RavishedbyMoonbeam (2 page)

Danielle undulated, rubbing her mons against the ridge in
his leather pants, trying to alleviate the increasing pressure in her pussy.
“Krol,” she begged.

He released her breast with a juicy pop. “Your Krol.” He
licked the redness, soothing her burn while driving her need upward. “You are
my Danielle.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple and shudders of pleasure
rolled over her. “I am your Krol.” He sucked upon her, setting off sensations
so intense, she couldn’t bear them.

“My Krol.” She thrashed her head from side to side, bucking
and arching. “Please, my Krol, I need more pain.”

“Yes.” He nodded. “Pain makes warriors strong.” He bared his
sharp, pointed teeth and she stilled, watching fascinated and afraid as he
lowered, lowered, lowered to settle over her nipple.

She held her breath, all of her muscles tensed, every inch
of her body aware of him.

He bit down.

She screamed, coming hard, the darkness bursting with
fireworks, the waves of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and anguish sweeping over
her, threatening to pull her under. Her body was no longer her own. It belonged
to an alien warrior from another world and he ruled her release with a firm
hand and sharp teeth.

“Krol.” She whimpered, slumping to the ground, wrung out and
exhausted.

“Are you damaged, my Danielle?” He grinned with a male
smugness.

Am I damaged? Am I weak and unworthy?
Danielle
gritted her teeth, battening down emotions a soldier shouldn’t feel.

Then she pressed the trigger on her space gun.

Krol twisted and the fireball zinged past his right ear, the
heat singeing his skin.
Sladky matka.
My druzka is fierce.
She
bucked upward, her slender hips smacking against his, and he allowed her to
dislodge him, rolling onto the grass beside her.

Her eyes gleamed. “I’m going to shoot your alien ass.”

He chuckled at her warning and darted into the forest,
moving at a slow human speed, making enough noise for her to follow him easily.
As he ran, he breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of pine trees and aroused
female.

My female.

He looked over his shoulder and spotted his Danielle
immediately, her golden hair shining like a beacon under the moonlight. She
carried his
zbran
with the ease of a seasoned warrior, scanning the
trees utilizing her inferior night vision.

Krol switched into hunting mode, his steps fading into
silence, his breathing leveling to a mere whisper, and he circled back to
follow his prey. She frowned as she stared into the forest, her wonderfully
expressive face revealing her frustration.

His destined mate pivoted on her heels slowly, the moonlight
flowing over her full, bare breasts, curving around her toned arms to
illuminate the proud curve of her spine. He nudged a fallen tree limb. She
turned her head in his direction. Her lips parted, her breath released in
stimulating pants.

Her sexual excitement fed his. His
spicka
strained
against the leather of his uniform and he ached with need, the warrior within
him issuing commands to attack, conquer and take what he wanted.

“I know you’re watching me, you big freakish bastard.” Her
sweet mouth spewed angry words, invoking Krol’s darker passions. “Show
yourself.”

Krol grinned as he quietly removed his garments. “I will…show
myself.” He stepped into the clearing, proudly wearing nothing except for his
black leather boots.

“Good, because I’m…” Her voice faded and her gaze dropped.
“My God. It’s huge…and moving.” She stared at his
spicka
. Her pink
tongue swept over her lips as though she wished to lick him and a shudder of
anticipation rattled his back ridges. “You’d tear me apart,” she whispered, her
eyes wild.

“I will not damage you, my Danielle.” He stalked toward her,
hungering for a taste of her spice-flavored mouth and needing to touch her,
claim her. “We are compatible.”

“Stop right there.” She waved her
zbran
, her heated
gaze remaining fixed on his
spicka
.

Instinctively, he reached for his weapon and grabbed bare
skin, his arsenal left with his clothes in a heap on the forest floor behind
him. “You will show yourself,
druzka
.” He disguised his vulnerability
with an order.

She swallowed hard, her throat convulsing, the slender
column unprotected by ridges. “You’ll have to make me, you—”

He sprang, easily knocking the
zbran
from her hands,
and he tumbled his Danielle to the ground, landing on top of her yielding
curves. Her body cradled him perfectly, his ridges fitting into her softness,
and a sense of belonging enveloped Krol.

“Get off me, you hairless Neanderthal.” His Danielle kicked
at his legs and slugged his shoulders. Not knowing many of her words, Krol
focused on her tone and body language. As they wrestled, fighting for
dominance, she didn’t once knee his exposed groin or strike at his other
weaknesses.

“You wish for me to make you.” He leaned into her, his
weight transfer hindering her counterattack and quieting her struggles.

“I don’t.” She slid her gaze from him and her delicate
cheeks flushed with pigment, enchanting him.

“You do.” Krol smirked. Heat rose from her reproductive
channel, warming the air between them. He grabbed the waistband of her pants
and yanked, removing her black ass-covering with the same hard pull.

She scurried backward, her ankles restrained by her garment.
Krol extracted a dagger from his left boot and pursued her, intent on claiming
his female.

She whimpered, her eyes widening as the blade descended, her
fear stimulatingly poignant. “You
will
show yourself.” Krol sliced the
fabric, setting her free.

He looked upon her nakedness, his chest heaving with
approval.
My female.
Krol’s gaze lowered to her thighs and that pride
flipped to fury. “You have no hair!” he roared. He tossed the dagger away from
him and the metal thudded against a tree trunk.

Krol caught her ankles and spread her legs wide. She was
bare like a female child, her pink pussy lips exposed and glistening with
lubrication.

“Who dared to do this to you?” A killing rage surged up
inside him, hot and savage.

She scowled. “I did, you big freak of the week.” She twisted
her feet, trying to escape him, her breasts jiggling enticingly. “What are you
getting so pissy about? Most men like a cleanly shaven muff.”

Most men.
Vivid angry colors filled his visual
system. “I do
not
.”

She flinched as though he had struck her. “Fine, then you
don’t have to fuck me.”

“I will fuck you.” He released one of her ankles and placed
his palm over her mons, the heel of his hand pressing against her pussy lips.
The skin was smooth and soft and his rage flowed to aching desire.

“Not a chance!” She kicked out. Her heel connected with his
chin and snapped his head back. Surprised by her assault, he dropped her other
ankle. She scrambled away from him, crawling on her hands and knees, her bare
ass waving in the air, pale and round like the solitary moon circling her
planet.

Krol growled his annoyance and grabbed her hips to pull her
back to him, his
spicka
sliding between her ass cheeks. “I will fuck
you,
druzka
,” he repeated, his voice lowered with raw passion.

He slapped his hand down on her back, tilting her ass
upward, and he nudged her knees apart with his, widening her stance to
accommodate his girth. Her pussy dripped with welcoming moisture, her entrance
opening and closing as if to suck him in.

Claim her
, the primitive part of his soul demanded.
Krol positioned himself at her entrance, and with a loud beastly grunt, he
rammed into her, burying himself up to his base.

She screamed with pain and outrage. Some of his rational
thought returned and an agony pierced his chest. He was lodged deep inside her,
her pussy lips stretched to the point of tearing around his vibrating shaft,
her inner walls hugging his cock head.

Too tight.
Krol stared down at their joined bodies
with dismay. “The research was incorrect. We are not compatible.” He pulled
back slightly. She moaned, and he froze, not wishing to cause her more harm.

“I have damaged you, my Danielle.” He petted her sides,
gentling his touch as much as he was capable, trying to comfort her, to do
anything to ease her hurt.

“Yeah, you damaged me.” She gave him a killing glance that
said if she were armed, he’d be terminated. “And I liked it.” She pushed back,
taking even more of him into her wet heat, and he groaned, the urge to move, to
thrust, unbearable. “So either fuck me hard or I’ll find another alien who
will.”

Krol strengthened his grip on her hips, incensed by her
threat. “No other male will fuck you.” He shoved into her fully, swaying her
body. “You are my Danielle.”

He pulled out and slammed into her, fucking her harder than
he had fucked the sensitive Simulator Danielle on the ship, but that Danielle
hadn’t been as wet and hot and wild, his human female meeting him thrust for
thrust, driving into his movements.

He wrapped his fist in her long blonde hair and pulled her
head back, forcing her spine to arch while he rode her, his
varles
bouncing against her skin.

“Yes. Use me until it hurts. You’re so fucking big, Krol.
That monster cock is splitting my pussy into two. Harder. Fuck. Give me all
you’ve got.” She assaulted him with rough sex talk, her juices bathing his
monster cock, as she called it, a wet sucking noise adding to their mating
sounds.

Krol gritted his teeth, his
varles
drawing up tight,
his control compromised by their adversarial sex play. “My Danielle. I need
to—”

“Bite me.” She barked her command and his
spicka
jumped to attention. “Bite me, Krol.”

He snarled, angered by her public form of address. “I am
your
Krol.” He yanked on her hair and pounded her pussy with his cock. “Your
Krol. Say it.” He shook her, demanding her capitulation.

“My Krol.” She squeezed his shaft with her inner muscles,
sending sharp shards of pleasure shooting along his flesh, and his restraint
cracked under the bombardment. “You are my Krol.”

“Yesss…” he hissed, and he lowered his mouth, licking her
smooth, delicate skin, tasting salt and woman. “You are my female.” Krol sank
his sharp teeth into her pale shoulder.

His Danielle screamed, bucking and pushing against him, and
he captured her between his body and the hard ground as her blood burst onto
his tongue, his senses exploding with the rich metallic flavor. She wiggled and
writhed, and she clenched his shaft with her pussy tighter and tighter until
Krol’s cognitive processes ceased to function.

“You are too hot, too small. My Danielle. My Danielle!” He
bellowed her name and thrust forward, assailing her pussy with a joyous barrage
of seed. He attacked and attacked and attacked until he had nothing left, his
cock drained of all ammunition.

“
Sladky matka
. You have defeated me, warrior.”
Overcome by a pleasure he had never before experienced, he collapsed on top of
his smaller
druzka
, flattening her.

She moaned. “You’re squishing me, you inconsiderate
asshole.” His Danielle spat leaves and twigs out of her mouth.

Krol levered himself up by his forearms and chuckled at his
Danielle’s darkening expression, an unexplainable warmth burning in his chest.
“This location is not optimal for fucking.” Aroused by her squirming, his
spicka
recommenced vibrating within her tight pussy, mixing his seed with her juices.

“No way. You’re not fucking me again.” His Danielle ducked
underneath his arm and rolled to the side, taking her comforting warmth with
her. “I barely have knees left from that last fuck.” She bent one leg for his
inspection.

Her pale limb was crisscrossed with red scratches and
covered with dirt. Krol picked a pine needle out of her skin, his movements
jagged with self-disgust. “I have damaged you.” He frowned, gazing down at her
exposed pussy. Her flesh had been rubbed an angry red.

“Yeah.” She nodded. Her eyes lost focus, her face softened
and her pink lips curled into a satisfied smile. Krol stared at her, humbled by
her beauty.

“You’ve damaged me like no one else has ever done.” Her
breathless whisper swirled around him, caressed his skin, licked his ridges and
settled deep within his chest.

She laughed, the joyful sound breaking the tension between
them. “And I can’t believe you’re horny again.” She reached out and stroked his
spicka
with smooth, sure strokes, sending waves of bliss up Krol’s
spine. “You must get a lot of space pussy.” She tightened her fingers and he
sucked in his breath. “You’re a fucking machine.”

“I only fuck your pussy,” Krol declared, cupping her face,
her wonderful blonde hair draping over his fingers. “You are my Danielle.” He
pushed his
spicka
into her hands, needing more of her firm touch.
“Harder,
druzka
. Pull harder.”

“Ah. You like it rough, don’t you?” She yanked on his member
with a satisfying ferocity and he growled his approval. “’Cause nothing feels
as good as pain and pleasure combined. You feel alive.”

“Strong.” His voice deepened to a low rumble. “Pain makes a
warrior strong.”

She paused in her loving abuse and gazed at him, a lifetime
of loneliness and misunderstandings reflected in her eyes. Krol clenched his
fists, wishing to kill the ones who had hurt her, but that wasn’t his mission.

Mission. I must focus on my mission
.

“Yes. Pain has made me strong.” His Danielle worked him with
all her lean muscle, lines of concentration appearing between her golden
eyebrows, her full lips pressed into a determined white line. “Tell me if I’m
too strong.”