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Orgasm was thundering towards her when Nur pulled his fingers free. One moment he was there, enthralling her rioting body with his touch. The next she was empty, her clit still pulsing from the last sweet stroke from his thumb.

“Nur!” she cried out, unable to believe he’d denied her at the very moment she’d been ready to fly apart.

“Liked that, did you?” came his amused voice. “But I don’t remember telling you to speak. If it wasn’t our first time, I’d gag you for not waiting for permission.”

She gasped in outrage, both for the missed orgasm and his high-handed attitude. Okay, mostly for the missed orgasm. She liked a man who took unquestioned control. Besides, hadn’t she allowed herself to be gagged more times than she could count?

Huffing her displeasure, she kept her complaints to herself. Nur was dominant enough to demand absolute obedience. That pleased her, but if she spoke out of turn, he might deny her climax for the entire encounter. That would most certainly not make her happy.

“I’m glad to see you have some sense,” Nur chuckled. “Keep quiet unless I ask for your opinion. And take that offended look from your face. You’ll get your climax, but in my time.”

It hardly seemed fair that he could see her from his position while Tasha was denied looking at him. Between the shadows and her position in the chair, she could only discern the occasional movement at the bottom of her vision. He must have been kneeling between her legs.

That she had no idea what he was doing or what he looked at added to the sense of power he wielded over her. A shiver ran through Tasha’s body at the thought.

Damn, she liked this Imdiko.

* * * *

Nur watched the play of emotions over Tasha’s face, enjoying the glimpse into her feelings at what he did to her. Seeing her crumbling moments ago, a hairsbreadth from achieving completion at his hands had been enthralling. Then came the fascinating tug-of-war: her natural inclination to be in control against her obvious desire to surrender to his power over her.

To say he found Matara Tasha interesting would be an understatement. She was a strong woman, strong enough to escape Ket and trained Nobek soldiers. She was confident enough to tell a dominating lover what she wasn’t going to put up with. Yet within all that was the soft, gentle woman who could relax into the strength of a man, a giving creature who allowed Nur the responsibility to see to her needs as he wanted to do. As he ached to do. Heady stuff. He hoped he would not disappoint her.

She was settling in again, the immediate skirmish between wanting her orgasm and letting him continue to tease her momentarily over. Nur grinned from his position of kneeling between her splayed legs. He would have enjoyed tormenting her all night, but sooner or later Falinset and Wekniz would come looking for him. Nur’s Dramok would probably hit the roof if he came upon them this way. No, he should finish up sooner rather than later. What a shame. After all she’d been through, Tasha deserved a worry-stealing all-nighter.

The Imdiko leaned forward, inhaling her sex’s exciting scent with appreciation. Wetness coated her pussy, making the plump, blushing folds gleam in the weak light. Still grinning in anticipation, Nur licked her reddened clit. At the same time, he pushed a finger in her rear entrance.

She jerked with a high-pitched cry. Nur sat back, working his finger in and out, stretching her taut sheath. Her legs strained, trying to kick. Oh, so she liked that kind of attention, did she? He’d heard that some Earther women weren’t inclined for such pleasures. It was nice to know Tasha wasn’t one of them.

He leaned in and gave her swollen nub another stroke from his tongue. She moaned, her fists clenching around the armrests. Her aroma grew stronger, and he wished he could drown in it. She was almost too good to be true.

The next time he gave her clit attention, he sucked the distended flesh into his mouth and rolled his tongue all over it. Simultaneously he thrust a second finger in her. He delighted in her full-throated cries as he pumped in and out.

He sat back again. “Pretty alien girl,” he crooned before lapping up all the sweet honey she’d emitted. Her silky petals danced across his tongue as he laved her slit. The feeling of her pussy trembling against his tongue was thrilling. Her convulsions were going to feel amazing around his cocks. They were swollen tight inside his pants, ready to immerse themselves in all that soft warmth.

Soon, he promised them. Very soon.

He neared her clit, and Tasha went from trembling to quaking in anticipation. Good. She was eager for his touch, her body finely tuned now to desire. Nur paused for a moment, delighting in how she thrummed with waiting tension.

His lips closed over the rosy pearl. His tongue slid over it. Tasha bucked and emitted a drawn out “Aaaaah!”

Nur left off with a happy sigh. He opened his pants and shoved them down, shucking them all the way off as he stood. He looked down at the dazed eyes of the Earther bound for his pleasure. Oh yes, she was ripe and ready.

* * * *

Tasha’s brain felt fuzzy as her body sharpened with awareness. She knew she rose in the air, floating upward, but not quite how until her drifting mind registered Nur was raising the chair. She ascended until her pussy was on level with the thick gleaming lengths that jutted from his groin. Her sex gave a surge. The eager response would have been embarrassing if she hadn’t been so desperate for him to claim her.

“I will fuck you now,” he said. “You will come for me.” The words brought another swell of excitement from Tasha’s pulsing pussy.

He stepped forward, lining himself up for the first thrust. The thicker cock – and how thick it was indeed – went to her throbbing womanhood, the other aiming for her ass. She moaned a wordless plea, wanting that invasion, straining towards it, held back by the straps tying her to the chair.

His flesh was so incredibly hot, feeling as if it might brand her as he slid inside. They were both wet but he was big, the tapered tips of his shafts quickly growing in girth to test her boundaries. Tasha gasped, wanting him, wanting all of him, but he was so
broad
. She’d had cocks Nur’s length before, but he must have possessed the greatest girth. She couldn’t seem to unclench enough to take him. Her hips tried to jerk back.

“All right, little pretty,” he soothed. “Slow and easy to start then.” His hips swung back a little and then forward again, back and forth, pushing her limits a little at a time, getting her accustomed to his size. Bit by bit he stretched her until his groin was flush against her, his pubic bone grinding delightfully against her clit.

That wasn’t the only thing causing her to throb with insane delight. The pressure of his two thick cocks pressed up against her hotspot, making her every breath end in a whimper. She felt like a volcano, readying to erupt. Her guts were boiling hot.

“So snug. So fucking good,” Nur grunted. “Woman, I have never felt anything like you.”

Tasha didn’t get a chance to respond. Nur eased out and back in, as if testing to see if she could handle him. The friction against her G-spot bloomed wide, making her toes curl.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed. He rocked back, nearly emptying her of his cocks – then shoved back in, hard and fast. She squalled, her body going stiff.

“That’s right. That’s what I want to see,” he said.

From there, his pace was relentless. Nur’s strokes were pure power, altering position slightly to find what made her cry out loudest. With his twin girths, everything felt amazing to Tasha. The friction was hot, burning her sleeves with heady delight. Second by second she felt him more keenly as his steady pace drove her higher. Her pussy flexed, signaling its readiness to release.

The burning moved to its ignition point, flaring bright. All at once there was a sensation of billowing, an insane brightness that was the beginning of the detonation. Then it boomed through her, shockwaves bursting in every direction, flattening her senses in powerful heaves.

Nur groaned to feel her spasming around him. He plunged in deeper and faster than before, whipping his hips in a frenzy. Then his spine stiffened and he froze over her. She felt his cocks jerk in urgent release as he let go.

They remained like that for a long time, letting the sweetness of dying ripples wash over them until their pulses calmed and their breath steadied. Tasha’s thinking mind asserted itself as her body quieted.

She readied for what must come next, dreading it. She tensed as Nur sighed, his eyes fluttering open to look at her.

“Fuck yeah,” he moaned with a wicked half-smile. “I could do with a drink after that. What about you?”

Tasha blinked at him as he began loosening the straps that held her down. He wasn’t turning overly solicitous like other men tended to. He didn’t go all soft and sickeningly sweet with tenderness so overbearing that it rang false. He was conscientious to be sure, rubbing her ankles and wrists and forehead as he released her, asking if everything felt the way it should. He even picked her up and placed her in the clan’s bed and wrapped her up warmly in the linens before snagging them both a bottle of bohut.

There were none of the usual requests of whether she’d enjoyed herself, no excessive fawning, no pointing out he’d made her climax well and good. Nur lay next to her on the sleeping mat, beaming in the afterglow. He saw to her comforts, but not with the air of someone trying to win her agreement. It also wasn’t the companionable distance of Commander Bifen. Nur treated her like she’d always imagined a man should treat an intimate partner ... with easy respect and warm familiarity.

She didn’t have the urge to beat a hasty retreat to a safe distance. She was comfortable lying next to him in the big bed, his warm body stretched next to hers. When her bottle of bohut was empty, she found it easy to curl against him, his arms surrounding her, her face burrowed against his chest. Tasha sighed, feeling at complete ease with a man for perhaps the first time in her life.

If only they were all so steady and undemanding, she thought as drowsiness cloaked her as warmly as the Imdiko’s arms. Except for that one moment early in their play, he’d not tripped any of her alarms. If she ever found a clan of men like Nur, she might be able to let go of her ghosts.

Tasha dozed, smiling at the silly fantasy.

 

 

Chapter 13

 

Nur relaxed, a soft smile playing about his lips as Tasha curled against him, sheltering in his arms. He’d enjoyed the little Earther more than he’d thought possible. Better still, she had enjoyed him. Seeing to her needs had fulfilled him as only taking care of others could. Her cries of realized pleasure had been the sweetest music to his ears.

He studied her face as they lay together. In the soft lighting of the room, her lovely face had lost all its earlier tension. Her eyes had closed, her dark lashes fascinating fringe on her still flushed cheeks. Her mouth, swollen and rosy from his claiming kisses, smiled as she drifted towards sleep.

Nur thought he could stay still forever, watching this woman who had given herself wholeheartedly to him. Even the shadow that appeared in the doorway wasn’t enough to change his mind on that.

However, the horrified look on Falinset’s face as he stared at his Imdiko and Tasha told him he was in trouble. Nur decided he didn’t want Tasha to witness what would no doubt be one hell of a reprimand.

He nodded to his Dramok, acknowledging his presence before patting Tasha’s cheek to rouse her. When her eyes fluttered open he whispered, “Sleep if you wish. I’ll put you in the other room with the princess after a bit.”

She looked towards the man frozen in the doorway. She cringed a little against Nur. “Are you in trouble?”

Nur kissed her forehead with a soft chuckle. “If I am, it will be worth every bit of it. Don’t worry. Rest.”

Tasha didn’t lose the look of concern, but she snuggled deeper into the mat and closed her eyes again. Making a sound of approval, Nur slid off the bed. He pulled his pants on and padded to the door towards Falinset.

Falinset had gone from shock to fury. His scathing glare robbed Nur of the assurance he’d given Tasha. Nur gave his Dramok few reasons to administer discipline, but from the pissed off expression he was getting now he might be in for serious punishment.

Falinset didn’t say a word as Nur stood before him. He turned on his heel and stalked towards the front of the house. Nur followed without having to be told to do so.

Fuck it. Making love to Tasha was still worth whatever was about to happen. That had been one hell of a good time.

Falinset led him into the common room. Nur had barely stepped through the doorway when the Dramok swung around to face him. He wasted no time before erupting.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed. “Are you insane?”

Nur thought the only reason Falinset didn’t yell was to keep from waking the princess, whom he’d checked on as he passed the guest room. With his face flushed, the Imdiko thought his clan leader would have preferred to shout.

Nur shuffled uncomfortably. “She invited me, my Dramok. We wanted to enjoy each other.”

Falinset’s thick jaw clenched, and he grated between his teeth. “Is sex worth your hide? What if Ket and his men busted in here again and caught you like that? They could have, you know! Don’t you think they would have torn you apart?”

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