AJ opened her eyes – and gasped. Kaden was naked, a wicked grin on his face. His manhood jutted out, stiff and proud. Bigger than she remembered. Even bigger than General Tok’s. She wondered what it would be like to take him in her mouth, to swirl her tongue around the head of it. Would he moan and curse and call upon the gods like some of the men she’d seen? Or would he grab her head and ram himself farther down her throat, pumping faster and faster until he exploded?
“I love the way your pussy smells when you’re aroused. When you’re spread apart like this, I can see it getting slick and wet, getting ready to take me in. All of me.”
Pussy. She loved his word. The way he said it, her pussy sounded soft and warm, with a hint of naughtiness. Much more appealing than the clinical term she’d been taught to use for the heart of the savage desire he’d awakened in her.
He dipped his head. She shuddered when his tongue touched her throbbing bud. “Your little pearl is hard, peeking out of its shell.” He flicked it, making her gasp out loud.
Kaden pulled on her tail a little, sliding the tip of it in farther while he licked her clit. Every tug wiggled the device in her bottom, sending another rush of heat through her veins. AJ writhed on the bed,, but his upper body pinned her in place.
He locked his eyes on hers, fastened his mouth over her pearl and sucked.
AJ screamed. Her pussy clenched, and she felt a gush drench the tail as she climaxed. His eyes bored into hers, until she was drowning in their depths, sucked down into his very soul as his mouth sucked her pearl.
He rose over her. Yanking the tail away, he lunged, driving his cock in. AJ wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper.
He fucked her hard and fast. Still shuddering from her last climax, she cried out as he took her higher and then higher yet. His body tensed, and he gave one last thrust, grinding into her, his cock pulsing.
When she felt the hot jets of cum bathing her inner walls, AJ shattered. Her pussy spasmed around his shaft as the orgasm tore through her. She dug her nails into his back, frantically, as though she’d whirl away into the abyss if she let go.
Kaden’s arms around her became her tether to reality. Her heart pounded against his chest. Massive. Solid. Grounding her.
Gradually her heart quit pounding, and her breathing slowed. Kaden lay over her, his body cradling hers.
“I’ve never…” She stopped, unable to find the right words.
Kaden propped himself on one elbow. He stroked her cheek. “Never what, Tajina?”
“I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. It just…happened. So powerful, like an explosion. Almost frightening.”
His laugh was warm. “You’re so passionate, I forget sometimes how innocent you are.”
“Innocent?” Her voice rose.
“It was not meant as an insult, Tajina. You’ve had very little experience in the arms of a living, breathing partner.”
“None – except for you,” she admitted. “And I never saw any of the harlots react the way I just did.”
“That’s because, unlike yours, their partners were inept. I am honored to be the man who introduced you to the rapture of being thoroughly ravished.”
She gave him a sharp look. “Are you mocking me?”
“Never.” He bent and brushed her lips with his.
She drew back.
“Still not ready, eh? That’s all right, Tajina. We can take our time. After all, if it’s done properly, kissing can be even more intimate than fucking.”
Chapter Twelve
They fell into a routine. Kaden came to the Lyceum nearly every night. Apparently word had spread that the tall, exotic-looking harlot was his because, on the nights when he wasn’t there, the other men kept their distance. Like Tok, it seemed no man in Petra was willing to risk displeasing a warrior of New Atlantis.
Some nights, all they did was talk. Kaden was eager to learn more about her. Little by little, she opened up. He found her tales of life on Earth endlessly fascinating, especially the details of her trysts with the holographic lover she created.
“Did he ever do…this?” he’d ask, fondling some part of her body.
Kaden was delighted when she entered the game one night. They were both still fully dressed, reclining on the bed.
“All the time,” she responded when he slid his hand under her gown and massaged her clit between two fingers.