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One
Meg Casey was running along the shoulder of Sackett Road
near where she lived in her modest ranch style home between two hay fields with
a woodlot out back. Running was her favorite way to unwind from her hectic job
as a nurse practitioner at the local Family Health Clinic. It was exactly a
mile from her house to the crossing of Pine Road with only one other house on
that stretch of road. She ran the same route about three times a week on the
evenings she got off work early. The exercise was good for her and the
endorphins gave her a natural uplift.
She alternated between jogging at a leisurely pace with wind
sprints, her long blond ponytail bobbing up and down as she ran. She was fairly
tall at 5’8” with long, shapely legs, wider at the hips than she would like
with a rounded and toned butt. Her C cup breasts were stabilized by snug sports
bra to keep them from bouncing too much as she ran. Her stark blue eyes were
protected from the bright evening sun by UV blocking sunglasses.
She was almost to Pine Road when an ordinary SUV slowed and
stopped beside her. The man inside
looked older, partially bald, and basically harmless, so she stopped.
“Can you tell me which way to the main highway? I have gotten myself turned around and this
GPS is no help.” He said.
“Keep going in this direction. It’s about a mile down this road,” she said
and pointed. When she looked back at
him, he was pointing a small device that looked like a car remote at her and
pressed the button. Meg jerked as though she’d been struck and crumpled to the
ground. The man jumped out and opened
the back door of his vehicle, picked Meg up from the side of the road, and
tossed her in the back seat as though she weighed no more than a small
child. He slammed the door, jumped back
into the driver’s seat and sped away.
That was the last thing she remembered until she woke up
lying on a cot hanging from a wall in a nondescript white room with four other
women lying on cots like hers wearing only her bra and panties. There was a fresh tattoo on the inside of her
wrist that sort of looked like Cuneiform which she had only seen in pictures
back in school.
In the center of the room was a pedestal table with benches
on each side, all anchored to the floor. There was a small bathroom with a
shower and sink that opened off the corner of the room with what looked like a
sliding door on the fourth wall opposite the wall with the bathroom opening.
The sliding door Meg assumed was the exit was closed with no apparent way to open
it.
“Does anyone know where we are?” Meg asked the other women
in general.
” We’ve been kidnapped by alien slavers,” said the woman
with dark, short hair in the bunk like hers on the other wall.
Meg laughed out loud.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“I wish I was,” the other woman said. “There are about a
dozen of us that I know of. I’ve been
aboard for about a week. They picked me
up when I was walking my dog before work.
I woke up as they were shuttling a few of us up to their mother ship.”
“You’re serious,” Meg gasped.
“I wish I wasn’t,” she sighed. “They are taking us to some
planet for a slave auction. All the women I’ve seen are young and fairly
attractive. I heard we will probably be sold as pleasure companions.”
“You mean sex slaves.” Meg shuddered.
“Yeah.” The other woman sounded as hopeless as Meg felt.
Even if they were on Earth, escaping human traffickers would
be no small feat, but escaping them in space was nearly impossible. If they
would get out of this cell and find the shuttle that brought them here, she
doubted any of them could fly it or would know where to go if they could. They
couldn’t even hope for rescue. No one who would miss them would have a clue
where to find them.
“How did you find out their intentions?” Meg asked.
“The one that comes with the droid cart that brings us food
told us. He said they have been taking
humans from earth for many years because it’s very profitable.”
“I’m sure it is,” Meg said. “I’m Meg Casey, what’s your
name?”
“Kayla Elliott. Above
you is Jane Edwards, and Liz Carson is above me,” said Kayla. “From what I’ve
seen, there’s no way out of this before we land---and even then.”
Meg was about to ask what the aliens were like when the door
across the room slid open with a soft whoosh.
An automated cart rolled in followed by a hairless bipedal alien with
purple wrinkled skin that sort of reminded her of a cartoon character. He was tall and slender with a humanoid face
that had large dark round eyes, a flat nose with two nostrils and a wide mouth
with thin lips.
Meg rolled out of the bunk and strode across the room toward
the alien. “Who are you people and what
right do you have to steal us from our homes? We are human beings not cattle.”
She shouted at him forgetting she was barefoot wearing only her underwear.
“Because we can,” the alien answered in fluent English. “We
are Tenzari. We take what we can. Once
we take you from Earth, you belong to us. Your world is not in the Alliance of
Planets. They have no recourse.”
“That is unacceptable!” Meg took another step forward and
the alien raised a wand and pointed it in her direction.
“Step back or feel the pain stick,” he warned.
Meg saw that another alien had stopped in the open
doorway. She backed away toward her
bunk. This was not the time to make a move.
She had no fighting skills. Dodging blows from combative patients in her early
nursing career didn’t count. She backed away and sat on her bunk while the
alien placed food trays on the table, one for each of them. She didn’t move
toward the table until he left.
“Now do you believe me?” Kayla murmured.
“Either, we are on an alien space craft, we’re trapped in a
movie set,” Meg quipped. “But they have
weapons and we don’t. Is the food fit to
eat?”
“So far, it has been. It’s Earth food. I guess they want to keep us healthy.” Jane
said. “I’m hungry, let’s eat.” She jumped down from the upper bunk and padded
over also in bare feet.
There were four identical frozen dinners, packaged fruit
cups and hot drinks that smelled like tea. Meg ate with the others. It was not
the greatest, but it had been a day since she’d eaten. The simple food was at
least filling.
“Come on, Liz, you need to eat,” coaxed Kayla.
“I’m not hungry,” she sniffed, weeping softly. “If I can’t
go home, I would rather be dead. I want Paul and our baby. I love them so much. I don’t want to live the rest of my life
without them. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone?”
“None of this is right or fair,” said Jane. “Slavery is just
obscene.”
While eating, Meg tried not to think about what her life
would be if she were actually sold into slavery to be some alien’s whore, or
would she be relegated to a brothel and forced to screw any being that would
pay. She shuddered as she wondered if the Tenzari might decide to sample the
merchandise. That just creeped her out.
What bothered her more than her own possible fate was that
her family and friends wouldn’t know what happened to her. They would think she had been murdered and
dumped somewhere. Her ex-husband wouldn’t care. He’d already found someone else
before their split... the bastard. But her patients would be left high and dry.
Everything she had worked for would be gone---she would be gone.
“I can’t believe that slavery can be legal in a civilization
with this level of technology,” said Meg.
“It probably isn’t,” said Kayla. “He said Earth had no
recourse because they are not part of the Alliance. These aliens are probably not either.”
“Yes, it sounded like they think they will get away with it
because if Earth can’t complain to whatever Alliance might stop them,” Meg
added. “It doesn’t sound very hopeful for us to get out of this.”
“I know. It’s not
like we can call 911,” Jane said.
“Whatever or whoever this Alliance is, we have no way to contact them to
see if they would even help us.”
So, we’re basically screwed. Meg thought. She fell silent and concentrated on eating.
“I wish they’d at least left me my cell phone. Even if I couldn’t call anyone it had games
and stuff and a few books to read,” said Jane.
“I didn’t have mine with me when the old guy snatched me
right off the road near my house.” Meg said.
“I wonder what they did with my $200 running shoes.”
Kayla laughed, “It’s not like you will be needing them. There’s nowhere to run on this ship---not
like was can escape and run away in space.”
“Even if we can escape from them
wherever they’re taking us, how could we get back to Earth?” Jane added.
Screwed.
Between meals and sleeping, the days seemed endless. There
was little to do in the small cell but talk or exercise in place. They didn’t
even have a deck of cards between them. Liz cried a lot about the husband and
four-month old baby boy left behind. She
missed her baby and her husband. She just wanted to go home. To make matters
worse, she was still lactating from breast feeding and her breasts hurt and
leaked. She spent a lot of time in the bathroom expressing the excess milk and
crying more.
It was hard for the other women to be encouraging to her
because their situation looked so hopeless. But Meg kept telling herself that somehow,
she was going to get out of this. Maybe she couldn’t escape from the ship but
if she watched and waited an opportunity would arise.
Two
Captain Dargan Marrek paced the bridge of the United
Alliance Interceptor, Raptor One. At
forty-one he was young to be an Alliance Enforcer frigate captain. Raptor
One was the largest of the Interceptor line with cabin space for a crew of
three hundred fifty, though they only carried a crew of three hundred ten. Marrek had worked his way up through the
ranks. He’d proved himself by his courage in battle and leadership abilities
worthy to command the first of the Raptor series.
His crew found him a fair and considerate leader who
occasionally would socialize with them to gain a better understanding of their
strengths and mindset. Marrek took pride
in knowing them all by name as well.
Captain Marrek paused from time to time to stare into the
forward scanner screen showing the trajectory of the Tenzari clipper they’d
been trailing for days. “How soon to intercept?” he demanded from his helmsman.
“About six hours, sir,” she responded. “We’ll catch them
well before they get to the Tenzari system.”
“Can you bump up our velocity so we can get there a little
faster? Tenzari is out of our jurisdiction.
We don’t want to start a war. We
just want to get those Earthers back. If
we get there soon enough we can at least shut down one slave ship.”
“I can probably shave off another hour without straining our
star drive,” she replied.
“Do it! We must show them severe consequences for abducting
people from Alliance sectors. If we take
enough of their ships, maybe they’ll decide it’s not worth the risk.” Marrek
said.
Momentarily, Commander Pannot Rareton strode on to the
bridge and came to a stop in front of Captain Merrick. “Reporting for duty, sir. You’re relieved,”
Rareton snapped his heels together and bowed his head briefly in salute.
“Thank you, Commander.
Com me when we are in range of the Tenzari clipper.
“Will do.”
Marrek gave him a brief nod and left the bridge heading
toward his quarters for a few hours’ sleep.
Marrek was Narovian, a member of a feline humanoid race that was once
preyed upon by Tenzari slavers before they became space faring. Hatred of slavers was part of the Narovian
culture. Stealing a person’s freedom was in the akin to murder in their eyes.
As slaves they no longer had any control over their own destiny. Many were ripped away from their families. It
was a cruel business.
Dargan Marrek looked much like Earth humans but with blue
hair and amber, cat like eyes he was a few inches over six feet with a powerful
brawny build. Though he was reluctant to
leave the bridge, he knew he needed a few hours of sleep so he would be rested
for the seizure and boarding of the Tenzari vessel. Not that he couldn’t trust
Rareton to handle it. Marrek just wanted
to be there for the culmination of the chase.
Captain Marrek didn't wait to be called to the bridge as Raptor One closed on the Tenzari
clipper. He had his computer wake him five hours later. He showered and dressed
and was on the bridge ten minutes later as they were making their final
approach on the clipper. Marrek stood at ease behind Rareton who was sitting in
the Captain's chair.
“Gunner, arm weapons,” Rareton Ordered in a calm voice.
“Target weapons and main star drive. Our priority is to rescue the abductees.
We don't want to blow them out of the sky.”
“Com, see if you can get me a face on that clipper.”
Minutes later, a grumpy looking Tenzari, in plain clothes
appeared on the forward com screen.
“This is Commander Rareton of the United Alliance of Planets
Interceptor Raptor One. Cut your engines and prepare for docking.”
Rareton demanded. “We have a search warrant.”
“Commander, they are powering up their star drive and arming
their weapons,” said the gunner.
“Target the star drive and weapons,” Rareton repeated. “Shut
'em down.”
Momentarily, the gunner fired lasers. It only took three
barrages to disable the clipper. Raptor
One was fast, but this clipper was modified with a more powerful star drive
than regular clippers. It could jump into FTL faster than the Raptor and they
might have lost them.
“Pilot, take us in and lock on for boarding.”
“Good job, Commander,” Marrek said. “I'm going in with the boarding party. “We're
filling the brig today.” He grinned.
All too familiar with the Tenzari slave ships, the pilot
easily found their main hatchway and clamped on the Raptor's docking tube. The raiding party waited in the docking tube
on the Raptor side, clad in body armor and armed with assault weapons, while
the demolitionist blew open the hatch.
There was a total of thirty Tenzari in the slaver crew. They surrendered
without a fight confronted by the armed Alliance Enforcers.
Tenzari were a cowardly bunch who preyed on weaker or unsuspecting
beings, taking them by surprise without a fight. Marrek almost wished they
would fight. He would have liked a reason to pound on them just because they
were slavers.
But he turned and walked away, heading down to the slave
cells. The captives would be scared
because they wouldn't know what was going on.
Marrek knew a couple Earther languages and could talk to them hopefully.
There were twenty-four captives in six cells, all women.
Marrek stopped at the first cell and one woman was lying motionless on the
floor. He crossed the room in two strides and squatted down beside her,
touching her throat to check for a pulse. As he touched
her, he felt a frisson of deja vu. Her pulse was strong and steady. The bump
and small cut on her forehead told him she'd probably been knocked out when
they had disabled the ship. He decided
to pick her up and take her to sick bay himself. She didn't seem heavy to him,
because his home planet Narova had higher gravity than Earth. One of his Lieutenants approached him.
“Captain, you don't have to carry her back to Raptor, we can take care of the
abductees.”
“Not this one,” Marrek told him. “She is meomee.”
“Understood, sir.”
Meg didn’t know how long she had been sleeping when she was
awakened after being thrown to the floor from her bunk. The landing hurt, but
she wasn’t seriously injured. Her mistake was trying to get up again. The room shuddered again and pitched her into
the bunk frame and knocked her out.
When Meg roused sometime later someone was carrying her. She felt his warmth against her cheek. His scent was masculine and alluring, but the
jostling made her head hurt and she lost consciousness again
The next time she awoke she was in what looked like a
treatment room with some kind of device attached to her forehead. An unfamiliar
woman was standing over her. At first, Meg thought she was human, then noticed
she had cat like eyes and slightly pointed ears. The woman smiled at her and spoke to her in a
language that might have been Russian or German.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” Meg said, shaking her head.
The woman touched the comlink in her ear and spoke in the
unfamiliar language. Then she patted Meg’s arm and removed the device from her
forehead. Momentarily, a tall handsome man with dark blue hair and amber
catlike eyes came into the room and stood by the treatment table. He was
wearing a snug fitting green uniform that accentuated his powerful, muscular
body. Even with his catlike eyes with
their pointed irises, he was incredibly attractive.
“I am Captain Dargan Marrek of the United Alliance of
Planets Law Enforcement,” he said in moderately accented English. He held out his hand and Meg took his then
jerked hers back at what felt like a static shock. Captain Marrek’s eyes
widened in amazement even though he was expecting it... He swallowed and took her hand again.
“That was… not unpleasant, I hope.”
Meg shrugged. “It was
just a static shock.”
The Captain was still holding her hand and closed his other
hand over it. “It was so much more than that… and I will explain in a
moment. We’ve been after these Tenzari
slavers for months. Slavery is illegal in all sectors of the Alliance,
especially from non-space faring worlds like Earth. Your world has been under
Alliance protection for about 400 years. We started tracking the Tenzari soon
as we got word they were kidnapping Earthers.” He said. “I’m sorry that you and
some of the others were injured when we disabled their ship. When they wouldn’t surrender, we fired on
them to disable their weapons and star drive.”
Meg watched his mouth moving and heard what he was saying,
but she found herself thinking about how it would feel to kiss him and feel his
arms wrapped around her. Her female parts were clamoring for his male parts to
join them.
“Wh-what will happen to us now?” Meg asked, trying to curb
her growing desire for this gorgeous man she just met.
“All of the abductees will be offered the choice of asylum
on Narova, or to be returned to Earth.” He said unevenly, trying to maintain
his train of thought. “But I hope you
will decide to stay. Can you tell me your name?”
“Meg Casey. You hope I will stay? You don't know even me,”
she frowned. “I’m a nurse practitioner
and I’m worried about Liz Carson. Those
bastards snatched her away from her husband and four-month old baby. She was
still breast feeding him. I’m worried she is suffering from postpartum
depression made worse by this whole ordeal. She needs medical attention and
possibility psychiatric attention. If none of those medics speak English, they might
not know what to do.”
Dargan sighed and said in his own language, “Computer com
Lenna.”
“Yes, Captain.” The medic who treated Meg answered. “Meomee is a medic on her world. The one called Liz Carson was a nursing
mother when she was taken and meomee
said she has become depressed. She wants to make sure she gets proper care.”
“Yes, Captain, I will see to it myself.”
“Thank you, Lenna, Captain out.” Dargan turned back to Meg.
“Lenna will see to it.”
“How long will it take you to get us back to Earth? That’s
what Liz really needs---to get back to her husband and baby.”
“About a two weeks Earth time…but I would really like you to
stay.”
“You said that before, but why? You don’t even know me?”
“But, I would like to.” Dargan raised her hand to his lips
and kissed the back of it, watching her eyes as he did.
Meg sucked in her breath as a frisson of desire shot
straight to her female center and she felt her nipples harden. “What's going on? What are you doing to me?” asked as another
wave of arousal caused her vaginal walls to clench. She pulled her hand from
his and sat up on the padded table and let her legs dangle over the side. She
was still dressed only in her bra and panties.
Dargan took her hand again. “We are meomee. We have connected on a biological level. You are my genetic complement. That static
shock as you called it was the sign that tells us we have found our biological
mate---meomee.”
He moved in closer and slid his arms around her, leaning in
close so his mouth was only inches from hers. “As we speak, my body is sending
out pheromones to arouse you so that you want to mate with me.”
And it’s working.
Meg sucked in her breath as his lips locked on to hers in a
gentle kiss. She ran her hands up the
taut muscles of his arms, and shoulders then to the back of his neck, leaned
in, and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. Her buttocks propped her
against the edge of the table, and he moved in so that his blatant erection
pressed deliciously against her crotch.
She moaned. Dargan's arms
tightened around her and he deepened the kiss, caressing her tongue and the
inside of her mouth with his. Meg pressed harder against his cock and it was
his turn go groan.
She reluctantly pulled her mouth from his and whispered, “Oh
yeah! It's working. I've never felt like this with a man before and certainly
not one I just met.”
“I felt it the moment I picked you up off the deck in your
cell. At first I thought I’d imagined it.”
“Let me get you a wrap and we can go to my cabin. It's much
more private.” He went to a vertical cupboard and took out a thin folded robe.
He held it opened and Meg stood, turning her back to him to slide her arms into
the sleeves. It reached below her knees and the front closed and held as one of
the two sides was pressed over the other.
Then he got out a soft pair of ballerina style slippers. He set them on
the treatment table and gripped her waist with his large hands, lifting her to
sit on the table so he could slip them on her feet. They seemed a little big
when he slipped them on, but they shrank to fit her feet snugly without
binding.
“Won't your crew think it odd for you to take me to your
cabin?” She arched a brow.
“No because I registered our recognition as meomee to the Chief Medical Officer. I'm
off duty for a few days for our bonding.” he explained. “Bonding is far too
distracting for me to perform my regular duties satisfactorily.”
“What if I don't want to be bonded to you?” she asserted
calmly, looking up into his unusual amber cat’s eyes.
“Come with me, we'll talk.” he took her hand and drew it
toward him, urging her to follow him. “I
promise I won't force you to do anything you don't want.” He didn’t want to
tell her yet that they no longer had a choice in the matter. It was biologically necessary for them to
mate sexually.
He paused holding her gaze steadily and she believed him.
With the blatant desire crashing through her body, she couldn't think of
anything but getting naked with him, despite what she said. She was sure he wasn’t telling her
everything. She allowed him to take her
hand and lead her out into the corridor to the lift tube that took them to a
lower level. His cabin was just a short
walk from the lift tube.
The door slid opened as Dargan thumbed the ID plate. Once
inside, he commanded the lights to low level.
His cabin was modest for a captain, she thought, but it looked
comfortable. The door opened into a
sitting area with a white round pedestal table anchored to the floor with a
padded bench surrounding three quarters leaving an opening to slide in. There
was a small sofa and two cushioned chairs perpendicular to the sofa, which
faced a large flat screen on the opposite wall.
To the left was an open doorway into the bedroom that was
dominated by a large oval bed with lush pillows and a silky lavender sheet on
the top. The door closed behind them when they walked inside. Dargan turned to her and framed her face in
his hands reverently and stared ardently into her blue eyes.
“Meg Casey, you are even more beautiful than I could have
wished for.” he said fervently. “This is not just a ploy just to have sex with
you. This reaction we are having to each other is how we find our true mates. Narovian feline humanoids
mate for life.”
“Are you telling me I don't have a choice?” she murmured
unevenly.
“We don't have a choice.
It's biological. Our bodies choose for us, but we will grow to love one
another through our mating.”
“But I had a life on my world---a home and a medical
practice.”
“Do you have a mate waiting for you?” he almost demanded.
“No. He found someone else and we divorced five years ago.”
“Then he wasn’t meomee---your
true mate.”
“Craig was a mistake.”
“Then why must you go back?”
“My parents and
siblings are there. If I don't go back,
they will think I am dead and will never know what happened to me,” she
protested even though her body still clamored for his to join hers. “They will
mourn for me.”
“Possibly you can visit them when return the others to
Earth. Then you can tell them whatever you need to so they won’t worry.” He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs then
lowered his mouth to hers and enfolded her in his arms, molding her body
tightly to his. He kissed her long and slow, caressing her lips with his and
slipping his tongue between them to coax her to open to him.
Meomee, my beloved meomee. I
will protect you with my life, meomee. A voice murmured in his mind as their passion ignited.
She made a mewing sound low in her throat and moaned. She
extended her tongue and swirled it around his. Winding her arms around his neck
she rubbed her sensitized nipples back and forth against his chest. Her whole body was aching for his touch and
her center was longing for him to fill her with his hard shaft.
Meg quickly understood that he was telling the truth. She
felt like a bitch in heat---like she would go out of her mind if she didn't get
the hindering clothes from between them so he could put his cock deep inside
her. She gasped and pulled her mouth
from his.
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded urgently and pulled
back from him. She pulled open the robe
and let it slip off her shoulders to the floor. “I believe you. I’ve never
wanted a man the way I want you right now. It's all I can think about and damn
the consequences.”
That was all the encouragement Dargan needed to start
stripping off his uniform. As he sat on the bed to pull off his boots, Meg
wiggled out of her panties and let them fall to the floor. She straightened crossed her arms and pulled
her sports bra off over head then stood, watching as Dargan shoved down his
trousers and underwear. Her bra hit the floor at the same time as he stood and
let his pants fall.
His long, thick erection sprang free. Meg's mouth watered at
the sight and she felt the wetness growing between her legs. She couldn't decide whether to drop to her knees,
lave the tip with her tongue and take it into her mouth; urge him to pleasure
her breasts or push him back on the bed and have her way with him. She wanted
everything!
Meg drew her shoulders back purposely to flaunt her ample
round breasts to him. Dargan took up the
invitation and stepped close, covering them with his hands. She gripped his
upper arm and pushed them into his hands.
His slightly calloused palms rubbed against them then he pinched her
hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Meg groaned as the sensation
surged from her nipples to her clit. “God, I want you so much,” she whispered.
“And I want you just as much,” he whispered, “See what you
do to me.” He gripped her buttocks and
lifted her up to slide his hard cock between her thighs so it pressed against
her clit. He knew immediately he was wet
and ready for him.
“No more foreplay,” she rasped. “Please just fuck me now, I
can’t stand it. I need you inside me.”
She was trembling with an actual physical need to meld with him.
His answer was to kiss her as he moved them to the side of
the bed and tipped them onto it. He rolled them over so he was on top with his
hips cradled between her thighs his chest pressing heavily against her breasts.
He paused kissing her and raised his hips to position the tip of his shaft
against her opening. “Ready?” he asked softly staring darkly into her eyes.
“Oh, yeah,” she sucked in her breath, parting her thighs
open as far as possible to give him ample access. Even then, it was an
exquisitely tight fit as he sank his cock to the hilt. And they both gave a
delighted cry of pleasure.
Meg wrapped her legs around his waist to take him as deeply
as possible and met his kiss eagerly. As he kissed her deeply, she groaned at
the sensation of his cock pulsing against her inner walls. She tilted her
pelvis upward and rubbed her clit on the hilt as she pleasured his tongue with
hers. Finally, he started to thrust in and out slowly savoring the sensation of
her tight walls against his cock.
Dargan kissed and caressed her face, and lips, and whispered
endearments punctuated by his slow and deliberate thrusts. Meg smiled to
herself and closed her eyes, surrendering completely to this magnificent man
who was pleasuring her whole body with his.
“You are mine and I am yours,” Dargan whispered, nibbled at
her bottom lip and thrust possessively harder into her.
“I am yours and you are mine,” Meg replied and smiled into
his eyes when he released her lip. “Stop teasing me and fuck me hard,” she
murmured and he chuckled.
He drew back and thrust in hard. “Yes,” she cried in
satisfaction. She unclasped her legs from around him and pressed her feet into
his bed so she could tilt her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust.
Meg slid her hands up and down the hard muscles of his back,
reveling in the feel of him on her and in her. She ran her hands down over his
lower back, clutched his buttocks, and visualized his fine, hard cock filling
her and stroking her g-spot each time he slammed into her with increasing
speed. He seemed to grow harder and bigger inside her as she her arousal
increased.
She was going to come and come hard. She moaned and panted “Yes! Dargan ah,
Dargan!” Then she was there. She
repeated his name several times as her vaginal walls contracted so hard that
she lifted them both off the bed, barely seconds later she felt his hot seed
squirting against her cervix as her vaginal walls milked his cock and it pulsed
hotly inside her.
At that point neither one was capable of rational thought.
Each time she stopped contracting around his cock; he pulled back and thrust
into her again pulsing inside her as her inner walls hugged his shaft in
orgasmic rhythm. Dargan kept pleasuring her with his cock until her orgasm
finished.
They were both panting by then so he raised his body enough
to let her breathe easier. He smiled down at her as she stared into his eyes.
She reached up to stoke his face tenderly with her fingers. He was looking at
her like she was the most precious thing in his life.
Never had a lover pleased her more. She was falling in love
with him already. This was way more than just mind blowing sex. She truly
believed they shared a special connection.
Soon she felt him growing hard again. He laced his fingers
through hers and pressed her hands into the bed on either side of her head.
Lying tenderly captive beneath him with his hard shaft deep inside her was an
incredible turn on for Meg. As she looked up into his eyes she smiled, thinking
she had him right where she wanted him. He smiled and dropped a kiss on her
lips then pulled back to watch her, making Meg wonder what he was going to do
next.
He slowly drew his cock back out and dragged the tip between
her inner labia and up over her swollen clit. The sensation was so exquisite
that Meg gasped his name and arched her back to drag her erect nipples over his
chest. He did it a couple more times then sank his member in to the hilt. She
cried out breathlessly, “Again, please, again…”
He grinned and complied. He was rewarded as she bucked her
hips against him in climax and her vaginal walls tightened rhythmically around
his cock. Already he loved the way she came, and he kept thrusting
intermittently to keep her squirming in ecstasy against him. As her orgasm waned he pushed in and out of
her harder and faster, still holding her hands down.
Meg whispered his name over and over, tilting her hips
upward to meet each thrust until he came with hot semen surging inside her. She
came again sobbing in erotic satisfaction. Dargan released her hands and framed
her face as he kissed her deeply, long and slowly.
“Meomee, my beautiful, Meomee
(me-oh-me).” he whispered fervently. “Meg Casey, you are my true mate.”
Finally, reluctantly, he withdrew from her and lay on his
side, pulling her close and just held her for a while. Eventually, he rolled on
his back and lay with one arm around her and her head on his shoulder.
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