Chapter 41

"Heh," Dilacs grunts.

"You know I'm right," I say then realize I'm standing like my mother did when her and my dad would argue. Which makes me even more angry, but at myself, so I jerk my hand off my hip and straighten my head. "And, your Queen, Rani, agrees too."

"Bah," Dilacs says, waving a hand dismissively through the air. "We should mount an attack. Now. The lizards are scared."

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try to push my way past the anger.

"Dilacs, your angry. I get it." He arches an eyebrow and his tusks quiver but he doesn't say anything. "But Rosalind says we need more time. The Zmaj will help, but it won't happen immediately."

He grunts. He's breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, but he's staring at me with those heavily lidded, intensely burning eyes and god I want him. He growls, shakes his head.

"You," he says, his voice is so deep and gravelly that it rumbles in my chest, "are very distracting."

"Distracting?" I ask with a smirk. "What? This?"

I slide my shirt up and flash a bit of skin. He rumbles and his pants tighten around his cock.

"More," he says. It's an order, not a request.

I slide the shirt up until it's hooked under my tits.

"This?" I ask.

"Yes," he growls. "Show me those tits."

"Say please."

He closes in and grabs my shirt, ripping it up and over my head.

"No," he says, roughly grabbing my tits in his hands. "I'm going to take you. Make that hot, wet pussy mine."

"Yours," I say breathless.

"Yes," he says, taking my lips and my breath in one motion.

He kisses with such intensity that all I can do is give myself over to him. His tongue pierces my lips, driving in and god do I want his cock doing the same to my pussy. An empty ache throbs inside of me and only he can fill it.

As if reading my mind he slides one hand under my pants, driving straight down, then curling two fingers into my wet and ready hole. He slides them forcefully in and out. Every time he pulls up he rubs my clit, teasing me further as he presses on that hard bundle of nerves. All my insides tighten, tingling, shimmering, already edging towards a climax.

His thick fingers fill and spready my pussy, Finding every crevasse, leaving no part of me untouched or unexplored. I groan into his mouth. His other hand finds my ass and he slaps it with a hard smack.

"Umph," I grunt into our kiss.

He pulls back from my lips and stares into my eyes.

"That's for the defiance," he says.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, arching an eyebrow, or trying to but his other hand is rubbing against my clit again and instead of looking fierce I tremble with pleasure.

"Yes," he grunts, then smacks my ass again.

Suddenly he pulls his hand out of my pussy and frees it from my pants. I gasp in surprise and groan at the lack of fullness.

"I was close!" I protest.

He arches an eyebrow then grabs me by the back of my neck. He forces me to turn around then marches me to our bed. He puts his free hand on my hip and forces me to bend over. I rest my hands on the edge of the cubby that serves as our bed.

"Mine," he grumbles as he moves around my backside.

He warms my ass with his hands, running them up, down, over and around. Down onto my legs, then back up, over my cheeks, onto my back. As they move back down he pulls my pants off with them. The air is cool on my ass but my pussy is hot and wet. I feel wetness dripping onto my thighs.

He runs his hands over me more until my ass is good and warm. He peppers my back with kisses as his hands explore. He grabs my butt and spreads it apart as he lowers himself behind me.

"What are you?—"

I'm cut off before I can finish asking because he smacks my ass. Hard. The clap is loud in my ears and stings enough to make me yelp. But fuck did it feel good too. Then he kisses the slap, lapping at my skin with his tongue. I wiggle under his ministrations then he slaps my other cheek with a similarly loud smack.

"Mmmphhh," I moan as he does, wiggling both from pain and pleasure.

He's on his knees behind my ass, running his hands over the mounds, then he pulls my butt apart again and growls.

"You have a beautiful pussy," he says and his face is so close that the warmth of his breath passes over my lips and makes me shiver.

"Thank you," I murmur, blushing.

"And it's mine," he growls, kissing each cheek of my butt. "And this ass is mine too."

"Yes," I gasp as he smacks me again.

I hear his pants hit the floor then his cock is resting between my cheeks. His hands roam up and down my back, along my sides, brushing the sides of my tits. I'm incredibly conscious of the weight of his cock, resting on my ass.

He rocks his hips back and forth, dragging his hard dick along my skin and fuck I want him. I wriggle underneath him, ready for him to put that cock into me at last. Enough foreplay, I feel like we've been teasing each other for ages and yet he drags it on and I have to admit it's delicious.

He moves back far enough that his cock drops, sliding down the crack of my ass, brushing my tight butthole, and coming to a rest at the lips of my pussy. He grabs my hips, steadying me and himself then in a single, hard thrust he pushes in.

I gasp my pleasure, biting my lip to keep from crying out loud. The room we've been given is not that private and I don't really want all the neighbors to know hear, but fuck it feels so damn good.

He doesn't mess around, setting a fast pace, thrusting in and out with building rapidity. His cock is big enough to really fill me full with every deep thrust. I love the sounds of him grunting with every forward push. We come together over and over and I'm dancing along the edge of a fresh climax.

I'm almost there when he pushes deep and holds. His hands tighten on my hips and as I come out of the haze of building pleasure I wonder if he is climaxing but I don't feel anything that makes me think that's the case.

"Okay?" I gasp.

"Wait," he growls.

Slowly. So damn slowly, he pulls back. His dick retreats leaving a vacuum in its wake until it drops free of my pussy. He shifts his hands and spreads my butt apart.

"Are you…" I don't finish the thought because what he's doing becomes very clear when the head of his dick is pressing hard on my asshole.

I bite my lip, ready for it to hurt, but also wanting him to put it in. He trails his fingers down my spine making me shiver and he groans as I twist around on his cock.

He pushes in, slow, perfectly slow. I push back into him, doing all I can to force the muscles to relax. Slowly I open to him and he slides in more and more. Then, suddenly, he's all the way in with a small, slightly painful pop that makes me yelp. He holds right there, waiting, but he's groaning.

"Fuck…"

"More," I groan.

I need him deeper. More. Fill me full. I push back into him and his dick slides deeper and deeper into my ass until he's all the way in. We both hold, panting and gasping.

"You feel so good," he groans.

"Yes," I pant, pleasure threatening to overwhelm me completely.

He retreats as slow as he went in and fuck it feels so damn good. I adjust my arms and free one hand, reaching down to rub my clit. I'm so close that I won't last long and I can't imagine he will either.

"Yes," he groans. "Touch my pussy. Rub it."

I do as ordered and he thrusts in. A couple of gentle strokes then we find a rhythm together and speed up our pace. Everything feels so good I lose myself into the sensations, but riding herd over the pleasure and the joy is the one thing that matters even more.

Love.

"Dragoste!" he shouts as he thrusts and holds then I feel it.

He explodes in my ass, filling me with his seed, but I also fall into my own orgasm.

At last the spasms pass over and we're cuddling together on the hard bed of our room. He wraps himself around me and we kiss and touch while we both drift in and out of sleep. I'm exhausted, but happy.

"I love you," I murmur, half-awake.

"I love you, my dragoste," he says.

As I drift to sleep, wrapped in his arms, I think of the others. Of the human girls still embedded with the Urr'ki but also of the Urr'ki themselves. We've rescued their Queen, but all that is right now is hope. More than they had for sure, but none of them even know it's happened.

The solution to all of this is way beyond me, but I have done what I can for them.

"Tajss provides," I whisper.

"Yes," he murmurs sleepily. "Always."

And I know, with certainty, that it's true. Somehow, all of this will work out. I may not see the path myself, and maybe my part in that story is over. But our story, Dilacs and I, it will continue.

I drift to sleep and dream of the life we will build together and I am, for all that is wrong in the world, happy.