After a time she slowly began coming to her senses, her hearing returning almost like popping her ears on a descending plane. Her head cleared as well, albeit slowly, and her vision gradually slid back into focus, though twinkling stars lingered at the edges. Shalia was lying down, she realized. Valin had managed to get them back onto her cot and was resting partially on top of her, his mass pinning her in the most wonderful way. Hot. Strong. Hers.
She turned her head and focused on his face, her hand managing to caress his cheek despite her limbs still feeling like rubber. He was staring at her with such a look that her heart threatened to burst from her chest. He was bare for her to see. Totrulysee. Exposed. Raw.
“You,” she murmured, stroking his high cheekbones. “Magnificent.”
“No more than you,” he replied, his voice low and heavy with emotion. “I-I never…” he trailed off, his eyes gleaming with emotion.
“Shh,” she cooed, sliding her hand into his hair, and pulling his lips to hers.
They’d fucked twice now, each time a violently passionate union, but still they had not kissed. Not until just now.
She felt her heart bound as their lips met, a union of two in a way she’d never imagined. Judging by the way his body trembled and his cock twitched inside her, the feeling was mutual.
Their tongues gently touched, stirring him within her, his cock growing hard again in an instant. He might have been able to pull out, but that didn’t seem like an option anymore. Valin beganslowly grinding inside her, churning against her sensitive spots just right, feeling her body, reacting to her pleasure, and lifting it to new heights.
Shalia matched his movements, her hips rocking perfectly in time, as if her body knew exactly how to bring him to climax without conscious thought. Valin groaned and shook, overwhelmed by the sensations. Shalia shifted her weight and pushed. He let her, rolling onto his back as she straddled his sizeable length.
Their kisses grew more passionate, the intensity ramping up in an instant. Where they had started out gentle and tender, raw lust was now creeping in, their tongues and lips locked in a glorious dance. Shalia rocked hard, pressing and gyrating on his glorious cock as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. He came with her, somehow coaxing another hot load from his heavy balls and shooting it deep inside.
She didn’t stop, but rode him a while longer, savoring his length moving inside, holding him so close, so deep, until she finally slowed and stopped, resting her head on his heaving chest. They lay like that for a while, simply being in the moment. It was Shalia who finally broke the silence.
“What’s happening to me?” she asked, tracing the lines on his chest.
“To us, you mean,” he replied, pulling the dagger out of the bed, and tossing it safely across the room. There would be no need for it. Not now. “This is the Infala bond. Only the beginning stage, at least, from what I have heard. It’s all new to me. Dohrags do not Infala bond. Not ever.”
“Well, you’re only half Dohrag, and from what I’ve seen, whatever your other half is? Yeah, that’s impressive as hell. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”
“Nor I. Intercourse has been pleasant enough, I suppose, but never truly enjoyable for me.”
“Really? It’s usually the woman who has that complaint. Is that some Dohrag thing?”
“Not exactly. It was a thing done to me when I was young. The marking of my manhood.”
“The runes tattooed on it? I saw those. Did they hurt a lot?”
A look of sad memory flickered across his face. “Yes. Greatly.”
“But the others don’t have those markings.”
“No, they do not. My upbringing was… difficult,” he said, gently pulling his semi-flaccid length out of her, glistening with their mixed juices. He wiped himself clean so she could better see. “These? They were forced on me as a form of torment. I’m not alone in this. Most with unpure blood suffer similar indignities. And as my mother was not Dohrag, there was nothing she could do to protect me. And my father…”
“What about your father?”
“You’ve seen how Dohrag men can be.”
She certainly had. “It must have been a rough childhood,” Shalia said quietly, gently caressing his chest.
“It’s been a rough life,” he replied, an unfamiliar calm settling over him. If he’d been asked, he would not have been able to recall the last time he’d spoken so freely or felt so at peace. “I only got to where I am by being more driven, more focused and brutal than anyone else. And even then, my bloodline kept me from promotions over and over. Years passed when I would be ignored, my lessers rising in rank above me. But finally, after so much hard work, I was afforded an opportunity for ascension.”
“This station?”
“Exactly. It’s not quite what I had in mind, but now that the rank of commander has been achieved, the hope was a lateral transfer would be possible. But with what’s happened recently, I’ll be lucky if I can even maintain my post.”
“The escape?”
“And the loss of the shuttle, yes.” A dark look clouded his face. “Things will change soon, and I may not be able to protect you.”
“What do you mean?”
