Werfal 5, Z had decided to visit his parents at home. They travelled to Werfal 7 aboard one of Talson Shipping’s luxury liners. After a full day showing off the ship to his new mate, Zaret had left her in Val’s capable hands while he sought relief from a pressing headache that wouldn’t leave him alone.
He dozed fitfully and finally fell asleep, only to have a return of his fiery nightmare.
He thrashed and resisted the burn until a woman’s soft voice and persistent hands stroked him into wakefulness.
“Zaret, Z, wake up, veyu .”
He wanted to, but something kept impeding his return to her. And then she wrapped her hands around his cock.
He blinked his eyes wide open. As if The Testing had never ended, Z felt a driving need to possess his wife, his love. Thrusting up into her touch, he opened his eyes to see her naked and looming over him. She released his cock only to straddle him, replacing her soft hands with even softer flesh.
Wet and aroused, she slid over his shaft, not letting him penetrate while she teased him and herself, rubbing her clit with his cockhead. He reached up and cradled her breasts in his palms. He kneaded her golden skin until it became rosy with his touch, and pinched her nipples until she cried out and soaked his cock in her juices.
“Baby, if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to explode,” he gasped, groaning when she grabbed his hands and slapped them flat to the bed, then slid over his cock, capturing him within her heat until she flattened against his balls.
He lay under her, watching as she rode him, something familiar and yet foreign about this act.
She leaned down and kissed him, rubbing her tits against him while playing with his tongue, mimicking the suction around his hard cock. Stroking and sucking, she allowed his tongue deep in her mouth, taking his control with it. Like a wild man, he jerked and thrust up into her, forcing her to bounce up and slam back down.
Her breath caught and her breasts heaved, her nipples so hard he wanted to bite them. His heart rate increased, his cock filled with suppressed need. Unable to wait any longer, Z yanked a hand free and pinched her clit, stimulating her into an orgasm that gripped him like a vise.
The hold on his flesh jerked him into an eruption of lust so profound that for a moment he saw blackness as he poured into her. Her walls continued to milk him as she cried out his name, and he clenched her hips to move her over him, making her take his every last drop.
“Do you think it will always be like this?” she asked, panting over his chest.
Before he could answer, the ship rocked, throwing them close to the edge of the bed.
“What the hell?”
He grabbed her tightly as they were pitched off the bed, landing on his back to protect her. Cursing, he disengaged from her to rise quickly to his feet and dressed, memories of his nightmare coming to haunt him.
“We’re under attack,” he said with a certainty he wished he didn’t feel.
Adri simply nodded, accepting his words as fact. “What can I do?” His first thought was to tell her to stay in the cabin and lock the door, but staring at her, knowing what she was capable of, he did the opposite of what an Otra male normally did in times of crisis. He asked for her help.
“Come with me.”
She hurriedly finished dressing and raced with him out the door, past frightened passengers up several decks to the bridge, where Val and the captain argued.
“Those two fighters are missing, and I want to know where the hell they are.” Val’s eyes glowed with anger that grew as the captain hemmed and hawed. Rage filled the small cabin, like a force that whipped between the two men. Something felt decidedly off here, and Z knew the time had come to confront the frightening future he continued to see in his dreams. He’d be damned if he’d let her get hurt.
“Val? What’s going on?”
“Captain Dickhead here has no idea where the port-flanking defense fighters are.”
He dozed fitfully and finally fell asleep, only to have a return of his fiery nightmare.
He thrashed and resisted the burn until a woman’s soft voice and persistent hands stroked him into wakefulness.
“Zaret, Z, wake up, veyu .”
He wanted to, but something kept impeding his return to her. And then she wrapped her hands around his cock.
He blinked his eyes wide open. As if The Testing had never ended, Z felt a driving need to possess his wife, his love. Thrusting up into her touch, he opened his eyes to see her naked and looming over him. She released his cock only to straddle him, replacing her soft hands with even softer flesh.
Wet and aroused, she slid over his shaft, not letting him penetrate while she teased him and herself, rubbing her clit with his cockhead. He reached up and cradled her breasts in his palms. He kneaded her golden skin until it became rosy with his touch, and pinched her nipples until she cried out and soaked his cock in her juices.
“Baby, if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to explode,” he gasped, groaning when she grabbed his hands and slapped them flat to the bed, then slid over his cock, capturing him within her heat until she flattened against his balls.
He lay under her, watching as she rode him, something familiar and yet foreign about this act.
She leaned down and kissed him, rubbing her tits against him while playing with his tongue, mimicking the suction around his hard cock. Stroking and sucking, she allowed his tongue deep in her mouth, taking his control with it. Like a wild man, he jerked and thrust up into her, forcing her to bounce up and slam back down.
Her breath caught and her breasts heaved, her nipples so hard he wanted to bite them. His heart rate increased, his cock filled with suppressed need. Unable to wait any longer, Z yanked a hand free and pinched her clit, stimulating her into an orgasm that gripped him like a vise.
The hold on his flesh jerked him into an eruption of lust so profound that for a moment he saw blackness as he poured into her. Her walls continued to milk him as she cried out his name, and he clenched her hips to move her over him, making her take his every last drop.
“Do you think it will always be like this?” she asked, panting over his chest.
Before he could answer, the ship rocked, throwing them close to the edge of the bed.
“What the hell?”
He grabbed her tightly as they were pitched off the bed, landing on his back to protect her. Cursing, he disengaged from her to rise quickly to his feet and dressed, memories of his nightmare coming to haunt him.
“We’re under attack,” he said with a certainty he wished he didn’t feel.
Adri simply nodded, accepting his words as fact. “What can I do?” His first thought was to tell her to stay in the cabin and lock the door, but staring at her, knowing what she was capable of, he did the opposite of what an Otra male normally did in times of crisis. He asked for her help.
“Come with me.”
She hurriedly finished dressing and raced with him out the door, past frightened passengers up several decks to the bridge, where Val and the captain argued.
“Those two fighters are missing, and I want to know where the hell they are.” Val’s eyes glowed with anger that grew as the captain hemmed and hawed. Rage filled the small cabin, like a force that whipped between the two men. Something felt decidedly off here, and Z knew the time had come to confront the frightening future he continued to see in his dreams. He’d be damned if he’d let her get hurt.
“Val? What’s going on?”
“Captain Dickhead here has no idea where the port-flanking defense fighters are.”
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