5. RAASLA

She was panting below me, but I wasn't done with her sweet little cunt yet. She was tighter than any other I had ever possessed, and the way her walls had milked me had been utterly delicious.

She was even more attractive after the blood washed off her face than I had first noticed. . Delighted, I bathed in its delicateness. She was more than beautiful; she was attractive, with her slightly jutting out chin that hinted at a stubbornness.

I took a moment to scrutinize her nose, having all but forgotten about it, but it seemed straight to me and not broken.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed, which was a colossal atrocity in the cabin that had belonged to the former commander of the Cryon vessel and was now mine. It didn't matter where I took my little human, though, as long as I was going to take her.

She was still breathing hard when I laid her down and spread her legs—oh, what a delicious sight she made—I moved between them to explore her cunt to appease my desires. She tasted sweet and thick as my tongue glided through her folds. She writhed underneath me with a barely-there moan that became louder as I found the little knob that gave her such pleasure earlier.

I always loved exploring females of a new species, and I hadn't had the privilege in a long time, so I was intent on drawing this out and exploring every little detail of her body.

Her legs quivered around my head, and I placed my hands around her ass and hips to keep her in place while I licked and sucked her free-flowing juices until my head swam. She was more intoxicating than any spirit I had ever enjoyed.

Her moans turned into short little cries as her body spasmed underneath me from the bliss of another orgasm raking through her. Was that three or four? I had lost count, but it didn't matter. I always saw to the pleasure of my bed partners over my own first. It was the one and only time I wasn't selfish.

As she rode her climax, I entered her a second time. This time, she was positioned so I could enjoy the way her tits moved up and down in sync with my thrusts—very delectable tits. Round and full and proud. My mouth watered at the sight of her erect nipples, and I leaned over to suckle first one, then the other.

Her hands moved to my biceps, and clung to them as I rode her into another climax.

Fuck, she was tight. Her walls pulsed around me until my balls squeezed my seed deep into her, and stars exploded in front of my vision. My hands balled into fists as they grabbed the bed's headboard because I was afraid I would hurt her with the intensity with which I came.

It took me a moment to regain my breath and focus. One look at her told me she was even more spent than I. Her eyelids already fluttered shut, ready to fall into an exhausted sleep.

Suddenly, an intense pain on my right bicep and hip robbed me of my breath. I seized and barely managed to pull out of her to avoid hurting her and rolled off the bed with a thud.

"You okay?" She yawned from the bed.

My grunted response must have assured her that I was because she didn't lean over as I rolled myself around on the floor to see what was causing the searing pain that felt as if my skin was burning from the inside out. Black lines broke out all over my flesh where the pain was the most excruciating. Had the human female poisoned me?

The lines were thick and elaborate but not straight. They looked more like tattoos as they began to snake around my bicep and hip. What in the devil's name?

I managed to get to my feet. Pushing against the wall, I made my way over to the table, but when I reached for a chair, it toppled to the ground.

On the bed, Zoe sat up with a start. "Raasla?"

Quicker than I expected her to be, she rushed to my side and slung my arm over her shoulder. "What's wrong? Is it the wound?"

My unhurt arm shot forward, my fingers curled around her fragile neck as I pinned her to the wall. Her little fingers clutched against my forearm, her dull nails doing nothing to my hard skin.

"What did you do to me?" I snarled.

Her eyes were wide with fear. "Nothing," she choked out around my hand. "Nothing, what's wrong? What happened?"

I pointed my head toward my throbbing arm, and she followed my line of sight. Black lines were still growing and thickening. "Did you poison me?"

"What? No!" She tried to shake her head, but my hand kept her in place.

"Don't lie to me," I warned, narrowing my eyes.

"I'm not… lying. Why would I poison you? None of us know how to even fly this damn ship."

Her logic penetrated my pain, and I loosened my hold on her throat some. I speared her with my glance, but she didn't flinch. I only saw honesty and some… outrage for manhandling her. I let go, and she slumped down, holding her throat.

I ground my jaw and limped into the bathroom, where a large mirror showed me the same ornamental black lines radiating up from my right loin up to my hip. They looked similar to the ones on my bicep. As I grew accustomed to the pain, I could scrutinize them better. Something niggled in the back of my mind, some deep-forgotten part inside me seemed to recognize them, but I couldn't get a grasp on it. It tantalized my subconscious, but that was all.

"Can I do anything?" Zoe asked from the doorway, keeping a healthy distance between us.

"I think you've done enough," I choked out. "Leave me."

"I can't just leave you here. You're obviously in pain," she replied with a look of consternation on her face.

"Leave," I pushed out. The last thing I wanted for this human was to see me in pain.

"My clothes are wet. I'm not going out there naked," she stated, pushing her chin forward and giving me a better glance of the stubbornness I had sensed in her.