30. Tyrxie

Pieces

A sweet pill rests on my tongue. I swallow it without hesitation, looking into the shining golden eyes of Xandor. I have no more reservations, trusting him like I’ve never trusted before, with every ounce of my being. “It’ll help you relax,” he says, offering an explanation with a smile.

I nod back, unsure of his meaning, not wishing to relax. Quite the opposite—my skin tingles, alight with a flaming desire that overwhelms my senses. When we kissed it awoke something primal inside of me, a part I’d long repressed, bursting to the forefront with frightening yet alluring intensity. But I choose not to be afraid, allowing myself to be carried away by the current of my lust and desire, trusting Xandor, needing him—all of him.

Xandor locks his piercing gaze onto me, and I gasp as wisps of gold drift from his eyes. Similar to the time he fought the Mutalisk, he appears ferocious and brutal with a hungry expression directed at me, yet I don’t balk knowing he is mine and I am his.

Heavy plates of arcweave armor thud to the ground as Xandor releases the latches that I failed to undo. With each piece slamming to the ground, my heart flutters, seeing more of his glorious body revealed. He stands like a taut giant, with hard chiseled lines of bulging muscles.

I drink in the sight of him, feeling a warmth spread throughout my entire body, coming to rest at my glistening core like streams forming an ocean. Yet the tide only grows stronger as Xandor stands with just his leather loincloth, a massive bulge pressing against the struggling material. The immense size of it hitches my breath as my heart hammers in my chest.

Xandor glances down at himself, a smirk playing across his cheeky, handsome face. “You are the one,” his eyes flick back to me, “the perfect remedy.” A remedy for what, I don’t know, but whatever it might be, I long to be his cure.

Burning desire overcomes any trepidation, drawing me closer to Xandor after I remove the last of my clothing. I cup his massive member, feeling its hefty weight in my hands, as I press my body next to him. My mouth dries with anticipation at the sensation of our nakedness next to each other, a sense of closeness I’ve never experienced before.

Xandor groans as I continue to knead his massive cock, leaning against his powerful frame. I’ve no idea what I’m doing. This is all new to me! But desire drives me, controlling me like I’m possessed, craving him more with each passing moment, yearning for his touch, for his passion.

Kisses and nibbles assail my neck and ears as Xandor takes control, a flurry of sudden, gorgeous attention. Trails of molten longing follow his fingers as they trace the sensitive curves of my back and legs. Moans escape my lips, unbidden, as I throw my head back, beckoning him onwards, daring him to do more.

He doesn’t disappoint, Xandor’s attentions grow bolder demanding more of me—a demand I yearn to fulfill. Each caress of his full lips travels further downward, reaching the sensitive scorched wound on my chest. I gasp, looking down to see his golden eyes shining back at me, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

An intense painful, yet simultaneously smoothing sensation springs from my chest as Xandor kisses and licks along my charred skin. He snarls like a bestial version of himself, eliciting pants of intoxicating longing and trepidation. It’s a heady mixture that leaves me lightheaded.

“I taste your blood, your resolve,” he declares in a husky voice. I glance down with heavy breaths, seeing trickles of my darkened blood upon his lips. He’s like an animal devouring me piece by piece, and the frightening thing is I don’t want him to stop.

“Taste all of me,” I suggest with a sudden, throaty boldness. Xandor grunts, lifting me with effortless strength and placing me onto a bench, clearing the clutter in a dramatic sweep of his massive arm. Tools and material crash to the ground, but I pay no attention, seeing only Xandor, in our ever-shrinking world of craving that exists just for us.

Xandor wastes no time as he descends on me with hunger, each touch igniting my path. His tongue traces teasing circles around my nipple, causing me to gasp in shock. His powerful hand kneads the other. My sensitive flesh being lavished with his wet tongue and attention pulls moans of bliss from me, as I marvel at enjoying my breasts existence for the first time.

Heat builds in my core, pooling with a molten wetness that astonishes me. I’m unsure if it’s normal to be this way, yet my mind is ablaze with the desire for Xandor to touch me there. My legs open of their own accord, driven by a burning longing that overwhelms my senses. My savage teaser wastes no time, filling the space with his hulking presence.

His head moves tantalizingly closer to the wetness that awaits him. Xandor’s tongue and lips trace rivers of pleasure down my stomach. Gasps escape as my arms and legs tremble with eager anticipation, whilst his hands move to stoke the outside of my thighs. First with gentle brushes, but in his greedy lust, he seeks more, as his grasps become firm and demanding.

I writhe with a grunt as my male stokes my glistening core with the faintest touch. I rock my hips towards the source, begging for more. Yet it eludes me as a smirk plays on Xandor lips. “So innocent, yet so eager,” he teases in a breathy tone.

Before I can complain with a desperate plea, he grants my unspoken wish. His broad tongue makes a bold stroke along my outer, glistening lips. A shuddering moan of ecstasy escapes my mouth, forcing me to clutch onto Xandor’s long, green hair. “Better?” he taunts.

I can only half-groan a reply as he continues to tease the outside of my eager femininity. Licks and caresses assail tantalizing close to my sex, assaulting my senses with the threat of delightful invasion. I squirm towards him, greedy for more of his touches, more of him.

“Please, Xandor,” I beg, flushed and consumed by my wanton lust. His golden eyes peer up at me, mirroring the same lust that I feel. Then my tormentor gives me what I crave, as his moist tongue plunges into my eager wetness, parting my folds with savage effortlessness. My grip tightens around the sparse braids in his hair, so overcome with carnality.

Moans and panting breaths drive Xandor onward, as he lashes my pussy with ever-increasing ferocious focus. A flurry of kissing, licks and touches swirls together, creating a whirlwind of intense joy that has my muscles coiling with escalating tension.

The naughty slopping sounds of our intimate caresses mixed with Xandor’s own groans of desire spur me to new heights. My body tenses and tenses as I sit on the precipice of an eruption.

What the void is this feeling? I’ve never felt something this intense before. But my frantic, instinctive nature drives me forward.

Then an explosion of shuddering bliss reverberates through my entire body, shaking my limbs with intense cascading waves. I scream Xandor’s name, unraveling, awash in the pulsing, throbbing sensation that tingles over my nerves like the blinking stars in the cosmos.

A feeling of bliss and contentment floats within me as I recline onto the bench, savoring the aftereffects of my orgasm, the relief that Xandor and I are together at last. Xandor straightens, my wetness glistening off his fanged smile. He wipes his face with his palm before licking the rest from his hand. “I can taste your beautiful soul,” he declares.

I giggle between gulping breaths at his dramatic words, the euphoria of his skillful attention resonating within me. Xandor leans down, and I open my mouth, expecting our lips to meet, until he rubs his nose against mine. “That tickles,” I protest with a playful wrinkle of my face.

“That’s the Klendathian kiss,” Xandor explains, tapping the side of his nose. “You’re the only female I’ve kissed that way.”

I bet he says that to all the females he’s mated.

Xandor frowns. “You doubt me, but I swear it on my ancestors,” he insists. I study his solemn face, astonished that he seems able to read my thoughts. I can never hide from him—not when I hid on the ship, not on Tier Three. Even my thoughts are laid bare. Yet I only smile, glad that he sees me for who I am, drawing the real me out.

“I’m happy,” I beam at him, elated that he gave me something special to him, hoping he’s with me for more than just lust. “That you’re my first everything,” I mutter.

My words ignite something within Xandor as his eyes flash a rich gold hue. “Not everything, not yet,” he declares, sending my heart fluttering with excited anxiety. Knowing his intention even before he rips off his leather loincloth, releasing his massive cock that takes my breath away.

The long and thick red shaft throbs boldly covered in ridges and protrusions. My eyes travel the length with increasing apprehension, resting upon the brutal, glistening head, thicker than the rest, spotted at the edges with large pebbling.

Is this normal? How can I be with him when he’s so big?

I almost laugh remembering Hyanxa’s warning, but despite my initial hesitation, eager heat and longing pool within me. The thought of Xandor taking me, filling me, is so alluring I’m drawn towards his hulking, intimidating male-hood.

“Don’t be frightened,” Xandor reassures me as he leans down to kiss along my neck that I can’t resist leaning into. “It’ll be fun,” he promises, punctuating his words with a daring nibble on my lip. My breath quickens, electrified by his kisses and touches along my still tingling skin.

I moan under his attention, his hands drawing the sounds unbidden from my lips. It’s as if I’m under a beautiful assault of pleasure, unable to resist. My only response is gasps and groans as my feeble retort. Until I reach out a brave hand to stroke Xandor’s throbbing member. The soft skin atop the arcweave hardness is a delicious surprise.

He groans at my touch, beckoning me to do more. I grip harder and pull him with increasing force. It’s hard to concentrate on him when his own caresses arch my back and set my skin ablaze. Yet, like a battle of sexy endurance, I persist. “This is fun,” I agree with a husky laugh.

“The best is yet to come,” Xandor snarls, lifting me with no effort from the bench. I squeal in shock as his massive hands clutch my ass. The sense of our bodies pressed together, of his hot breath on my neck, fills me with urgent need. I wrap my legs around his waist, looking into his fuming golden eyes, full of wonder and lust.

We’re at the precipice.

Despite my inexperience, I’ve lost all my fear and apprehension. A tidal wave of desire and molten lust sweeps them aside. “Mate me, Xandor,” I demand, projecting all my longing into an intense stare.

My handsome Xandor gives me what I want, what I crave, without hesitation. The thick head of his cock presses against my eager, slick opening, causing me to gasp in shock as my inner walls strain, beckoning him inside. I throw my head into his broad chest, struggling for breath, feeling like I cannot take anymore.

Then, in merciful admission, my pussy accommodates the end of his throbbing member. Xandor growls in triumph as I gasp and moan, filled with the incredible sensation of his immense cock pulsing inside, stretching me to my limit. Yet I know it’s just the beginning. Wrapping my arms around Xandor’s shoulders, I lose myself in his presence, trusting his skill.

“My brave bonded female,” Xandor says in a hoarse whisper next to my ear. The haze of my intense pain and pleasure carries away his strange words. Unaware fingers dig deeper into Xandor’s shoulders as he inches his hips, little by little, demanding even more of me. I muffle grunts against his muscular torso, clinging on with desperate lip-biting delight.

A sharp stinging sensation pierces through me, forcing a squeal from my lips, and deep inside my femininity, I feel something give way. Once again, I wonder if these feelings are normal, if I’m normal. But I can’t stop, driven by a frantic need for Xandor to fill me, wanting more and more of him—even if it hurts.

I’m thankful when the stinging pain subsides as quick as it came, replaced by a growing pleasure as my inner walls surrender to Xandor’s monstrous, swollen member. Yet he’s merciless in his demands from me. With each inch I become accustomed to, he adds another and another in an unending charge to my core, to my soul.

I’m glad, wanting every inch of him, yearning for him to touch me deep inside, bringing us closer than any other. I ache to fit him all within, to complete him, to make him happy as I am with him, so we’ll always be together. When my pussy becomes so stretched, I fear we’ll not be capable until his velvety soft balls smack against my outer lips, causing me to gasp in pleasurable surprise.

“Perfect,” Xandor grunts in elated joy, mirroring my own feelings. “You are my perfect female,” he declares, almost in relief as he kisses along my neck and face. Flushed excitement heats my entire body, so overcome with happiness at his words, wanting nothing more than to be his female. Yet I still tremble against his powerful frame, dizzy under the barrage of his demanding cock and weighty words.

I lament the loss of his throbbing hot girth as he retracts it, only to stroke it back inside me. Xandor’s actions force shuddering groans from my lips as he fills me with increasing bliss. He sets a slow pace, with each motion building a beautiful tension that has me clutching him with ever-increasing tightness. The contrast to my eager wetness that’s opening with ever more greedy lust, swallowing his cock in my molten desire.

Xandor’s pace increases further, prompting me to bite my lip as his hot length and girth pull unknown words and sounds from my mouth. I must sound half mad, but I don’t care. I only exist in this moment for my male to use me for his pleasure, and he for mine. Tension builds in my core as the delight and warmth leak out of me from every direction. Xandor’s grunts and hot breath along my back and neck spur me on as I kiss along his huge, powerful chest.

We dance together, fused in our lust as the universe fades away. At this moment, we exist only for one another. My body becomes so taut I fear I might explode. As Xandor sets a punishing rhythm, a hyperdrive might envy. The tension within me coils to a fever pitch and my eyes snap to Xandor, laden with heady desire and hazy clarity. I want him to see me, to see my soul and what he’s about to do to me.

I cry in bliss as spasming waves of ecstasy rock my mind and my body. My whole frame shakes and trembles with the shuddering pleasure that pulsates from my femininity and resonates throughout my entire being. Xandor grunts witnessing me, his eyes full of eager lust and wanton abandon. My pussy convulses, squeezing around Xandor’s thick shaft, drawing him onward to his gorgeous conclusion.

Yet even though my skin tingles and bliss echoes within, Xandor still thunders into my inner walls, with demanding, frantic thrusts. He grunts and snarls with increasing frequency as I stroke his shoulders and kiss his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples, hoping for him to fill me, desperate for his seed.

My male’s eyes leak more and more wisps of golden passion and I gasp, knowing he’s near. “Please, Xandor, give me every part of you,” I plead, lost in my craving for him to release himself. Then, in a flurry, his hands dig deeper into my ass as he erupts into a hysterical, merciless hammering rhythm. My body tenses in a sudden instant, surprising me.

I scream as another shocking orgasm tears through my body, and Xandor roars like the fiercest beast, drowning out all other sounds. His cock pumps warm jets of seed deep inside as I tremble and tingle, savoring the ecstasy, savoring Xandor making me his female. He twitches and bucks with his final grunting movements. Then, in an instant, the carnal chaos dissipates, leaving behind only our heaving breaths and steaming bodies.

“You are a gift from the Gods,” Xandor says with a laugh after a long stretch of blissful silence.

I’m just me.

THE END