I was eager—no, desperate—to see where this would go. I knew the end would be what we both wanted. What we needed. It wasn’t the destination now. It was all about the journey. And as long as I took it with Kira, I would be one happy Atlan.
Finally.
* * *
Kira
I’d thinkabout what Melody and Chloe had done later. I’d check out the pool and the desert and the suns. Later. The only thing I was going to check out now was Angh’s cock as he opened up his pants and pulled it out.
I licked my lips. Oh yeah. That was the cock I wanted. Needed. Ached for. I was wet and Angh would find out soon enough. Not yet, though. I had a feeling as soon as he got his hands—literally—on my pussy, our game would be over. And I wanted to play with both man and beast. I saw the primitive lust inside him, the beast watching me with hooded eyes, waiting to pounce. To conquer. To claim.
He could snap at any moment and the thought thrilled me until my pussy was soaking through my clothing. It was like trying to tame a lion. A total rush. A rush I knew would end with orgasm after orgasm until I was so wrung out I literally couldn’t move.
Last time I’d been in that condition, Angh had put his mouth on me and made me come again anyway with that skilled tongue.
I whimpered, then stifled it by crossing my arms over my chest—which didn’t make me look too superior since I was in just my bra—and said, “Yes, you have come very well prepared.”
His cock was huge. Atlans were big everywhere. My inner walls clenched, remembering how it felt to be opened up by it, to have that big crown slide over every nerve ending. I’d never been one to come from just penetration alone, but Angh got me there. Sure, my clit was still my magic button, but it seemed my g-spot, which had been hiding my whole life, decided to come join the party with Angh and…holy hell. Coming from the way he pressed and rubbed, slid and stroked over my g-spot was enough to have me speaking in tongues. And I had an NPU that translated it all.
A bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip and Angh’s thumb slid over it, captured it. I crooked my finger and he lifted his hand, held the glistening tip up. Leaning forward, I licked it off, the salty tang of it bursting on my tongue, sucking the tip into my mouth. My mouth watered, remembering the feel of his cock there instead, thick and hard as it went deep, opening my throat.
I took his wrist, held him by the mating cuff and pulled his thumb free. I stepped close. “Undress me.”
This command he didn’t have to be told twice. I was naked and directly before him in seconds. While the air wasn’t cold—in fact, it was warm and dry, reminding me of Arizona or spring in Las Vegas—my nipples hardened.
I’d waited long enough. While Angh had taken me against the wall in the brig on Zioria, it had been quick, hard and wild. His beast had been as much in control as Angh had. I’d loved it. Every hot second of it. That had been elemental and almost desperate. His beast had needed to fuck me, to soothe it and end the fever. Angh had needed to bury himself in me, to spend his seed in me to know that he’d marked me as his. That I was truly claimed.
Now, I was his. The cuffs about our wrists proved it. His beast didn’t need reassurance. Angh didn’t need to prove to the universe that I belonged to him. It was just us now. Kira and Angh. Lovers. Mates. We could fuck any way we wanted. Fast. Slow. Hard. Gentle. Wild.
So while Angh had reassured himself and his beast that I was his, now I would take him. It was my turn to have my way with him, to know he belonged to me, that his huge beast cock was mine to use as I saw fit.
And I wanted it to fit deep in my wet pussy. Now.
“It’s time for your test, Warlord.”
When I put one knee on the bed beside his hip, he moved his hand away from the base of his cock. When I settled my other knee and I was straddling him, he held his breath. When I hovered over him, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance, I met his gaze. Held it.
And when I lowered myself down, took him into me, deeper and deeper still, we groaned. I had to shimmy my hips to get him to fit, but I was ready for him. I’d been ready since the brig.
It took some time, but I finally sat upon his lap, the backs of my thighs against his. The short hairs tickled my skin, but it was how deep he was, the way he filled me that had me catching my breath.
I watched as his jaw clenched, sweat beaded on his brow. His hands gripped the bedding by his hips, most likely with an effort not to touch me, to take over.
I lifted up, then dropped back down. Again. Then again.
My hands went to his shoulders and I held on as my need took over. I couldn’t go slow any longer. It was impossible with the way I felt. I was chasing my orgasm each time I settled on him, ground my hips and my clit against him. The wet sounds of fucking filled the room. Our breaths mingled. I pushed him and he fell back onto his elbows, propped up and watching. I had room to move now, to ride him like a dang cowgirl.
I closed my eyes, cupped my breasts and rode him.
“Angh! Yes, god yes. I’m going to come. Your cock, god it’s…oh my—”
My mind went blank the more I rode him, the faster he stroked every perfect place inside me.
“Touch me,” I commanded and a second later, my hands were pushed away from my breasts as his big hand touched them both. A finger brushed over my clit and my eyes flew open.
I looked at him as I came. As I screamed my pleasure. As I milked the cum from his balls. He groaned, stiffened and I felt the thick spurts as he filled me up.
When I finally caught my breath, I told him, “You passed.”
He took my hand, tugged me down on top of him for a kiss, then rolled us so he was looming over me, his cock still buried deep. He grinned, stroked my cheek.
“The test isn’t over yet, mate.”