth slipped away to be replaced with the slide of his tongue. Then he moved, pumping into her as he held her against him. The hand over her mouth held her head against his chest, and the hand caressing her breasts drew her as tightly against his torso as the tail dragging her back around the waist. She could barely move as he rocked in and out of her, her hips rolling, chasing the glide of his cock and the erotic brush of his frills, each stroke claiming her more and more. Her channel clasped and fluttered around his shaft an orgasm breaking through her. Her cries were lost beneath the hand over her mouth, and she shook, her movements becoming jerky with her release as the Lorgor continued his relentless drive, his cock shuttling at a quickening pace, the rhythmic slap of his pelvis driving his cock into her sheath with a strength that that left her helpless to her desire.

Speared upon his cock, Stacey clung to him limply, her body entirely overwhelmed by the male curled over her. Only her hips, despite their fractured rhythm, rolled back eagerly with his every stroke, his frills rubbing insistently now without letting up from her tortured clit, her pleasure was dragging deeper and hotter with the fire that the ridges of his fat dick sparked and gave life to within her. She gasped again his hand, moaning softly as she chased the glorious, burning light rising inside her core. His own pounding rhythm broke and became more erratic and wilder, driving her passion and pleasure beyond the edge of everything she’d known and experienced before. It was a wild coupling, his throaty growls in her ear stirring something primal within her, encouraging her to dig her nails deeper into his tail.

Pleasure welled and he broke into a rut, his breath heaving as she clawed her to the top of the swelling crest of pleasure climbing rapidly through her. Her pussy tightened down around him for a moment that seemed to drag on forever, increasing the sensation of his ridges pushing and dragging through her channel until the pressure unleashed and hips jerked against him with the force of her release as he rode her through it, his grunts and growls a welcome testimony of his own pleasure as he raced for his own released within her clenching sex.

He swallowed the roar of his climax until it was little more crackling growl bursting violently against her skin as he buried his head against her neck. The hot spray of his seed pulsed violently within her. Another, deeper bliss followed born by a satisfaction that stirred to life—a completeness with him buried in her pussy, his seed leaking out of her, as they slowly came down from the pinnacle. They gasped and rocked together until finally his cock pulled free and she felt the cool press of a sanitation wipe cover her sex to gather up his spilling seed. Stacey draped against him in hold, silent as he gently cleaned her folds and swept the cloth up inside of her to soak up his release. That latter part was slightly uncomfortable, but she understood the purpose. Although it was done with the same clinical motions as before, his throaty sigh when he finally released her let her know just how badly it affected him. His eyes were over-bright as he looked at her and for a moment it appeared that he struggled with himself as she stepped back from him and adjusted her clothing.

She stared at him, attracted to the primal part of him that warred with the intellect. He wanted to pin her beneath him again and replace his scent once more by coating her womb repeatedly with his seed… but she also knew that he would not. Not when the risk was so high.

His throat worked and then he too took a step back with a respectful tip of his head. “Go ahead and return while I have some control of myself.”

Her eyes met his and searched for greater understanding of what he was going through. “Is it so terrible?”

“Unbearable,” he rasped, and his hand closed over the engorged cock already straining once more as he hastily tucked back into his pants. “Please go, blossom. Return before someone begins to look for you.”

She bit her lip but nodded. Turning her back on him was difficult and leaving him there harder but she hurried on the path that she knew would take her over to the bar where she could collect Gaix drink. Gods knew she needed another one herself.

ChapterSixteen

Tension prickled through Varik as he squinted over the sea stretching out along all sides of the boat skipping over the surface of the water. The orange color was crystalline for the first several feet before deepening in hue to be lost to murkiness. Accustomed as he was to the broad green seas of Lorgoon, it felt unnatural and the seas far too flat for his liking. With the mild tropical breeze, it should have been idyllic. Instead, he felt threatened by his surroundings and most of all by the islands growing larger in the distance. He reached instinctively for his sidearm and cursed mentally at Kaidava and its thrice-damned laws prohibiting visitors from carrying weapons onto the planet. It made him feel oddly vulnerable in the worst time and place to have such a weakness. Especially when accompanying a Calysii prince who appeared to be determined to get them all killed.

Even his adventurous Stacey, who usually possessed an unstoppable spirit, seemed unnerved. She was unusually silent that morning over their private uplink whereas she had delightfully kept him up late the night before with endless things to talk about. Now, however, she stared out straight ahead, her face pale and drawn, and their uplink silent as a tomb.

“Of course, I have heard all about this island,” Gaix boasted to the females closest to him. “We will enjoy an early midday meal on the beach to enjoy the sun before the heat becomes too intolerable before moving inland to the ruins of a massive open-air complex, gilded with the gold and the likes of which is seldom seen with all of its supposed monument and reliefs carved into every surface. It is there that we will overnight.” He craned his head toward Lerix who stood stoically behind the operating panel for the vessel. “Is it a temple or a royal palace, do you think? Not that I mind debauching one of my mates in an ancient temple, but I am curious.”

Varik watched the Kadish’s jaw tighten subtly but the male shrugged with a careless ease of a male with no concerns and little interest.

“A little of both, I believe. Ancient Kadesh palaces and houses of nobility often had temples attached where they could enjoy lavish ceremonies for the gods without mingling with the common populace. Local legend has it that a great prince claimed the island for his private estate. A retreat from his responsibilities on the mainland. As heir, it was afforded no limit in expense and is rumored to be as grand as you say.” The male’s tail twitched, belying his casual conversational tone. “I would suggest that we remain on the beach, however. This island is famous… or perhaps infamous, rather. It is said to be a cursed place where the prince, his mate, and all of the staff met their deaths.”

A few gasps met his words from among the females, and one of them—Destiny he believed she was called—ducked into Gaix side as if she truly believed that the selfish, weakling of a prince would protect her. He wanted more than anything to advise her to keep close to one of his officers should they encounter danger rather than cling to her mate, but he wisely held his tongue. The prince was well known to be extremely sensitive to any perceived slights against his ego. From the time Varik had joined Caysta’s interplanetary fleet, he had been warned about the prickliest of the noble families, of which Gaix was among the worst in terms of requiring his masculinity and desires catered to, and officers kept each other updated regularly on the matter.

“Do not tell me that you believe in curses, Lerix,” the gonsi remarked drily.

Lerix gave the male a cool smile. “Not at all. But I do believe in anything with very large teeth and an appetite for Kadesh flesh… or any flesh, not to put too fine a point on it.”

Varik lips twisted grimly. “I do not suppose you brought weapons with which to protect us from these flesh eaters?”

The Kadesh’s smile turned smug as his head turned to look over at him. “Of a sort. The laws on Kadaiva are a bit… strict for visitors and citizens without special license—which is damn well impossible to get unless you are appropriately employed and have access to the right channels. I have my own channels which are a bit less legal, technically, but sadly what I’ve been able to smuggle is not quite as powerful as I would like to deal with something of considerable size. But what I have is yours,” he added with a small, flourished bow and nodded his head toward a crate in the back of the vessel.

Flicking his gaze toward Shelk, he tipped his head subtly toward the crate as he headed toward it. The male nodded and made his way down the length of the vessel, joining Varik at his side. Shelk dropped to his haunches and lifted the lid, revealing the gleaming casings of low-power defense blasters amidst which there were just two mid-level plasma rifles. They would do considerable injury but only the rifles were lethal, but to what mass was questionable.

“Afelkna shit,” Shelk grumbled, and Varik nodded in commiseration as Gewell joined them.

He gave his officers a hard look, his mouth tightening with displeasure. “Remain alert at all times. Shoot first if you perceive a potential threat and worry about the consequences later. None of these weapons will bring down a larger threat but catching them by surprise can give us a little extra time to get away.”

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