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Chapter Twelve

Zark

Freya tasted sweeter than I imagined. Her lips were like the silk of her tunic. Her skin felt like warm velvet against me. Her body was warmer than the sun rays that beamed down my skin whenever I woke up outside in the mornings. My auras went haywire trying to respond to her touch the only way it knew how. We were like two magnets, drawn to each other as if our very lives depended on it.

As I’d just revealed to her, even though she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, that wasn’t the only reason why I wanted her. I’d never had a woman in the past. No lovers. No meaningless flings. I was never interested in that. My work kept me occupied. Plus, just like Freya had fears about bearing a child, I had fears about being a father. What if he was like me? A defiant destroyer?

I didn’t want to think on things that brought me despair now, so I deepening our kiss and got utterly lost in her arms. My hands roamed over her body. The fabric was thin, so her curves felt luscious in my firm grasps.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered against her lips.

“You’re not. This feels good. I promise.”

I caught her gaze.

“I wouldn’t lie,” she said. “Just kiss me again, please.”

This time I grabbed her up by the hips and placed her small, delicate bottom down on the table between our meals. She wrapped her legs around me and I felt myself hardening under my loin cloth. She pressed her fingers against my chest and stroked me, trailing her digits between the dips and bends of my muscles. Her hands were like magic, or rather, she drew the magic right out of me. She pulled at my belt and dipped her hands just below my waistband.

“Freya…”

“I’d love to know what it feels like to be with a man, a tribrid, just like you. If only just once…”

My testicles tightened as her fingers dipped further down. She wrapped her fingers around my aching kuvak and I felt like I had died and my spirit was lifted from me.

“It’s real…” she mumbled against my lips. “You’re huge.”

I held back a chuckle and then groaned when her fingers slid across the delicate head of my cock. “Dear gods…” I leaned down, resting my face against her shoulder. I kissed her there, letting my tongue glide across her smooth sun-touched skin. I moved higher against her nest, pressing my lips to the jugular. She cried out and titled her head back as I caressed her slender throat.

My cock throbbed painfully with her fist wrapped around it. My fertile seed was already spilling from the tip, giving her the friction she needed to work me up to the thickest erection I’d had in a long time.

I bit my lip hard and parted from her just a bit. She groaned in disapproval for a bit but then I lowered my head and captured her nipple between my lips right through the silk. The cry of pleasure that broke out of her, echoed through the podhouse. I couldn’t deny that I needed to taste her flesh, I needed to feel her tender buds hardened against my tongue with a barrier. I moved the garment aside and watched as her top fell down, bunching at her waist.

Her nipples were a dusty pink and hard as pebbles. Her breasts were full and perky. I licked my lips and then wasted no time as I covered her again, sucking one in with urgent need.

Her hands went to my head and her fingers got tangled in my hair. She mewled as I sucked her nipples over and over again until they were pink and tender.

The air around us grew sweeter. I knew, for a fact, where the scent came from. Every time Freya blushed or was aroused, I scented her arousal. She wasn’t that different from Zunatorian women, but then again—she was unique. But I didn’t want any other woman. I wanted Freya.

I trailed my hands down her body and touched her core. My fingers passed through her slit. She was wet, soaking and slick. When I pressed my finger to her center, it sunk into her warm heat with ease.

She leaned back on her forearm and threw her head back. I pumped my finger in and out of her and then added another. She was tight and her sheath squeezed around my digits. I thrust into her only stopping short of her delicate hymen.

My name left her lips more than a few times. “Hvit’zark,” she moaned.

I growled as she murmured my full name. My thumb rubbed against something hard right above her opening. She spread her legs more and pushed her pussy upward when I brushed against it a second time. I watched her face contorting into beautiful expressions of passion. I had to know what was making her whimper and shake, so I spread her legs further apart to my view. She was like a lotus. Her bare lips were plump. Her slit was slightly opened and beckoned to me.

When her lovely pussy was revealed to me, I came leaking all over the floor. Her eyes widened as she watched me ejaculate right in front of her. The way I understood it, human men needed stimulation to have orgasms. For the Zunatorian, any amount of stimuli, even through emotions would do the trick.

“Fuck,” I growled out load when my erection didn’t subside after I spilled the first round of seed.

Her pussy leaked with honey, so much of it. I stroked the hard pink pebble near the top of her mound and she rocked upward and moaned again.

“What is it?”

“My clit. If you keep stroking, I’ll come,” she panted.

“How do you know?”