Chapter 8CamilaBerus

Chapter 8

Camila

Camila quickly looked around for a way to strap herself down to the bench but found none. Berus widened his stance and planted his boots down on the metal floor right underneath the bench, one of the few metallic places left in the greenroom. There was a soft but clear click right before the giant wrapped his arms around her, hauled her over his thigh, and settled her in between his legs.

She reacted without thinking, trying to scramble away but only managing to rub herself all over him. She was mid-struggle when the ship pitched sharply. She gasped as gravity shifted, and her stomach lurched into her throat. She didn't go flying, however. Strong arms pinned her firmly to a warm, rumbling chest.

Something hard and insistent had risen between them, pressing against her ass.

"Don't move, Cami. I got you," Berus said through gritted teeth.

She could feel the heat of his body through the shirt she was wearing as a dress. Suddenly, she became acutely aware that she was wearing nothing under the top. Undergarments weren't a Tallean thing, unless a skirt was so short that it didn't cover the essentials.

He righted her and nestled her against him. And although his erection pressed against her, he didn't do anything but hold her.

"My boots are magnetized to the ship," Berus explained. "I will hold onto you. Our pilot, Tuhror, is skilled, and Emil is a talented navigator. We'll have no problem getting out of the asteroid field. It might get rough, but I'll protect you."

Before the words were even out of his mouth, the entire ship tilted sideways, and Camila found herself smashed against Berus's chest. Then it suddenly jerked the other way, and she threw her arms around his forearm.

Berus seemed completely unfazed by the fact that the floor underneath him was moving. He must be very accustomed to being in space.

The ship jerked again, and Cami turned her head just in time to see a trowel and some loose dirt flying straight at her. She closed her eyes and ducked her chin, hoping to protect her head, but the impact never came. The only thing that hit her were several soft clods of dirt.

When she dared peek again, Berus was leaning over and stabbing the trowel firmly into the substrate in the closest planting bed. He'd caught the trowel before it hit her.

He'd saved her! Again.

And she'd shied away from him before, like he was her enemy. Cami felt bad about that. She needed to start thinking of the Talleans on this ship as her allies, not her enemies.

Before she could thank him, everything shifted again, and she held her breath. Nothing else flew at them. The plants were rooted firmly in place, and the roots held the substrate down.

Cami wondered how a water feature would do in turbulence like this. Or in zero gravity. She laughed silently to herself. Of all the things to think about at a time like this!

The ship seemed to have stopped rolling and yawing, so Cami tried to crawl out of Berus's arms. She had only managed to start turning around when he tightened his arms around her again, pulling her back against him.

"Not yet. Tuhror or Emil will let us know when it's safe."

Sure enough, the ground practically rose over their heads one more time before the ship's system beeped, and the voice that had come on before told them they were now out of the worst of it.

Cami relaxed. "Thank you again. You keep coming to my rescue. I'm sorry about the way I keep reacting to you. It's not deliberate, I promise."

"I understand. You have been a slave in the Dominion, and I was a Dominion soldier."

Did the gentle giant seem saddened by this? Cami knew he wasn't always gentle, but he was certainly being gentle with her now.

Cami shifted her weight and realized that his erection was still hard and very impressive under her ass. She wasn't so scared of him now, especially since he hadn't pushed the issue. And he did save her from trowel impalement.

She bowed her head, then twisted so she could reach his cock. Pressing a hand to it, she said, "Please, let me help you with that."

His reaction surprised her.

"You don't need to do that. You're a guest here," he said through clenched teeth. His cock, however, twitched and seemed to grow bigger under her palm. Redness spread across the dark skin of his cheeks, and he struggled to look at anything other than her.

Was he actually blushing? Flustered? Honestly, it was kind of cute. That was it. Cami wanted to see how sex was with a Tallean who didn't think of her as property. Tallean culture was very open about such things, and she doubted her actions would be viewed as inappropriate.

"Do you find me unworthy because I was a slave?"

"No."

"Do you want me to stop?"

He hesitated, clearly torn between saying what he was supposed to say and what he really felt.

"What if I told you I want to touch you?" she asked softly.

"Do you?"

"Yes. You just saved me. I haven't had a choice in anything for so long, but I'm getting a choice now. You're helping me get to Reka 5, so I'm choosing to touch you." She hoped he understood.

Cami was going to be free, and she was going to start acting like it.

Berus tilted his head, and Cami found herself staring at beautiful green eyes full of wonder and passion. He gripped her chin gently and leaned in, pressing his nose and face to the side of her cheek and jaw. He rubbed softly, inhaling.

He was nuzzling her!

Soon, his lips and teeth joined the nuzzle, and he was leaving tiny kisses and nibbles all over her cheek. Cami went with the flow and turned her head, letting her lips meet his. And what had started out as mere curiosity quickly blossomed into real, needy lust.

Berus

Berus wanted to memorize the taste of Cami's lips. He'd worried about her reaction to a human-style kiss, so he'd stuck with what he knew: nuzzling. The fact that she'd been the one to press her lips to his felt like a small victory.

Berus's tightly wound self-control evaporated. He devoured her mouth like he was starving, sweeping his tongue in to claim every inch. His hold on her became rougher as he slid his hand into her hair and tightened in the silky strands. Cami didn't shy away. Instead, she moaned eagerly into his mouth.

A soft wash of arousal tinged the air around them, and Berus reveled in the addictive scent. Their sensual dance of tongue and lips, mimicking the carnal act, didn't just affect Cami. It drove him wild with need, too. His dick twitched and strained against the confines of his pants, and he wanted to tear them open to let his member free there and then.

It didn't help that Cami's hand was still on his cock. She must've forgotten it was there, distracted by the kiss. But Berus was hyper-aware of its presence. He gave an experimental roll of his hips to see how she'd react. Cami gasped and then started to massage him. The best part was that the hint of arousal tinting the air exploded, turning into torrents of lust.

Cami wanted him as much as he wanted her!

When Cami had said earlier that she wanted to touch him, it had been said with very little arousal. Interest, yes, but she hadn't craved him and wanted him then like she did now. He could smell her lust in the air, and it was wondrous.

Cami climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and he palmed her ass and pressed her against him so that her cunt left a damp spot on his pants. Releasing her mouth, he trailed his fangs down her jaw. She shuddered, her eyes closed and her mouth panting wide.

Sliding a hand down between their bodies, he reached under the oversized shirt she was wearing as a dress and cupped her mound. She wasn't wearing anything under the shirt. None of those annoying undergarments human females liked so much. The soft down above her cunt teased his palm, and her wetness brushed his fingertips.

"Do you want me to touch you, Cami? Ask me to, and I will."

She moaned and rolled her hips in invitation.

"I need to hear your words, little one. Tell me what you want."

"Yes. Touch me. Please." Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough.

Berus slid his fingers through her juices before plunging two thick digits into her. She was so tight that, for a moment, he wondered if he should have maybe started with just one. But Cami started riding him, bucking her hips and grinding on his hand.

Fuck! That was so fucking hot.

"Look at you, riding my hand like that. Such a good girl."

She rode him faster in response, panting harder as she moved. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her head was tossed back, her lips parted, and her eyes half-closed. His cock was insanely jealous of his fingers right now as it strained against his pants.

He made sure to press the top of his palm against her mound with every movement so that it bumped against her sensitive clit. She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder as she came, her channel pulsing around his fingers and her scream muffled by his chest.

Berus slid his fingers out of her and licked them clean, savoring her taste as she watched, her head still resting on his chest. He wanted to taste her honey from the source, but that would have to be another time. His body was past the point of control and he needed her now.

"Wrap around me, little one."

She did, and he stood. She was so small compared to him that he was easily able to support her with one hand as he frantically unfastened his pants and let them fall to the greenroom floor. The floor had released his boots, but he was unable to kick the offending garment off completely, though he did manage to free one booted foot. That would have to do.

He resumed his spot on the bench and positioned her over his length. Her pussy was dripping wet, and the broad head of his cock slid, missing the mark, but rubbing against her clit. They both groaned as he reached down and lined them up.