23. Lily

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

Ohara didn't take his eyes from mine as he carried me down the hallways toward his cell.

He didn't take his eyes from mine when he turned each corner, seeming to know instinctively where they were and how many to take. He didn't pay attention to the cheers and whoops and claps on the shoulder from the other inmates we passed.

He didn't even need to remove a hand to reach down and open his cell door. He kicked it open. Then he kicked the door shut and placed me lovingly on his bed.

He immediately set to removing his clothes and I marveled as, layer by layer, he revealed his gorgeous chiseled frame that was lean and hard from use. His scales shone in the harsh overhead lights, glinting like diamonds.

He made a pained expression when he removed his undershirt and I shot up into a sitting position.

"You're hurt…" I said, probing at his arm.

"It'll be all right," he said.

"Lay down," I said, patting the bed beside me.

He did, and I shifted so he was more comfortable.

I ran into the bathroom and soaked a towel in cold water and hurried back to his side. I dabbed at his arm where he seemed to flinch the hardest.

"It's… nothing," he said.

I pressed the towel to his upper arm and he clenched his teeth, but it soon passed.

I marveled at his scales. They were hard and bulbous like tiny bubbles, or the armor plates of an armadillo, only very smooth to the touch. I loved them.

It was like picking up one of those perfectly polished pebbles at the beach that you kept in your pocket and rubbed every time you felt anxious.

Next, I raised the towel to his face and dabbed at his bruised brow, his cut lip, his red cheeks. And gazed into his gorgeous caramel eyes. Those things could suck you in and never let go if you let them.

And I let them.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. It was the first alien kiss I'd ever experienced.

It felt different from kissing a man. His lips were firmer, like those of his scales, and so smooth that they might have been carved from ice.

He responded to my kiss by sucking gently on my lips and letting me trail my tongue against his sharp teeth. I'd never noticed them before, or the powerful fangs that extended at the front corners.

I dropped the towel without realizing it and lay on top of him. I felt the long rod in the front of his pants pressing against me and couldn't help but run my hands over the etched muscles of his honed chest and abs. I'd always wanted my own set, and now I had them!

He paused and pulled back a moment and spoke gently:

"You don't have to do this," he said. "I Claimed you, but you don't belong to me."

"Oh, okay then," I said, climbing off him. "I'll just head back to the Prize Pool…"

I took in his shocked expression, the hunger still visible in his eyes. I slapped him on the shoulder. "That's for your little trick of choosing another Prize earlier."

He threw back his head and laughed. "Then from now on, I will only ever say what I truly mean." Then he fixed me with those hungry caramel eyes of his. "I want you. All of you. And I want you now."

I fluttered my eyes and peered down at him. "Your wish is my command… my Champion."

He picked me up in his arms and immediately drew my flimsy negligee up over my head and let it fall to the floor.

I immediately felt the coolness of his scales press against my soft skin and gave him my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms about his neck, and he lowered his mouth to my nipples, already pert and erect for him. He slurped at me hungrily, lashing at my breasts with his tongue.

Boy, did it feel good!

I threw back my head and pulled his head in closer, harder, and I found my hips grinding naturally against him, wanting him. I left small dashes of juice on his abs and the sight of that drove me wild.

I pulled his head back and drank in his lips. I didn't think I'd ever tasted anything so delicious my entire life.

He turned around and lay me on the bed and went straight for my sex with his tongue. He didn't tease, didn't slow his pace, he just slid that impressively long tongue inside me and lapped at the ridges of my g-spot.

I climaxed immediately, and hugged his pillow to my mouth to keep myself from screaming. My hips bucked and the release was immense. I realized my body had been holding it back for a full day and didn't need much coaxing.

"I want you," I grunted like an animal. "I want you inside me. Now."

He stood up and calmly removed his pants. I was still surprised by his massive member — despite having felt it through the fabric of his pants earlier — and reveled in the challenge it presented.

I wet my fingers and rubbed myself to help limber myself up for him to enter me. I caught him watching me, his eyes bulging from their sockets at the sight of me touching myself.

Oh, you like this, do you?

I kept my eyes focused on him as I touched myself the way I liked, my legs splayed out on either side, diving my fingers deep inside and rubbing hard.

His hand gripped his cock and he began stroking himself in time with my own movements. Finally, unable to wait any longer, he got to his knees on the bed and placed himself at my opening.

I took his cock in my hand and pulled him inside me. He entered me inch by inch and I groaned and turned my head to one side.

He slid out of me and then back inside, deeper, and repeated this action over and over again until I took all of him.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he began to make long, sweeping strokes inside me, his dick sending shock waves through my entire body.

I put my hands on the hard muscles of his ass and felt his muscles tense as he thrust inside me over and over again.

He maintained that slow rhythm, never stopping, never rushing, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced.

In a mirror, I could see his blue skin, his hard body on top of mine, working at me, making me feel every inch.

"Oh God," I cried, and my hands gripped the blankets and pulled them tight as another climax rocked my body.

"Oh, oh," I muttered unintelligibly.

"Good?" Ohara said with a cheeky smile.

I only had two words: "Don't stop."

I repeated them over and over again, feeling another rise coming soon. Very soon…

Somewhere just over the horizon…

And he maintained the same movement but increased the pace, rowing toward that sunset, toward that mysterious sensation.

And he began to grunt under his breath at his effort as he took me further and further, and that sensation only grew, and a fresh layer of sweat dappled my skin and began to form droplets that dropped onto the blankets beneath us.

The faint sensation had become a roaring rush in my head now, and I screamed as it overtook me and we fell, headlong, into the raging tempest of the waterfall on the other side.