Page 27 of Crash Landed: The Daranthiki

He dropped to his knees worshipfully at the side of the bed, and his hands extended upward reverently to hook behind her knees and drag her bottom to the edge. Her excited perfume bathed his face, and he breathed it in eagerly as he parted the soft petals of her sex with his fingers. Mindful of his claws, he explored them with gentle strokes, bringing forth more of her internal dew. His eyes lifted, holding her gaze with his as his long tongue extended and traced lightly over her slick.

Daisy’s hips jumped in response, and her head fell back as she made a tiny sound in her throat. It was so small and vulnerable that it brought a smile to his lips. He lowered his mouth ravenously to her cunt, his tongue lapping in long, wet strokes. She bucked against his tongue, and he responded quickly by pinning her hips with one arm, holding her in place for his feast as he plunged his tongue into her. She cried out, her cunt squeezing around his tongue. He knew that, if not for his hold, she would have come up off the bed—such was the intensity of her pleasure.

He smiled against her sex and drove it into her again, twirling. Because his species used their tongue as an emergency feeding apparatus, their tongues were longer and had many more fine muscles that could make them more rigid. Those tiny muscles served him well as he drove his mate to the point of madness as her sex fluttered and squeezed rapturously, delivering gushes of her hot honey onto his tongue.

He fed eagerly until he was well sated and his other hunger raged to the point where it could no longer be ignored. Another growl broke from him as he rose between her legs, his cock jutting proudly as he quickly divested himself of his garments. Daisy—her face flushed—watched him with glazed eyes that darkened further with her heightened arousal as her pupils expanded even further. He savored the way his body heated in the places her eyes touched as they wandered over him, dropping lower.

This was his mate. The other half of his heart and being. Behind the rush of desire, contentment and a fulfilling sense of joy settled deep within him. Now that they were safe and far from the dangers of surviving on Habtal, the full range of sweetest emotions that were held back by the necessities of survival flooded through him in a spike of euphoria. The cold emptiness that had invaded him over the long march of revolutions since he became a legionnaire was filled with the heat of their bond.

He settled his hands on her knees, his thumbs making tiny circles. “This is a moment that I will treasure for the rest of our days.”

“This moment?” she breathed, and he nodded.

“Though what happened in the mine was the biological part of our mating and was instinct-driven, it is this place, here and now, where I truly claim you for all time within me. Two beings made whole, each unique and independent, each filling the void in the other in counterbalance. Instinct aside, this is the moment where I am claiming you by my choosing. You shall dwell forever in my heart.”

She smiled, her eyes brightening with unshed tears of heightened emotion. “And you will forever be in mine,” she whispered.

Zil dipped his head in acknowledgement, barely able to speak with the emotion rising sharply through him. Taking the outer shaft of his cock in hand, he pressed down the spines and directed it to her dripping sex. The internal part was already fully extended, the glans red and plump with his arousal. There was the smallest teardrop of deepest crimson to forever mark the spot where he had lost his mating spine... a permanent echo of the mark upon his heart when he gave that to her as well.

Grunting, he thrust forward, his cock burying deep as the soft spines slipped within her, following the glistening head. Daisy tipped her hips to meet him, her breath escaping her a low moan. He drew back and watched her shiver as his spines flexed and dragged along her inner walls as his inner cock retreated before driving in again, extending at the last moment to nudge her womb. Her sex rippled and clenched as she loudly cried out, and Zil’s eyes slid shut with his mounting ecstasy as he did it again.

His hands slid to her hips, gripping her firmly as he rocked his hips, his cock shuttling in its bi-segmented movement. The slap of their pelvises grew louder as their urgency heightened, their bodies colliding in a primal swaying movement as he rutted her, his cock driving home with every lift of her hips as her cunt swallowed him again and again. Desire beat in his head, his pulse a drum within his ears, but it did not drown out her sweet cries. It was those which he focused on, his satisfaction increasing as he brought her to the pinnacle again and again.

Not just for the way her cunt kissed and held his cock tightly within her depths, not for the way it spasmed so hard that he swore he could almost see the abode of ancient gods, not even for the pleasure that tripped through him, growing exponentially with every thrust.

It was because they were a testament of their bond. He was proud to bring such pleasure to his mate.

He guided her hips as his urgency heightened, drawing them together quicker. Daisy’s cries were broken with ragged pants, but still she tried to keep up. Her keens at every thrust and the flood of her arousal spilling over him were evident of that as her body writhed and undulated in its sexual dance. His own arousal grew sharper, sending a tingling tightness through his groin. It gathered through his back, compressing through him, deep within his belly.

The moment was coming. He was nearly trembling as his muscles clenched in readiness to give up his seed.

Zil’s eyes drifted to her face, lovingly imprinting the moment forever in his mind and recording into his processor, and he waited, waited until her cunt bore fiercely down on him yet again, sucking and gripping him as it milked him while his mate sang her pleasure. Her pleasure broke over him, and he roared as his own climax tore through him. He gave his seed to her over and over, his cock shuttling even when he could no longer move his hips due to the force of his ejaculation. He held her pinned to him as his inner cock tapped rapidly at her internal walls and womb until she clenched and screamed and he came again.

Rolling to his side, Zil enclosed his mate in his grip, his tail curling around her. They clung to each other while his cock continued to work inside of her, their bodies trembling with the unending currents of pleasure passing between them.

It was as he was holding her, suspended within rapture, that he felt it. Peace. It slid into his being, and his face relaxed with a smile. He was a legionnaire—a male designed to be the deadly hand of the empire, and yet he was overcome by a delicate and tenacious little flower. Gods help anyone who tried to take her away.

Epilogue

Galaxoros

It took three years to finally get there, but Daisy smiled as she stood on a private beach, a fruity drink in her hand. Three years is what it took before her family finally gave up hunting her and complied with the order filed by her attorney. Life was good. Even Zil managed to get an official honorable discharge from the legionnaires with the provision that he made himself available for certain tasks so long as it didn’t interfere with their regular activities. It seemed to be a fair trade for their freedom.

It was also why they were now finally able to enjoy the pleasures offered by Galaxoros since they no longer had to covertly fly under the radar. She breathed deeply of the salty air, her smile widening. It was truly paradise. The late afternoon sun was shining off the sea, adorning it in a hundred thousand jewels, and the sand was bright shade of gold that was unequal to any other place in the galaxy. Galaxoros was indeed the jewel of the sector as it widely proclaimed.

It was, of course, a hot tourist destination and as such it was ruined by one small thing—people. Or rather, lecherous men who seemed to think that a woman in a two-piece was a good target for getting their rocks off. She tried to ignore them as much as possible while being observant enough to evade their gropes.

For their sake.

If she was the vengeful sort, she would just let them enjoy their just desserts. But she really didn’t want to disrupt her vacation with yet another police report because Zil broke yet another hand for touching her.

“This is the life,” she sighed as she took a sip and nearly moaned as the cold fruity concoction slid over her tongue and down her throat.

A male drew up to her side, casting a massive shadow. “This planet is seventy-five percent sand,” her mate pointed out. “I do not see the draw. You had that on Habtal.”

Daisy glanced over at him, her eyes raking over the floral shorts and form-fitting bright yellow sleeveless shirt. There was a hint of glow from his red eyes behind his shades as he looked casually—and perhaps a bit dismissively—over the beach. Although Galaxoros was not human only, aliens were largely just locals due to early treaties. Others that made an appearance were typically guests of guests to what amounted to a private-resort planet that fueled the local economy in ways that also made it the wealthiest planet in the sector.

Needless to say, Zil stuck out like a sore thumb.