Valin opened his desk, grabbing a wicked-looking dagger from within. “I’m putting an end to this madness now, once and for all.”
Still barefoot and shirtless, he stormed from his chambers, blade in hand and murder in his eyes. He would set things right no matter the cost.
25
In her small quarters, Shalia sat on her bunk wearing only the loose shirt she’d managed to snag from the laundry now that so many of the crew were gone. The smallest of them, it seemed, had been among them, and while his clothes were all still far too large for her, the shirt was at least a comfortable sleeping gown of sorts.
She traced her fingers over the newly inked lines in the dim light, the shapes becoming familiar to her touch now that they had set in and healed. She’d studied them quite a lot in recent days as the sensation had transitioned from discomfort to something else. She didn’t know what it was, but they had grown quite sensitive. Buzzing. Alive. The pigment actually was, she realized, but this felt like more than just a symbiotic kind of thing. And it was really starting to look like Valin was somehow connected.
“Why?” she groaned as the runes churned, one particular unwelcome thought visiting her yet again at the thought of him. “Whythatguy? He’s an asshole. Less than the others, maybe, but what is it about him? I got over my bad boy phase years ago.”
She pondered the reaction he elicited from her, this confusing, confounding man. But this was rising from deep within her despite her best efforts to squash it. It wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter. This was visceral. Involuntary. Instinctive, even.Whatever was going on, one thing was clear. This feeling rising within her was out of her control, and she hated him for it.
Her door opened abruptly, the commander storming in without warning or hesitation, rage coming off him in waves, a murderous look in his eyes. He was bare-chested, she couldn’t help but notice, his muscles flexing with agitation. Shalia felt her heart race, fear and something else flooding her system at the same time.
Then she saw the blade in his hand.
“Wait. What are you—” she gasped, lunging to her feet in a desperate attempt to flee.
He blocked her path, shutting the door behind him. Valin moved fast, grabbing her by the throat and heaving her back onto her bed as easily as a rag doll, hovering over her, his knife at the ready, his body absolutely radiating the heat of his raised ire.
Shalia pushed hard against his chest, her fingers digging into his skin but not damaging it. She’d trimmed her nails short when she started working the fields and had kept them short. But something else happened. Something different.
The rune on his chest lit up under her touch, his Infala reacting to its match, her own pigment glowing softly with his proximity. Valin’s muscles contracted hard, forcing the knife to lock in place as he almost seemed to cramp up from the reaction.
Adrenaline and fear flooded her body, but despite hovering at the brink of a gruesome demise, Shalia felt something else. She was wet.Reallywet, her clit swelling, her body positively straining to be closer to this man. This brute clutching her throat, holding cold metal death mere inches from her chest.
Valin’s body shuddered, his weight pressing down on top of her. She felt something else besides just his mass. Namely, his rapidly growing erection, quickly becoming so rigid it was pulling his bottoms tight. He twitched, his eyes locking on hers, the rage behind them flickering to something else, his lids growing heavy with another intense feeling altogether.
Shalia shifted her hips, her clit grazing against his hard cockthrough the fabric of his trousers, sending a jolt of burning heat through her belly. His pupils flared wide, his pulse thundering visibly in his neck. A pounding she could also feel thumping against her pussy, his manhood straining for freedom.
Valin’s jaw clenched, his head shaking side to side as if he was trying to free himself from the feelings overwhelming them both. His dagger flashed down, driving to the hilt into the mattress with a loud thud. He released the weapon’s grip in an instant, his hand reaching down and pulling out a very different tool with one fluid motion, guiding it between Shalia’s opening legs.
His grip had loosened but his hand still rested on her throat, holding her down, controlling her. Valin guided himself across her buzzing clit, the raised beads lining his cock thumping against it as they passed before sliding into her without hesitation, pushing her legs back and opening her hips even wider as he rested them over his shoulders spreading her wide as he plunged deep inside.
Shalia gasped, a small climax bursting through her almost immediately as his enormous cock stretched her pulsing pussy tight around him. He leaned closer with a primal groan, his chest pressing against hers, her nipples hard against his chest as he thrust inside her, his vigor and intensity increasing.
The glow from their Infalas grew, the two runes thrumming in unison, every sensation shared between the two lovers, each of their ecstasy tangible to the other. Shalia could sense each and every raised pearl stroked against her G-spot, their vibration and heat driving her into a state of near-blindness from the pleasure’s intensity.
Valin shuddered as he thrust, the runes on his cock beginning to faintly glow inside the human’s pussy, reacting in a way they had never done before as he began to feel her sensations as if they were his own.
Shalia, likewise, could feel the hot grip of her clenching folds pulling along the length of him as he stroked out then plunged back inside her, the mounting pressure in his balls as his cockhead felt positively electrified, sensitive to the slightest movement.
Valin rolled and stood up, picking her up with ease, her legs resting over his thick arms as he pressed her against the wall, holding her up, his cock thrusting with a steady rhythm, filling her even deeper at this angle until she felt like she almost couldn’t take it anymore.
Almost.
“Yesssss! More!” she groaned with delight.
He was happy to comply, driving even harder, his groin slapping against her clit with every thrust in the most powerful, wonderful way as they both clutched one another close as their orgasms drew close. Shalia felt his cock grow even larger as his climax became inevitable, the beads along the front swelling so much that Valin couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. The idea hadn’t even crossed his mind. He was lost in their union. This was perfection. This was an impossible pleasure the likes of which he’d never experienced before. One that he would have never thought possible.
Shalia felt his reaction blend with hers and her orgasm flared bright, raging ecstasy bursting across her body, making her toes curl and her hands grab hard. The sensation was so much. So intense. Almost too much to endure. But she had no choice. His cock was locked inside her, she realized, the thought of him being trapped within sending her over the edge even further.
Shalia cried out as her pussy rippled and clenched, squeezing his rock-hard shaft so tight it almost hurt. But Valin’s engorged cock would not be pushed out. Instead, his entire body trembled and shook as his orgasm exploded forth, his ecstasy blending with hers.
She was out of her mind, writhing on his rod, but even in that heightened state she somehow felt that his cum was even hotter than before, and taking her in this standing position he was deeper as well. The powerful gush of sensation raced through her belly making the ball of tingling electric orgasmic heat alreadywashing over her body explode bright into a blinding climax of colors and sounds.
Shalia was blind, lost in the kaleidoscopic sensation, sounds muted like holding a shell to both ears, the roar of the ocean filling her head as her entire body floated on a wave of bliss. She was oblivious to the world, only feeling her lover deep inside, and that was more than enough for her.
