I squeeze her to me. “Yes. As safe as we can make it. The only dangers here are our own flaws, Riya. And, of course, the wild beasts that live near the forests. They can be fierce, so we must avoid them. But there are no slave masters here. We own our destiny, now.”
Together we look across the barren land, past the silvery edges of the dome shimmering in the Zandian sun.
“Did I see water when we landed? Is there a stream here?” she asks. “Show me?”
So I do. I take her hand, although it’s not necessary—she is nimble and quick—but I enjoy the warmth of her small, delicate fingers in mine. When we reach the hill, a short walk from our home, she gasps.
“But it’s so pretty.” She blinks hard. “It’s gorgeous. Can we drink it? Swim in it? Use it for irrigation?”
“Anything we want.” I want to hear her laugh again, so I decide to make another joke. I lower my voice. “But we should probably not use it as a toilet, because this is the top of the spring, and all water flows downhill to our pumping system. And Jax’s eliminations could ruin the filtration system.”
She laughs again until she snorts, and then we’re both laughing, and suddenly, without even realizing how it happened, we’re lying together in a delicate patch of purple flowers growing beside the stream.
She reaches out to touch my face, and I wait, holding my breath. Letting her make the first move, even though I’m aching to dominate her, take her, make her mine, again and again. “Your skin is so warm.” Her voice is full of wonder. Her fingers are doing things to me, and I’m already so vecking hard that it’s painful.
“Your horns.” She reaches up to stroke them with both hands.
I groan as they stiffen with need. “Riya…”
“They turn you on?” She gasps, and then looks at me. “Like your cock. Do you like it when I do… this?” And she gets to her knees and leans over me. At first, I smell the floral scent of her hair, and the musk of her body, and then I forget my entire vecking existence as she closes her little lips around my left horn and sucks, experimentally.
“Riya,” I groan, my cock twitching, desire rising. “When you do that…”
“This?” She asks with mock innocence that makes me want to spank her. She tongues the other horn. “Does it feel like I’m licking your cock, Ronan?”
She reaches down to stroke me through my pants, teasing the hard outline with her palm, tracing it with her fingers. “Would it feel like you have two mouths on you if I suck here and rub there?” Her hand is busy now, stroking up and down, and veck, my cock is about to burst through the cloth. I reach down to release my aching flesh, and she grasps it, stroking firmly, and I shudder.
“Suck my horns harder,” I order her, “and keep stroking like that.” Yeah, like she’s not the one totally in control for the moment, and I don’t even care. It feels so good that all I want to do is get lost in this sea of pleasure.
She giggles. “Yes, Master,” she whispers, all obedience, and my cock shoots out harder to hear that word on her lips. Then she puts her mouth back to my body and does what I commanded, like it’s the only thing in the world that brings her pleasure. Her little moans and sighs make me more aroused until I can’t take it anymore.
“On your back,” I order roughly, and flip her over. I spread her thighs with one leg and press myself to her. At the same time, I pull her arms over her head and pin her wrists with one hand, while I play with her pierced nipple with the other, through her shirt.
She squeals, and her eyes go dark with desire. She squirms in my grasp, trying to free her wrists. But I can see and smell her arousal, so I hold her down harder, and suck her nipple through the thin fabric until it’s taut and hard, outlined by wet silk, and she trembles under my touch.
“Ronan,” she begs, her voice hoarse and wild. “Please, fuck me. Please.”
She uses the Ocretion word for veck, which annoys me. I want to teach her our language, have her only speak in our tongue. “Master,” I remind her, and slap her thigh, not hard, but a firm spank. Her moan of pleasure lets me know it was the right call, so I do it again, and again until
she bucks her hips up at me, panting, eyes glassy.
“Master,” she whispers, and her eyes flicker shut, her eyelashes black on her pale cheeks.
“Keep one hand there above your head,” I order her, and gently tug down her leggings, exposing her naked pussy. “Spread your thighs for me, Riya. And reach down with the other hand and spread your pussy lips wide open. As wide as you can. Show me what’s mine. I’m going to make you do it later for the others, as well, so practice now. Get it right or I’ll spank you until you do.”
Veck. My dirty command makes her so wet I can see the juices flow.
“No…” she murmurs, and tosses her head from side to side, fisting her hair with her hand.
“I warned you,” I growl, and pull her to one side. As I spank her ass hard, one cheek, then the other, I say, “You. Will. Do. As. I. Command.”
I check to make sure she’s not genuinely afraid, but I don’t think she is because she cries, “Oh! Yes, Master, I will.” Her nipples are hard pebbles under her shirt now.
I lay her back down on the flowers and bend over to swipe my tongue up the skin on her belly. I need more immediately, so I dip my head between her legs to lick at the honey there.
She cries out something unintelligible and I warn her, “Don’t come yet.” I can’t wait another second, so I press my cock to the warmth between her thighs. “I’m going to take you hard,” I say.
“Yes, yes,” she moans, reaching up to grab my horns. Then she gives me the most wicked smile and whispers, “Later on, if you want, I’ll lick your horns and your cock until you explode in my mouth.”