“Thank you so much for finding Nick,” Belle said. “I don’t know what I would have done if he didn’t make it, but he is already feeling much better. He’s in our room resting.”
The underground facility was made of concrete and steel, and the walls were painted with a semi-glossy cream-colored paint on the top half and a semi-glossy khaki green on the bottom half. The floors were covered with glossy green, and white tiles and the apartments were divided into one four and six rooms. Couples like Belle and Nick were given a one-room space with a sitting area as well as a bed and a private bathroom with a shower. The floors were tiled the same as the hallway, and the walls were solid cream-colored with white ceilings.
There was nothing fancy about the living areas, but they were clean, comfortable and safe. Meals were served mess hall style. None of the apartments had kitchens or food processors, though the residents were free to take their food to eat in their quarters. Jacob, however, told them he would like them to eat their meals together in the mess hall initially to build a sense of community and so he could share their progress with them.
“It’s getting late,” said Vyken, “I came to see if you are ready to return to the ship for the evening.”
“I am,” she said without elaborating. “But I think Dad is going to stay here. These people look up to him, and he thinks he can help them adjust to living here.”
Vyken seemed to think about that for a few seconds. “If that is what he wants. We can go now if you wish.”
“Yes,” she said softly. “Belle, I will probably see you sometime tomorrow. I am so glad you and Nick are here.”
“Me too,” Belle agreed. “You have a good night.” As the younger woman turned and went inside her apartment, Vyken guided Danya down the hall with his hand at the small of her back.
They got into the elevator together, and Vyken swept her into his arms as soon as the elevator started climbing upward. He lifted her up as before and claimed her lips in a heated kiss. He was still kissing her even as they reached the top and he stepped out of the elevator. Danya had wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.
“Vyken,” she murmured his name as an endearment when he freed her mouth. She had never wanted a man the way she wanted him. She knew he was going to claim her this night, and she would accept him as hers.
He didn’t put her down as they emerged from the cinder block building that hid the entrance to the Enclave. Danya was feather light to him, and he had wanted to hold her again all day. She seemed content with that and laid her head on his shoulder and hugged him. She knew he could smell her arousal, so it didn’t surprise her when Vyken took her into his quarters instead of her own.
He had the commander’s suite complete with a lounge area, a dining nook and a food processor kitchenette, and a bedroom with a very large bed. Once inside, Vyken stopped and left his rifle in the gun locker beside the door then carried Danya into his bedroom. She raised her head to look up into his dark blue eyes and parted her lips for his kiss. She welcomed his tongue sliding into her mouth, caressing it with her own, as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through her body.
Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks and her pussy clenched against his erection pressing against her core. She wanted to be joined to him, to possess that hard cock pressing against her. He was hers, and she craved the pleasure only he could give her.
Genetics had drawn them together, and neither could fight the inevitable any longer. Vyken broke the kiss and set her down on her feet quickly.
“I will not make you pregnant when I claim you, Danya,” he told her.
“Someday, I will want you to,” she murmured. “We need time to be lovers before we become parents.”
It only took them seconds to toe-off their boots and take off their shirts and pants they both wore without underwear. Danya eyed his long thick cock, and her dripping pussy clenched repeatedly.
“Now,” she said, “I need you inside me now.”
“As you wish, female,” Vyken grinned and lifted her against him a guiding his cock into her. They both groaned in delight as he filled her and her tight sheath hugged his shaft. He widened his stance to balance better and pressed his lips to hers and claimed her mouth with his tongue as he claimed her with his cock.
Danya moaned as he pulsed his cock inside her still kissing her. Vyken moved them to the bed and knelt on the edge of it, putting one hand out to lower them to it with Dana beneath him. They kissed for a long time hyper-aware of every point their bodies pressed together skin to skin. Vyken caressed her face with his fingers and followed them with kisses, nibbling and tasting her heck, making her squirm beneath him and squeeze him with her inner walls.
They thoroughly relished the way they fit together and the waves of carnal delight that pulsed through their bodies by the simple act of joining. When they could wait no longer, Vyken began pumping in and out of her, slowly and smoothly at first then harder and faster until he was pounding into her. Danya cried out in delight, cheering him on and assuring him of her profound pleasure.
He was hers, and she was his, emphasized with each thrust of his cock and the upward tilt of her pelvis to meet him. The surge of his tongue deep into her mouth and the rubbing of his hard, muscular chest over her taut, sensitive nipples.
Their pleasure kept building and building, taking them up that summit to ecstasy until they both shattered in a climax that ripped through them with a tidal wave of utter bliss that left them screaming in rapture. It was by far the most wonderful thing they had ever felt and most extraordinary because it happened when they came together.
