"How are you going to make it up to me?" I breathed, dooming myself.
"Come here and I will show you," his voice was deep with arousal.
I stepped closer to him inhaling his scent as he pulled me into a kiss. His one hand held me tight between my shoulders while his other hand lifted my skirt, his fingers running gently up and up my thigh.
I shivered and let go of the last bit of my resistance. I broke our kiss to help him pull my dress over my head, ignoring the little voice in the back of my mind telling me that I was making a huge mistake.
He started to undo his uniform, swiftly loosening the buckles of the leather straps holding the armor on his broad chest and back in place.
I ran my hands over his muscular arms and marveled at his form, his wide shoulders, all strength and dominance. His green skin was surprisingly soft. At the moment that his arms were not covered by his uniform anymore, I saw, that what had felt like scars, were actually different tattoo-like markings and lines, starting at his wrists, some of them going as high up as his biceps. They were shining in the same bluish glow as the mark on my cheek -- had they been burned into his skin as well?
He placed his armor neatly on the chair where he had hung his weapon belt, and stepped out of his pants.
Just like me, he was completely naked now. And he was a magnificent sight: Tall, athletic and powerful, the body of a warrior. My eyes inadvertently moved down to his erect cock. And I inhaled. I knew, of course, that he was big, I had felt as much when he had been inside of me. But it was still something else to see him in all his glory. He was long and almost as wide as my forearm, thick veins running under the dark olive green skin.
No wonder I was still hurting from last time.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close. The feeling of his warm skin against mine made a shiver run down my spine. I laid my arms around his neck and kissed him, the softness of his lips and the taste of his breath on mine were so delicious that I really had to hold myself back not to open my mouth to him. He held my body pulled flush against his, one hand on the small of my back, the other on my butt. I loved the feeling of being encaged in his strong arms, a thrilling reminder of the danger he posed.
I kept ignoring the little voice in the back of my head. 'Run,' it begged, while I entwined my fingers in his dark hair, relishing the feeling of the strong warrior who was shivering a little at my touch. His kisses were getting more urgent and he pulled me even tighter against him.
"Are you ready, human?" he whispered against my lips, his voice husky with desire.
I thought that I had never been more ready in my entire life. I wanted him so close to me that no air would be left between us, I wanted him on me, I wanted him in me. I was dripping for him.
"Yes," I replied breathlessly.
He gave me the most dangerous smile, his eyes were black like the deepest night, "Do you want to taste my tongue, now?"
I hesitated for a moment, "No?" I was not able to tell what I did or didn't want anymore.
He gave me an exasperated look that was almost comical.
Then his gaze darkened again, "As you wish, no tongue. It is even better -- this way you will not be able to blame my venom when I make you beg for me."
A rush of heat ran through me at his words. I wanted to feel him so badly that I was at the point of starting to beg right away.
"On the bed, mishtz'in," he said in the tone of somebody who is used to giving orders, hissing the last word in his native language in a way that made my core tingle.
I obeyed, of course. I lay down on my back and he moved on top of me, looking down at me with pure lust burning in his dark eyes. He was beautiful and deadly, with his regal features and high cheek bones, and I was trapped between his strong arms.
And at that moment I almost lost my nerves, the voice in my head screaming at me, to get away as fast as possible -- now. If he wanted, he could hurt me, he could torture me, he could even kill me, and I was utterly defenseless against him.
He must have noticed my fear, because he smiled lazily down at me -- the smile of a predator who knows, that he has already caught his prey, and said, "Do not worry, my sweet, I have promised you pleasure and I keep my word. Besides -- why are you afraid? I have already taken you, I have marked you and I have filled you with my seed."
He used his legs to spread my thighs apart, his hard muscles pushing against my softness made my breath hitch.
His eyes were heavy with desire as he continued, "Of course there are many, many more things that I could do with you, little human, some good, some bad and some terrible, and you could not stop me either way. You will just have to trust me."
He breathed the last words in my ear. I shivered at his apparent amusement. His masculine scent, the warmth of his skin, his weight on me all served to lull me back into my former hazy state of arousal.
"What do you want to do to me?" I whispered, while running my leg up his waist, opening myself more for him.
He inhaled, and a little triumph sparked in my chest at this prove that I affected him, too.
"This," he said softly and took my lower lip between his teeth, gently caressing it with his tongue.
The slight sting of his pointy canines was driving me wild. I was close to opening my mouth so I could taste him, but his lips had already moved down, kissing my jawline, then my neck. I felt his hot breath on my skin, and every other thought was erased from my mind.
With his mouth thus engaged, his hand wandered over my body to my breasts, exploring me while he gently stroked my nipples, inciting me to moan in pleasure as a stream of liquid energy ran through my core right between my legs at his touch.
I hoped he would continue, but his fingers moved on, trailing over my stomach, where he paused and possessively placed his palm as if to feel his child inside of me.
At this moment, the thought that I was carrying the baby of this strong, powerful warrior, that he had taken me and planted his seed deep inside my womb, was making me dizzy with desire for him.
I laid my hand on his, squeezing it against my belly, where his essence had united with mine.
He interrupted his kisses, looking deep into my eyes.
"You were made for me," he said with a hoarse voice, and it sounded like an order. His eyes were pits of darkness, the black engulfing the entirety of them again, from one corner to the other.
"My reward."
"Yes," I breathed -- I had no idea what he was talking about, but at the moment I would have agreed to everything he said.
"I am going to fuck you so good, I will make you have twins," he growled.
I stiffened.
"Is that possible?" I squealed.
The voice in my head was back and active, chiding me, how I could be such an idiot to invite this being of magic in my bed, without having any idea what the consequences might be.
Instead of answering he just laughed.
"I might not even get pregnant," I considered trying to calm myself.
He scoffed amused, "Do you really think so?" His hand was moving down between my thighs.
Trying not to get distracted and ignoring the increasing wetness between my folds, I answered quickly, "Yes, they talk about an eighty percent chance of getting pregnant by the Veril. I mean that is high but there is still a good chance that I am not."
I was babbling, without even knowing myself if I was making sense or not. No matter what, I was in too deep already, my need for him engulfing my whole body and clouding my mind.
"Hmm," he smiled at me with mild interest as his fingers parted my folds and started to play with my clitoris.
I whimpered. The waves of pleasure that his touch unleashed on my senses, were more intense than I could handle at that moment, and I dug my hands into my sheet trying to anchor myself.
"What do you think?" I asked gasping, as I desperately tried to hold on to the last bit of sanity that I had left.
He leaned down to my ear.
"I think it is irrelevant." he whispered.
For a while I got swept away in the sensation of his body over mine.
I was rolling my hips to meet his fingers, my eyes were closed and I could barely whisper my question.
"Why?"
"Because you asked me to stay, and now I will use this whole night to breed you over, and over, until you beg for my seed. And every time this percentage you talked about, will get smaller and smaller."
He marked the melody of his speech by slightly slipping the tip of his finger in and out of me with every word.
"Tell me, my sweet -- what do you think of your chances now?"
My brain was unable to form real words at this point, and he, not having expected an answer anyways, moved his mouth down to my breast, taking my nipple in his mouth, softly caressing it with his tongue, all while his fingers never stopped between my legs.
I had finally lost the ability to form coherent words, my breath was coming in heavy gasps. Nothing mattered anymore besides the feeling of his warm mouth on my nipple, his hand between my legs, his body on mine, his skin against me. The need was driving me crazy, I wanted to feel all of him, I wanted him to take me hard again, make me scream.
When he let go of my breast, I let out a little sound of protest, which he ignored and started to trail kisses down my belly. He placed his hands on my thighs right above my knees to keep my legs spread wide. I got nervous, being so complete opened before him and started to fidget a little bit.
