Swept Off Her Feet (22 page)

Helpless before his stormy assault, she grasped the metallic bar that served as a headboard, trying to anchor herself in this galaxy. Joyfully surrendering herself to the conquering thrusts of her mate, she realized that she and Dev—connected mouth-to-mouth, breast-to-chest, and pussy-to-cock—were two souls joined. Forever bonded, their union forged in the fiery heat of their passionate love.

As her body and mind spun away into dazzling star-shine, the knowledge that she would never be lonely again washed over her, completing her ecstasy. Her nipples convulsed, giving up their nectar as streams of glory flowed over her, flinging her to the far side of the universe. Radiant ribbons of unfurling splendor spilled through her as she convulsed under her bond-mate’s pistoning body.

“Yessss!” She chanted, her voice breaking hoarsely on the age-old cry, “Fuck me hard, Dev. Come in me…flood me with your cum…fill my belly with your love. Give me your child…”

Warm liquid splashed onto her face, startling her. She opened her eyes to see Dev’s face above hers, his eyes flooded with tears. Moved beyond words, she opened her mouth, welcoming him as he swooped down, delved into her mouth. They shared a series of tongue-deep kisses, each wordlessly reassuring the other that they were loved.

Withdrawing until only the head of his
cherzda
rested within her drenched cunt, he gathered himself for one final climactic thrust. His muscles tensed in preparation. Holding her gaze, he slammed back into her. He pierced her welcoming cleft with a power that left her moaning and bucking under him.

Penetrated to the depths of her womb, she felt Dev’s embedded
cherzda
swell to immense proportions, remolding itself to the contours of her
pava
channel until every creaming crevice, cranny and fissure was filled with his pulsating sex. His cock-plug formed, Dev held high in her cunt as his
cherzda
pulsed, swelling and contracting as the apertures all along the head of his penis oozed the thick, viscous fluid called
zhi
.

The liquid sparkled inside her, lighting every dark crevice with life, with sizzling brightness. A fireball ignited in her belly and roared outward, sparks catching in the tinder of her flesh until the surface of her skin joined the nova of her body. Arms falling limp at her side, she flung back her head and gave herself up to the starlight streaming through her.

Time dissolved and ran down in shimmering strings of light as Dev’s primal roar rang out. His fingers sank deep into the plump hills of her ass when he lifted her hips in his hands, bringing her flush against him. Her cunt clamped down on his cock, gripping and holding his straining flesh.

Letting out a guttural cry, he pumped furiously between her widespread thighs. His seed shot from him in hot, spuming jets. Her husband came hard and deep inside her, filling her with his foaming ejaculate, returning her ‘gift’ in the form of his living sperm.

Endlessly.

Timelessly.

* * * * *

Sometime during that long night of repeated loving, he gave her his baby, fulfilling the hope of his people and beginning the slow rebirth of his race.

He prayed for a girl.

Chapter Eighteen

On Rb’qarm, Thirteen Fael Later (Earth equivalent: 16 Months)

The Welcoming Ceremony of Crown Princess Glenvdevtoria ‘abret Glendevtorvas took place on the second
Fael
anniversary of her birth. Hundreds of Royal Heads of State traveled from their home worlds. Over a thousand Ambassadors, dignitaries representing the fifty Allied Worlds and the Four Hundred Kingdoms—each with their aides and attachés accompanied by their
requisite support staffs—also attended.

Both royal grandfathers had joined in a rare show of mutual support for this auspicious occasion. The two former kings had much in common—mainly their predilection for arguing with their children—but they knew how to present a united front when policy dictated. Both agreed the Welcoming of their first grandchild warranted a state of truce.

Nnora’s father and his band of exiles had come suing for repatriation and reintegration into their home planet society six months ago. He claimed his decision had to do with the Humans launching a program of aggressive solar system exploration. His mate claimed he missed both his daughters.

Acting upon his mate’s wise suggestion, Dev had bestowed a high
Rb’nTraqshi
title upon the former
Chyya
, along with enough land to make his bond-father marginally happy. It also located the former king on another planet…far enough away to maintain peaceful relations between the father and daughter.

Dev’s father had fared no better than Nnora’s father.

Now that Dev’s bonding with Nnora had accorded him adulthood status, he had sternly demanded his father’s abdication as had been agreed upon in the nuptial contracts.

Like Glenbrevchanka,
Chyya
Quasharel found himself given a lesser title and “put out to graze”—his favorite term adopted from the Earth colonists.

* * * * *

Chyya
Glendevtorvas surveyed the banquet hall. A wave of ribald hilarity caught his attention. Of course, his nemesis stood in the center of the commotion.

Dohsan and her younger brothers were under foot, as usual, getting into, or being the cause of trouble. No one paid much attention to the trio of siblings anymore, having gotten used to the constant upheaval that followed the fiery princess and her brothers.

Dev grimaced. He took a fortifying gulp of his drink. Thank
Deth
, the dour presence of GanR’dari, the Commander of the
Chyya’va’s
personal bodyguards, kept anyone from lodging more than verbal complaints. He’d heard the high society
fem
matrons awaited Dohsan’s flowering with bated breath, praying his friend would claim her for his mate, as none of them wanted her in
their
family…royal princess or not. He felt sorry for ‘Dari if the wind blew that way. He wouldn’t wish that hellion on friend or foe.

He scanned the hall, restless until his eye fell on the stately figure of his mate and co-ruler. A heady mix of love, lust and pride filled his heart, constricted his breathing and heated his loins as he watched Nnora’s easy interactions with the assembled dignitaries and visiting royalty. None of their guests carried themselves with a more dignified mien than she, though many of their guests and subjects towered over her.

He smiled, gaze glued to his wife as she tossed back her head, her light, infectious laughter spilling out of her beautiful mouth. Her joy was evident in her twinkling eyes, the iridescent orange swirling in excitement, and Dev compared this lively, queenly
fem
to the diffident, nervous mate that had first ascended the throne beside him.

She’d grown in maturity and assurance over the last sixteen
Fael
, taking up her duties and accepting her responsibilities with the same fervor she seemed to bring to every aspect of her life. His balls tightened as he recalled how eagerly she had taken to being
seated
and then well-fucked, aggressively demanding his attentions at times. He loved that she didn’t wait on him to initiate their lovemaking all the time, but took an active part in their intimate relationship. He had never felt more appreciated, more loved.

By
Deth’s
ballocks, I am a lucky bastard
! Dev grinned, thinking of some of the ploys his
fem
had used to drag him away from his sometimes-dry duty, tempting and teasing him until his control shredded and he pounded into her tight, wet pussy, driven to claim and master her again and again.

A greeting from the king of Polramis brought his wandering attention back to the present. He muttered some inane return to his powerful ally, ignoring the laughing taunt that, being in thrall to his very luscious bride, he obviously no longer ruled the two worlds of
Rb’qarm
and
Rb’nTraq
.

“So speaks the man who gave away a kingdom to gain his own bride,” Dev teased in return, slapping his friend on the back. “See how I ignore your loutish behavior? I recall mouthing much the same sentiments at the recent welcoming ceremony for your new son.”

“So you did, Dev. And glad, I am that you now find yourself in the same circumstances. Better luck has no man.” The Polramisian king lifted his full glass in honor of his friend’s mate. “She is lovely beyond compare…as long as you do not compare her to my own queen!”

Dev laughed, letting his gaze linger on his wife, his lips widening in a quick smile when she caught his eye and winked, reminding him of their rendezvous planned for later that evening.

“I forgive you for saying such, since I know Loreena would kill you should word of your praises for another come to her ear.”

King Talvin threw back his head and laughed. “Your mind is not on our usual exchange of insults if that is the best you can come up with. Go. Mingle and spread yourself around. You have a few hours more before you can honorably sneak away to fuck your queen.”

Dev’s sharp bark of laughter caused him to inhale his drink up his windpipe. His friend roared with merriment at his dilemma. Waving away a hovering servitor, Talvin pounded on his host’s back, eyes and teeth gleaming as he administered the crude treatment. “
Hel
and
Deth
, Devtorvas, how could you think I would miss that torrid shared glance? It almost burned me to cinders. You truly have a bad case of
pava
fever.”

“Call it what you will, Talvin.” Dev gratefully tossed off the remainder of his drink and sat it down with a solid thunk. “I only know I would far rather be in my queen’s arms than performing a political dance with these power-mad representatives and their entourages.”

“I commiserate with you, Dev. However, you will need their support if your two worlds are to be admitted as an equal participant in our trade consortium.”

“You are correct, as usual, my friend.” Dev sighed, resigned to the performance of some of his own diplomatic maneuverings. He would not wait a moment past the appointed time to snatch his
fem
away. He clapped his friend on the back. “I’d better get back to my royal pandering. Stay beyond the Welcoming. I’d like to talk more with you.”

Talvin smiled. “I will, unless circumstances dictate otherwise.”

Devtorvas worked the crowd, mingling amongst the different factions with outward good will and inward impatience. He always knew the location of his
Chyya’va
. Conscious of his mate circulating at the far end of the hall, surrounded by dames and warriors, young
fem
and scholars, politicians and kings, he took pride in her popularity.

His queen seemed to draw all the strata of society into her orbit by her calm, friendly manner. She ignored no one, didn’t care about the social status of the person seeking audience. Devtorvas knew Nnora loved her new subjects, as he knew his people returned the love of their new
Chyya’va
.

Tonight marked the third and last day of the welcoming party, which looked to continue unabated far into the night. The lively entertainment and lavish food riveted the attention of the guests, so that few noticed when the
Chyya
gave the
Chyya’va
a high sign and both quietly slipped away.

Hand-in-hand, they escaped the noisy crowd of revelers, intent on taking advantage of their freedom.

As they exited the ballroom, Dev noticed Lori Brewster hugging the far wall. “We need to do something about your sister,
Nippa
. She is still not happy here.”

Nnora’s hand tightened in his grip, signaling her tension. “I know. I plan to talk with her tomorrow. Much as I dislike the thought, we may have to send her home to Earth. I just don’t believe that is the answer. I don’t feel returning Lori to Earth would be in her best interests.”

He drew his love closer to his side. “We will help her all we can. For now, don’t worry over it. This night is ours. We will deal with Lori and all our other problems on the glowrise.”

“Our other problems? What has Dohsan done now?”

He threw back his head and laughed. “I shudder to think!”

Still chuckling, he drew her down the garden path to their private section of the palace.

They stopped off at their daughter’s nursery, the Queen insisting on her nightly visit. The room echoed with the sound of the departing battalion of royal nurses who had early on learned to vacate the room whenever the royal parents visited. Dev stood by as Nnora leaned over her little princess, glad to see their babe soundly sleeping. Not even for his daughter would he give up this hard-won time with his consort.

“Look at our little slob!” Dev teased. “That’s a thousand-credit
sirrilian
sheet she’s drooling on.”

The child lay on her stomach, bottom in the air, small fist stuffed in her mouth. Nnora leaned over, brushing a feather-light kiss on her downy cheek. “
Sirrilian
sheets can bear up under a lot more than baby spit, Dev. Don’t act like they came out of your Reconstruction Budget. This set is a gift from the Regent of Barodan, so our daughter may drool to her heart’s content,” she huffed in hushed tones.

Dev smothered a laugh, hustling his wife out of the nursery and into their royal suite. A quick backward glance saw the nanny horde resuming their positions, descending upon the sleeping princess in full force. “I refuse to argue with you. I have something much more important planned for us.”

“Oh, yeah?” She looped her arm about his neck, smiling up at him as he backed her into their private quarters. “What did you have in mind, mister?”

“This!” Supporting her knees with one strong forearm, he swept his startled mate up and hurried across the room, plopping her down on their wide bed. His heavy body came down hard on top of hers, crushing her into the mattress, one impatient thigh wedging between her legs.

Nnora laughed up at him, her eyes alight with love. “You certainly seem to like this position. We end up in it so often.”

“I believe I once told you I intended to be inside you at every opportunity, every minute I could steal away from the grueling job of ruling two planets.”

“And you are a
Rb’qarmshi
of your word,” Nnora crooned, shifting under him, canting her hips up at him and rubbing her mound against the growing bulge of his arousal.

He lowered his mouth, engaging her in a series of wet, deep tongue-entangling kisses while he removed both their ceremonial trappings with a considerable lack of adroitness that revealed the intensity of his need. He stroked his naked chest against her full, luscious breasts, sighing in relief as he felt her nipples poking into his chest. “I need you inside my
terat
,
Nippa
. I need to be inside you…
now
.”

“I need that, too,” Nnora panted, helping Dev remove her torn top. She inserted her breasts into his dilated
terat
, one nipple at a time. Reaching between them, she took hold of his
cherzda
and squeezed, causing his cock to spurt out in another inch of growth.

Growling in need, he covered her hand with his broader one. Together, they aimed his jutting cock at the mouth of her pussy. He inserted a finger to test her readiness. Her cunt dripped with her fragrant juices, ready for fucking.

He entered her on a smooth, gliding slide, sinking the outthrust length of his
cherzda
into her welcoming heat. Inch by slow, thick inch, his blunt tip forged past her tight entrance, pressing apart her slick pink lips.

He shuddered as he halted halfway in, refusing to seat himself to the hilt. The bulbous head of his staff throbbed, wedged tightly in her narrow pussy. The heat and pressure against the head of his cock and along the shaft was tremendous. The molten glove of her cunt gripped his swollen sex deliciously.

He wanted to thrust hard and fast into her until his sensitive head thudded against the mouth of her womb. Instead, unwilling to risk hurting her, he contented himself with miniscule movements. He fucked into her with little bumps and grinds that had him shaking, his buttocks tightening. Yet he resisted the growing urge to rut mindlessly, mindful of his mate’s delicate build.

Beneath him, Nnora let out a husky groan, a pleasure sound he recognized as signaling the beginning of an orgasm. He ran a hand down her torso, latching onto her little warrior. Dampening his finger in her essence, he circled the puffy clit round and round until it swelled and firmed, poking through the soaked lips of her pussy.

He pushed his cock another inch into her steamy depths and she came apart in his arms. Her pleasure sounds increased, and he drank them in, his muscles tightening, nerves jumping, balls rising in response. He surged in deeper, pulled back only to return, sliding smoothly through her slick depths until he butted against her womb.

Stretched out beneath him, his long thick cock rested in her, finally seated to the hilt, she didn’t want Dev’s caution and care. She wanted him driving into her cunt, reaming her pussy with the strong, deep strokes she needed to attain the world-shaking orgasms she could feel building within her quivering flesh.