His hand reached around her body to stroke her clit as he thrust, his other supporting her as her legs went weak with each successive orgasm. It was insane, the way they linked together blending into one another, compounding and growing more intense. Draikis’s cock thickened further, his arousal so great she could feel the pent-up energy within him begging for release.
“Come inside me,” she growled, wanting to feel him explode within her, safe in the knowledge their alien races could not procreate. At least, not without a completed Infala.
Draikis, for all his strength, reacted as men often did when their woman demanded they give them their cum. He groaned, his finger still holding rhythm on her clit even as his cock twitched and pulsed.
“That’s it. Give it to me!” she commanded.
“It is yours. I am yours,” he gasped, then let out a little cry of such intense pleasure as his cock erupted deep inside her, sending Ella over the edge as well, her prior orgasms nothing in comparison to the massive, shared climax rocking them both.
He kept moving, driving into her, pumping what felt like an endless stream of hot cum as their bodies merged in a union of power and love. Ella’s legs had ceased functioning, her body supported entirely by his powerful grip as he emptied himself into her.
She felt him. His heart. His emotion. His need for her. His love. The connection flickered and shifted through different sensations, each more intense than the last, but through it all their bond was clear. Clear, and very nearly complete.
Ella rode the feelings, letting herself float in a blissed-out state of orgasmic oblivion, every cell in her body buzzing with the most perfect delight. She slowly came to her senses, unsure how much time had passed or exactly how they had managedto make it to the shallow water where they now lay partly submerged, spooning close, his arms around her little spoon, holding her tight.
His lips pressed against that sweet spot behind her ear with so much tenderness she thought she might burst from the love they conveyed. She reached back, gripping his powerful ass, feeing his thigh pressed against her. This was perfect.
A high-pitched sound pierced the moment, yanking them from their post-coital bliss. Draikis pulled out and was on his feet in a flash, a look of alarm on his face like she’d never seen before.
“What is it?”
The answer was apparent when a trio of small craft dropped down to a low hover, a dozen Norvalians jumping to the ground. And these were not just priests. They were dressed in a uniform of sorts and carried themselves differently than the others she’d met. A moment later she realized why.
Totaxxis, head of Norvalian security, stepped out of his vessel, a look of disgust and satisfaction merged on his face. He looked the naked lovers over once then turned to his men.
“Take them.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Ella and Draikis were hauled off, their clothing bundled up in their arms, rushed to different transports, separated before they knew what had hit them.
Draikis, despite his nudity as well as his impressive manhood which still at half-mast, looked as though he was ready to fight his brothers, damn the consequences, but Ella caught his eye, shaking her head and mouthing a very clear, “Don’t.”
Talented as he might be, this was one man versus far more than a small group of street thugs. And these were his friends. His brothers in the order. She didn’t want them, or him for that matter, to be hurt on her account.
“Clothe yourself, female,” the lead guard aboard her craft commanded as soon as the door shut and they lifted off.
“What about Draikis?”
“He is no longer your concern.”
Ella thought to ask more, but the stone-cold stares from the men crowded around her were more than clear in their meaning. She would not receive any details from them. Nor sympathy, for that matter. The best she could hope for was a safe trip back to the Norvalian compound, short as it might be.
The small ship landed without sound or sensation, depositing her at the end of the landing field closest to the entry to the imposing building she’d never been shown in her many outings. She soon learned why.
“This way,” the guard said firmly, ushering her to the entryway.
Ella kept her mouth shut, following his directions without complaint. Her eyes darted this way and that, searching for the other ships. They landed moments later but farther across the field. Draikis was roughly shoved out, Totaxxis close behind him. Her lover, she noted, was in shackles.
At least they let him get dressed,she mused, taking in the sight of him with a flare of joy in her heart. It was her final glimpse of him, the walls of the corridor into the building stealing away her view of her man.
Ella didn’t ask where they were going. She’d find out soon enough. Deeper into the structure they walked, first taking a turn to the right, then left until they arrived at a lift disc.
“Are we going up?” she asked.
The guard snorted and activated the transit device. Rather than shooting up, it dropped abruptly, the solid stone surrounding them, oppressive in its weight. As always, there was no sensation of movement but the visual stimulus of the walls zipping past was more than enough to make her legs feel a little wobbly. Then, as quickly as it had begun, the lift disc came to a halt.
“Move.”
