Rogue (26 page)

"You're killing me, Kyra," he moaned.

Laughing wickedly, I sucked one testicle into my mouth and bit down on it gently. It was hard to tell whether it hurt him or not—his subsequent gasp and explosive purr could have been from pleasure or pain— but he'd said I could beat him, and he'd like it...

/certainly liked it; I was unbelievably wet, and my clitoris was so engorged, it hurt. But I kept on sucking his balls and licked underneath them, pulling him up off the floor with the cock strap. His dick was always huge, but I'd never seen it like this before—he was so hard, it was a wonder the skin didn't split.

"Please, Kyra!" he begged.

With a slow shake of my head, I twisted the jeweled strap to tighten it and said: "No."

His roar of frustration was loud enough for Dragus to hear. "I don't care what you do," he gasped. "But do
something]"

"Aw," I said tauntingly. "Does my naughty little slave boy want more?"

His breathing became erratic and ragged. "Yes, Kyra, yes," he said desperately. "Do something...
anything.

Letting go of the cock ring, I backed away. "Turn over," I said, remembering a fantasy I'd had before.

"Get up on your hands and knees."

Tychar flipped over so fast, I almost didn't see it, giving me a full view of his fabulous buns and his balls hanging down between his thighs.

"Now, aim it at me."

Where another man would have had to use his hand, Tychar effortlessly did what I asked, forcing his cock back as far as he could so that his balls were draped over each side of the shaft.

"Oh, yeah," I sighed. "Just like that. Now move." I slapped him on the butt, and he rocked back and forth, letting his cock and balls swing freely. "Great Mother of the Desert," I swore, letting out a pent-up breath. "That is
so
hot!" Then I got another idea. "Lie down on your stomach and spread your legs."

The sight of his perfect body spread-eagled on the mat, his huge cock framed with his ass and testicles, was too much for me, and another spontaneous orgasm hit me even harder than the one I'd had when I'd first laid eyes on him. It took a few moments to recover, and then I crawled up between his outstretched legs and bit him on the ass.

"You bad boy," I scolded him. "That's what you get for driving me wild."

His response was a low growl as his penis gushed again. "Just lick me," he pleaded. "Please."

I did as he asked but continued to avoid his cock, licking only his buns and his balls until he was writhing and dripping with sweat, and his penis was a deep shade of slick purple.

"Kyra," he said, sounding quite dangerous.

"What?"

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"I believe I do," I replied. "Don't you like it?"

"No!" he roared. "No—yes—I can't take—"

"Had enough? Should I leave now?"

"If you ever leave me again, it'll be the death of me,"

he said breathlessly.

"Well, we can't have
that.
.." I said, biting him again.

"Should I lick your dick now?"

"If you
don't,
I'll..."

"You'll do
what,
slave boy?" I taunted, slapping his ass again. "Tell the Queen on me?"

"I'm going to fuck you
so
hard..."

"Oh, promises, promises," I taunted him. "Even Trag fucks harder than you do."

With a roar, he came up off the mat and, pouncing on me with a snarl, pulled me up against him, nearly drawing blood with his kiss. "You evil woman," he growled.

"I will show you no mercy."

"That's the general idea," I gasped.

Throwing me down on my back, he got on his knees beside me and ran his cock over my breasts, teasing the nipples with the serrated corona until I was writhing in anticipation.

"I can torment you, too," he gloated.
"And
make "Ha!" I said weakly. "You can't possibly wait that long.

Look at your cock—it's about to go off all by itself."

"Then suck the snard out of it," he said thickly, as he pressed it against my lips.

My lips slipped over his cock as Tychar thrust into my mouth and his fingers tangled in my hair. I was becoming intoxicated with him: his heat, his strength, and his overwhelming sexuality. He was so...
male,
and try as I might, I hadn't enough wits left to come up with a better word to describe him.

The mere sight of his hard, wet cock was enough to drive me insane, but the taste and feel of him, as well as the orgasms his coronal fluid gave me, soon had me helpless with ecstasy.

"I like seeing your lips around my cock... I don't think I'll ever get enough of that." He thrust harder, and his balls tightened. "No," he groaned, "I must have more."

Backing away, he pushed me back, pulling my legs apart with an abruptness that both shocked and excited me. Gazing down at me, he growled again, revealing his fangs. "You temptress," he said in a voice made even deeper with passion. "You tease me and drive me insane with desire. You are mine, Kyra. You can belong to no other."

His head dipped down, and his tongue plunged into me, licking deeply until his face was wet with the evidence of my desire. Reaching up to tease my nipples with his hands, he then went after my clitoris with his tongue, drawing a long torturous moan from my lips.

"Omygod," I groaned, my hips rising up to meet him of their own accord. "You're the tempting one, Ty, the Sweat was trickling down my back as every muscle in my body tightened to reach orgasm. Then I felt it; the searing, piercing note that heralded my climax. The moment my body began bucking against his mouth, he switched his position, placing his cockhead against my clit. His cock syrup added its own magic, prolonging and intensifying my orgasm until my body could take no more.

I lost all track of time, but it seemed as though days were passing, rather than mere minutes—days filled with endless pleasure. My moans mingled with his purring, becoming almost a roar in my head. Through the mists of joy, Tychar leaned down to give me a taste of his warm, delicious lips.

Then his purr became a growl as he thrust into me with a fury I'd never imagined. My body lay open for him as he filled me with his hot shaft, and I used my legs to urge him on, kicking my heels against that fabulous ass.

"Do you want more, Kyra?" he purred.

I didn't see how there could possibly be more; his cock was slamming into me so hard, I could feel his nuts bouncing off my butt. My response was a half-scream, half-gasp as he stopped completely and altered the angle of entry and hit... something... and the whole world turned upside down. A deep growl issued from my throat as I raked my nails down his arms.

His glowing eyes and satisfied smile assured me of his delight, and I knew I could search for the rest of my life and never find anyone for whom I felt a greater love than I did for him right then. He was mine, no matter who his rightful owner was. "You're mine!" I screamed.

"All mine!"

"You won't leave me?"

"Never! They'd have to kill me first." I felt him moving inside me, his hips undulating as he gave me his love, and we merged into one.

"You won't ever torment me like that again, will you? "Every day for the rest of my life," I promised, crying out in wonder as he pulled my legs up, locking my ankles on his shoulders before he began rotating his cock inside me.

His fangs gleamed as his smile intensified. "Good."

Then I remembered my intention to do it all. "Do it from behind," I gasped. "I want you in every possible way."

As he rolled me over onto my stomach, I expected him to plunge inside as before, but Tychar took his time, teasing me relentlessly: pushing, withdrawing, and pushing again, getting me primed with the syrup dripping from the ridges of his cockhead. The more he teased, the more orgasms shook my body, the more I wanted to rock back into him and take him inside me. But I felt so weak; I didn't think I could do it.

At last, summoning up what little strength I had left, I caught him on the instroke and impaled myself with him—and let out a gasp as my eyes nearly popped out of my head. I had no idea anything could feel so good and heard myself crying out in a way I'd never done before.

My mind shouted, "Don't stop!" though my mouth was incapable of forming the words. Unable to speak, I held my breath waiting for what would come next and then let out a scream as he began grinding his cock inside me, evoking a sensation that went beyond mere pleasure into the realm of erotic fantasy and beyond.

Tears poured down my cheeks as my passion for him reached new heights, but I couldn't do anything, couldn't say anything, because I had lost nearly all control of mind and body. I had no idea that the human body was capable of feeling so much pleasure.

"Do you like it, Kyra?" he purred.

"Yes!" I shouted, finding my voice. "Don't stop—oh,
please,
don't stop."

"I like it, too. The view from here is quite... delectable."

I was trying to remember if my backside had ever been called delectable before when his movements became increasingly erratic as he lost all control. "Oh, Kyra," he sighed, "What you do to me..."

Groaning as his cock erupted, he drove in deeper to fill me with his euphoria-inducing cream. His climax persisted long after it ordinarily would have ceased, and the undulation of his corona took me to a new level— a higher plane, where the whole world seemed to stop and I could see stars suspended there before me; shimmering, tantalizing stars floating just beyond my reach.

Straining toward them, I was about to touch one when they all suddenly winked out.

THE SKY WAS BEGINNING TO DARKEN WHEN I AWOKE, AND

my first thought was that if Scalia had ever experienced what I just had with Tychar, she'd have never let me anywhere near him, though perhaps that sort of total loss of control was a risk that a queen could not afford to take.

But still, waking up in Tychar's arms was something even a lizard queen—and perhaps even a female toad— could appreciate. Purring softly, Tychar lay sprawled on his back with my head pillowed on his chest and his arm draped over my back. I hated to move—wasn't even sure I could—but I had a recital to prepare for, and if Dragus had let me oversleep, I was gonna stomp on his big, fat Darconian tail!

"What time is it?" I said hoarsely.

"Don't know," Tychar murmured. "Don't care, either."

"Well, I do!" I said. "I've got that recital tonight— remember?" Sitting up, I took a quick look around and saw no one. "Anybody there?" I called.

"Just us slave boys," Trag replied from behind a thicket of palms. "We figured it was safe to come back in—I mean, you two couldn't possibly have gone on
this
long."

"Not much to see after we've fallen asleep, is there?"

"I disagree," Refdeck said. "You are still very beautiful, even when you are asleep."

Laughing out loud, I said, "What is it with you guys?

One human female comes along and you're all panting like a pack of wolves! On Earth, I'd only be considered moderately attractive."

"Well, around here, you're the hottest thing anyone's ever seen," Tychar murmured, giving me a squeeze.

"Well, you guys just need to get out more," I said roundly. "I mean, when the
toads
start thinking I'm beautiful, it's time for a change!"

"Uh, just in case you haven't noticed, we
can't
get out, and you
are
the change," Trag said. "For all of us."

Tychar's purring ceased abruptly. "She is mine," he said sternly. "Do not forget that."

"No one's forgetting that, Ty," Trag said soothingly.

"Just one little touch," Sladnil said in his shrill voice.

"No!" Tychar roared. "You will not!"

Sladnil muttered something I didn't quite catch, but it piqued my curiosity.

"What happens if he touches me?"

"He, uh, sucks with those things on his fingers," Trag explained. "They leave a mark—even on a Darconian."

Sladnil chuckled. "The Queen likes it," he said smugly.

"Yes, but what do you get out of it?" I asked him.

He laughed again. "I can taste her essence."

"Her essence?" I echoed. "And that does something to you?"

Sladnil went off into a long peal of laughter after that.

"It makes him come," Trag said informatively. "And from what I hear, he can fuck really hard. Those suction cups help him hold on."

"And just how would you know that?" I scoffed.

"Scalia told me," Trag replied.

"Did she? She can't do it with you, so you get to hear all of her stories, is that it?"

"Sort of," he admitted.

His tone of voice suggested that she wasn't the only one who would kiss and tell. "And do you report to her on what the three of us have been doing?"

"Well... yeah," he said. "It's part of the deal I made with her—you know, to take piano lessons?"

"I
knew
someone had been telling tales!" I declared.

"Really, Trag! You should try for a little more discre-tion!"

"Well, shit, Kyra!" he said. "I mean, she is the Queen!

Should I lie to her?"

Rolling my eyes, I got to my feet. "No, you probably shouldn't," I agreed. "But that's enough talk for now.

We've got a recital tonight. Wish you guys could be there. Uragus is gonna bring down the house."

"He
is
very good." Tychar agreed.

"Yes, he is—and so are you. Too bad you can't get out there and sing," I said wistfully. "But Scalia would have a conniption fit for sure."

"Conniption fit?" he echoed.

"Get royally pissed," Trag translated. "As only a Queen can do."

It would have been a very bad idea, especially since I knew Dobraton would be in the audience. What she would have thought of me and Tychar doing a duet, I couldn't begin to imagine, though getting Uragus onstage would be novel enough, since if Scalia didn't consider Darconian males to be musical, it was a safe bet that Dobraton didn't either. She had a lot to learn— actually, they both did.

I kissed Tychar goodbye and then retrieved my dress from the bench by the fountain. I wondered what Sladnil thought was so sexy about a Terran in a dress, but when I put it on, he sighed dreamily, and his thin little body shuddered. Best not to ask why, I decided, and went and pounded on the door for the guard to let me out.