Rebellion (A Titan Romance Book 1) (10 page)

She said, “I can’t believe I’ve only known you for four days. But we’re in this together now.”

“You know what, Akyra?” he replied. “I think we’ve been in this together longer than either one of us could possibly know.”

“You think?”

Raemus paused. “Glory to The Almighty.”

“Glory to The Almighty.” Akyra kissed him again, softly this time, letting it hang..

Then, in their last private minute, as the last vestige of post-battle euphoria evaporated, Akyra cried—silently and only for a minute—the first time she cried in someone’s presence since she was a young girl, so long ago.

Sadly, Raemus finally said, “I need to go see about Nix’s body.”

But I’ll always be here for you, Akyra. I promise.

Both of them knew at that moment that they’d consummate their love very soon.

Two days later, they had their chance.

A
kyra and Raemus
weren’t two ordinary people, neither for a human nor a Titan. And once it was plain to everyone that they were on course to their first sexual engagement, the excitable, generous people of the next small town took it upon themselves, according to Minoran tradition, to arrange everything.

Raemus had reminded Akyra what he’d said about privacy on this planet, and she agreed to go along. She had no qualms about public displays of affection, even if making love publicly
was
a first for them both.

It was a ceremony rooted in ancient church traditions and even its more ancient pagan roots, and its public nature was easily embraced by the devout, such as Akyra and Raemus and all the “warriors on pilgrimage” from Zebra. In fact, the more a couple was respected, the more people would come to sing, pray, and witness the first occasion they consummated their love. It was called Shu’ri.

Akyra felt like nothing she’d felt before. Just five years ago, she’d graduated the Academy with the highest ranking, stood before thousands as she was singled out for her achievements during lavish ceremonies. During her short career, she already earned the Security Operations Division’s highest medals for valor, self-sacrifice, and displaying the highest degree of service to The Church in her role as a commander. She’d earned the chance to publicly kiss the cheeks of some of the most powerful church architects across the galaxy.

But today, she submitted to a ceremony unlike anything she’d ever participated in.

One this day, she was submitting to Raemus in the ancient Shu’ri. And he was submitting to her.
It’s going to be a lot more than a kiss on the cheek, that’s for sure.

Akyra’s entire team was positioned along the end of a warm, crystal clear man-made pool, some standing, some kneeling as a sign of their own devotion. All of them were present to support their commander, wearing simple dresses offered by the local practitioners. Only Jexica and Alexio were absent from the ceremony—as they provided overwatch from the rooftops, flirting with each other through their sniper scopes four hundred meters apart.

Across the blue water stood the majority of Thunder Company, those that could fit into the ceremony hall, and like their female counterparts, they wore simple borrowed trousers, their muscled chests bared to the ceremony that their own deeply respected leader was about to partake in.

Akyra herself stood ankle deep in the pool’s shallow edge, covered by a richly embroidered kaftan that surely represented a fortune to the locals, facing the tremendously built captain of the Titans, himself robed at the other end of the pool, motionless but for the heavy breaths of expectation.

She saw him staring at her body, now mostly exposed to the crowd of witnesses, and she made no secret that she was staring at his.

What they did was illegal. Everyone there knew it, especially the two lovers. Church architects mandated, “No Titan may have sexual intercourse with a purebred human woman.”

But this ceremony, once reserved for the highest officials a thousand years ago, harkened to an ancient, mysterious time, when the earliest church rituals were assimilated into the pagan cultures of distant human colonies, such as when monarchs and potentates of newly claimed star systems brazenly consummated themselves in vast, extravagant public displays of politically motivated lusts.

So many centuries later, purified by poverty and time, the act of Shu’ri was reclaimed by lower classes all over the galaxy, a lovely honor for those respected enough to experience it.

For Raemus and Akyra—and everyone else there that day—this liturgy of love and pleasure brought them face to face with the earliest, nearly-forgotten church, the purity they prayed for, absolving them of fear and sin.

As long as one doesn’t mind extreme public displays of affection, of course
, Akyra thought.

And Akyra, caught up in the beauty of the setting and the kindness of the people, lost any residual stage fright as she heard the joy in the voices around her.

Despite all the protocols and precedence of Shu’ri, despite the beautiful trills and melodious choruses sung not only by the local inhabitants of this region but also by her own dear Banshees, Akyra couldn’t shake the one most primal thought swimming around her entire body:
I can’t wait to feel this incredible Titan all over me!

A local girl, no more than sixteen, scampered to Akyra, splashing her own bare feet in the edges of the pool. She startled Akyra, but when the girl held up a necklace to Akyra’s face, the pendant catching the gold glimmers of sconce fires along the walls, Akyra smiled graciously, lowering her head. The girl placed it around her neck before being shuttled quickly out of the room where no children were allowed. The gesture was obviously not planned, catching everyone a little off guard, but when Akyra looked down to examine the crudely stamped pendant, she smiled broadly and held it up, turning for all to see. It was Sol’s Hand, the most ancient of symbols, an open hand with the image of humanity’s first sun—long deserted—nested in the palm.

The chanting continued to build momentum as Akyra and Raemus were finally signaled to move toward each other. When they dropped their richly embroidered kaftans, they were left with nothing else on, naked for all see.

The immediate exposure to everyone’s eyes caused Akyra to suck in a deep breath, but she quickly moved past the feeling, focusing on the very naked Titan across the pool from her.

Akyra’s heart was about to beat through her chest when she saw Raemus' cock again, swollen with anticipation, but not yet rock hard, swinging mightily with his every movement.

Attendants lit more flares along the walls of the hall, while a musky, woody incense flooded the lover’s nostrils as they moved to the waist-deep water in the middle, only a meter apart from each other. His excited, completely dilated Titan pupils almost stopped her in her tracks, the glimmer of the surrounding flames reflecting immaculately off their deep, exotic blackness, proof he wasn’t entirely human—but also proof that he was feeling the wild intoxication of the ceremony just as she was.

Akyra grinned in nervous excitement, slightly moving her shoulders back and forth to the beat of the singing. “Hello, Captain Raemus.” Then quiet enough for only him to hear, she added with a smile, “I feel like I’ve taken Ghula.”

He looked like he was in heaven, no doubt about it. Akyra was thrilled to see just how much Raemus was enjoying the build up as much as she was, most obviously in those eyes.

“Your necklace… it’s beautiful.” He held out a hand. When she took it, he squeezed it gently, then pulled her to him.

The hall full of spectators made sounds of joy when they finally touched, their clapping hands, pointed skyward to the ancient solar system of Sol, increasing in volume out of sheer happiness for the couple.

Raemus kissed Akyra’s lips just as their bodies touched, his solid chest so sturdy against her. His thick, warm cock pressed against her stomach.

Their kiss lasted a long time, long enough for their fingers to dance around each other’s skin—tickling his chest, around his shoulders, the sides of her breasts, her neck.

She reached down with one hand and gently wrapped her fingers around his growing cock, instantly falling madly in love with how dense and heavy it was, stroking it carefully, slowly, until it was completely hard and her fingers could no longer wrap around it.

They continued kissing softly, even as their breath quickened, even as his light fingers ran all over her body, down her back, across her round bottom, up and down her strong thighs.

Akyra felt so exhilarated by his touch, his delicate attention to her, that she nearly forgot the hundred or so people in the hall with them, watching their every kiss. The again, the insane urge was so intense that she almost knelt down on her knees in front of Raemus to feel that gorgeous swollen cock in her mouth, to suck softly on its huge head, if only for a moment—but the clapping brought her back to reality. Smiling even as their lips opened and closed, she promised herself the ecstasy of going down on him another time.

Raemus took her hand and led her to one of the many stone formations that rose from the water. He chose one that would suit their difference in height.

As they kissed again, Raemus began working his hands under her ass, pulling her upwards, shifting his hands lower and lower until he was effortlessly holding her up off the bottom of the pool, pressing her against the smooth, warm, wet stone.

Akyra wrapped her legs around him. Which was the kicker. Because that movement brought his fat, hard cock up against her pussy, positively melting with expectation. She moaned out loud, sinking her teeth into the enormous muscle atop his shoulders, rocking her hips into him, sliding her pussy up and down the most tender part of his shaft.

Akyra was almost completely out of the water when the huge head of Raemus' cock began pushing inside her. She was absolutely aching inside, and no matter how big he was, she needed his cock to go deep and make that ache go away.

One of his hands slid into her hair as the weight of her body pressed down on his cock, gradually pushing it further and further into her. She threw her arm over his head, holding on for life, her deep groan of pleasure filling the entire hall, a triumph of pleasure rising over all the other sounds and music.

Because the pleasure was overwhelming.

By the time Raemus was thrusting in her—as deep as his long shaft would go without hurting—she was already on the verge of climaxing for everyone to see.

Raemus was strong and confident, holding her up gently in every way, delivering a deep stroking inside her pussy. He couldn’t stop kissing her lips, her neck, even the top of her head as she once slipped down too far. There was no mistaking that he was head over heels in love with Akyra, and she seized onto that fact just as her body began to go rigid with the orgasm swelling within.

When she bit into his shoulder again as she came, squeezing her eyes shut, the echo of her cry bouncing around everyone within the hall, Raemus also started the loud, aggressive grunts of a man officially about to claim his woman.

Pounding harder and harder into her, jolting her hips with every grinding thrust, even as she sucked air and her body shook with the tail end of her orgasm, Raemus squeezed her—hard enough to take the rest of her breath away—and Akyra knew that warm, gorgeous gush of cum deep inside her body was filling her, filling her in a way she’d been craving since she first kissed him.

They stayed that way for several minutes, their bodies shivering with delicious spasms against each other. When the time seemed right, Raemus lowered her to her feet.

When they finally separated, Rayeley and Akino offered fresh robes.

They stared at each other from across the pool, knowing they couldn’t sleep in the same bed. But they were fine with what needed to be. This ceremony was nothing like they’d imagined. It was perfect.

Akyra unconsciously rubbed the birth control implant, barely noticeable under the tissue of her left shoulder, and for a brief moment, a familiar wave of sadness passed over her that she didn’t have the heart to explore. Before the feelings moved into her conscious thoughts, her hand moved from her shoulder to the pendant on her chest. She rubbed it with thumb and finger—and knew she would never take it off.

The locals politely began to dissipate and move toward the hallways, polite eyes now averted as the ceremony was over.

Occasionally, however, one of the women would sneak a glance to Akyra, then to Raemus, the words “prophecy” and “Glory to The Almighty” rising above the shuffle of sandals upon the sandy stone floor.