Valkryean warrior Takawain Brishstalker has just attended her first Trollian mating ceremony—a wild and wicked experience where sex is as much a part of the ritual as the vows exchanged.
Turned on to the point she's shaking, she meets her escort, Lazurian warrior, Natarius Fis Marrash head to head and toe to toe in a game where BDSM is a given and to "cry mercy" has a completely different connotation.
Takawain Brishstalker strode out of the marriage hall on shaky legs. Her whole body twinged with sexual desire. She licked her dry lips, still coming to grips with what she’d just witnessed.
“That was hot,” she told her companion, who was as naked as she was. “I never knew Trollian mating ceremonies were so…explicit.” She also hadn’t been prepared to spend the entire ceremony and subsequent sex banquet naked. At first, she’d tried to conceal lust-hardened nipples and was quick to find a seat away from the main group of guests to hide her squirms. Damnation, I need to get fucked.
“I tried to warn you,” her boyfriend, Natarius Fis Marrash, said. His hand slid down her back to cup her ass as they waited for the private elevator to arrive.
He surreptitiously brushed his fingers across her only piece of jewelry—the nipple clamps he’d given her just before they’d entered the marriage hall. She quelled the undeniable urge to fall to her knees and beg him for sex. That’s how turned on she was.
There was no denying or hiding the fact that the event had him hard. His massive cock bobbed as he moved. A tear of pre-cum oozed from the slit. She licked her suddenly dry lips.
“I can already hear Ta’Sha’s mother asking if we were humanoid or not.”
“Humanoid—yes. Fearing that losing control will place my reputation at risk with the Valkryean High Council—again, yes.” Not an unusual tangle for her. Coming from a planet where personal discipline was as prized as personal fortitude had its benefits and also its drawbacks. The testing of both had become overwhelming for some of her species, especially now that members of the Warrior Caste were stationed off the planet of her birth and away from the few colonies they’d established across the galaxy.
It was also how she’d met the Lazurian standing next to her. The man she quivered with lust over every time his star cruiser docked with Space Station 5429.
She caught his wrist when he reached for the delicate silver chain attached to the nipple clips. “You don’t want to do that,” she told him plainly. Her already slick folds moistened more. The throbbing pulse in her belly turned to a damnable pounding shooting down her pussy.