Raptor One - Sample Chapters 1-3

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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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