With a soft cry, that was exactly what Charlotte did.
“Kristoff,” she moaned, grinding against me. “Kristoff, please…please!”
Her grip tightened in my hair until it was a painful pleasure and I felt her clench around me, her Goddess-pearl throbbing against my tongue. Her thighs quivered and I tasted fresh nectar and swallowed it eagerly, hungry for her delicious flavor, so salty/sweet and perfectly Charlotte.
She finished at last, quivering against me, soft little moans still coming from her throat. I waited until she at last dismounted and cuddled beside me, pressing her small, soft body to mine.
“Mmmm… Kristoff, that was so good. But…” She looked up at me, her green eyes luminous in the firelight and still filled with the need.
“My Lady?” I asked softly. “What is it you desire?”
I knew what I desired—what my body was urging me to do. I wanted to take her here and now, to spread her legs and thrust long and hard into her sweet center, to fill her with my seed and claim her. But I couldn’t…I mustn’t. Instead I held still, my cock throbbing rigidly between my thighs, waiting on my Lady’s pleasure.
Charlotte
“You know what I desire—what I need,” I said, feeling the throbbing, unfulfilled ache between my thighs. “That was wonderful, Kristoff—amazing. But I need more. I feel…so empty inside.”
“You need to be filled.” His voice was a low, lustful growl and I suddenly remembered what he’d told me—that he had to be careful not to reach the edge of his control so he wouldn’t take me and bond me to him.
But I wanted to be bonded to Kristoff. Wanted it so badly I could barely stand it. I didn’t give a damn for what the Council of Wisdom said anymore—those cheating, lying bastards. If they weren’t going to play by their own rules, well, neither was I. I wanted Kristoff and I was going to have him, I decided. Not just as a sex toy to get off against—I wanted him to bond me to him—to form a permanent connection that couldn’t be broken or denied.
How, though? My Imperial Guard was so honor bound he was determined to follow the rules. Determined not to go too far.
Well, maybe I can push him too far, I thought, a plan forming in my mind. And from the look in his shifting eyes, it wouldn’t take much of a push.
I knew what I was going to do.
“Yes,” I whispered, climbing into his lap and leaning over to kiss him. “I need to be filled. But not just filled—Kristoff, I think I’ve reached the breeding part of my cycle. I need to be bred—I need you to breed me.”
“My Lady, no!” His voice was a low groan. “To breed you I would have to not just penetrate you but also spurt my seed inside you. And that I cannot do.”
“Why not?”
As I spoke, I gripped his rigid shaft in my hand, feeling him throb against my palm, and leaned forward to kiss him. My nipples brushed against his broad, bare chest as I pressed forward, taking his mouth possessively. Kristoff didn’t kiss me back but he groaned again when I lapped at his lips and chin, which were still shiny with my juices. Looking down, I saw that once more, his big hands were clenched into fists as though he was holding himself back by sheer force of will from claiming me the way I so desperately needed to be claimed.
Tasting my own secret flavor on his mouth was almost more than I could stand. I nearly impaled myself on him right then and there but I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to get the reaction I wanted out of him. Instead, I contented myself with rubbing against him, letting the broad head of his cock part my pussy lips and stroke against my wet, open folds without quite penetrating me.
Kristoff groaned low in his throat, looking down to see the erotic sight of his shaft parting me and slipping into my open pussy.
“Gods, my Lady…you’re driving me insane.” His voice was a lustful growl. “Come down on me—fill yourself with me and use me until you come on my shaft.”
“And if I do?” I said, rubbing the broad head of his cock directly over my aching clit. “What happens then? I get to come but you don’t?”
He closed his eyes briefly, a look of almost pain coming over his face.
“That is how it must be. I cannot breed you—cannot fill you with my seed. It might form a bond between us.”
Which was why he had to be so still while I rubbed myself against him, I suddenly understood. If he allowed himself to move, even a little bit, his animalistic instinct to claim and bond me to him would take over.
That was exactly what I wanted.
“Kristoff,” I murmured in his ear, still rubbing against him. “Don’t you want to come inside me? Don’t you want to make me yours?”
“You know I do.” His eyes blazed. “But it’s blasphemy. Even what we’re doing now is walking close to the line of sacrilege.”
“Who says it’s blasphemy or sacrilege for us to be together just because I supposedly have Royal blood and you don’t?” I argued softly. “The Council? Who cares what they think anymore? I didn’t grow up thinking I was anything special, Kristoff. And I don’t think I am now. I’m just a woman who wants her man. Who wants her man to take her. To breed her.” I pressed against him hard, making him groan as I made my point.
I thought for sure I’d convinced him but when I looked into his shifting eyes, he shook his head regretfully.
“I cannot,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “Please, my Lady, do not ask this of me.”
“Call me Charlotte,” I said, frowning at him. “I don’t want to be ‘your Lady’ when you’re making love to me. I just want to be yours.”
His eyes flashed at my challenge and I felt him surge against me, his cock swelling against my clit. He was close to that edge—I knew it. The line he didn’t want to cross…except I knew that deep down, he really did want to cross it. I just had to show him how.
I leaned forward and kissed him again, darting my tongue into his mouth and threading my fingers into his thick, blue-black hair to pull him close. I rubbed my open pussy against him hard, letting my wetness envelope him completely.
This time, Kristoff kissed me back. His tongue met mine, stroking and seeking and his big hands came up to cup and knead my ass, pulling me even closer. When I finally came up for air, there was a wild look in his eyes and I knew I was close to getting through to him.
I got off his lap and crawled sinuously over to the silvery fur rug that was placed before the fireplace. The fire had burned down some now but I could still see myself in the three-panel viewer placed to one side of it. I supposed it was something the Empress could use to check her appearance before she went out on matters of State. Tonight it would serve a different purpose.
I positioned myself on my hands and knees and spread my thighs, opening my pussy for him wantonly. In the viewer I saw a blonde girl with over generous curves doing the same, her hair was tousled and her eyes were filled with firelight and need. Her breasts hung down like ripe fruit, her nipples dark and full with desire, almost brushing the soft fur of the rug.
I couldn’t believe how eagerly, how shamelessly she offered herself. No—how shamelessly I offered myself. But the need was in me—on me—riding me mercilessly, urging me to give myself to the man I loved. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The man I wanted to breed me.
“Kristoff,” I murmured, looking over my shoulder at him and spreading my thighs a little wider. “Fuck me.”
“Charlotte,” he grated in a deep, agonized voice. “Don’t do this—you don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Yes,” I said. “I do.” Lowering myself, I raised my ass higher in the air, spreading my thighs so that my pussy spread too, opening to show him my aching clit, inviting him in. “Fuck me,” I repeated. “Breed me.”
An animalistic growl broke from Kristoff’s throat—the sound of a man who has been pushed too far—pushed to the breaking point.
“As my Lady wishes,” he snarled and then he was behind me, his huge frame looming over mine, overwhelming me with his sheer, muscular bulk.
His hands were suddenly all over me, stroking and caressing, sliding over my back and sides, reaching beneath me to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers almost harshly until I gasped and cried at the sharp sparks of pleasure/pain his actions sent through my body. I knew he was making up for not being able to touch me before and I reveled in his rough caresses, arching like a cat under his hands, begging for more.
“Kristoff,” I moaned, writhing beneath him. “Please.”
“Is this what you want, Charlotte?” he growled in my ear and I felt the thick club of his sex rubbing hard against my open folds. “Is this what you need? To feel me deep inside you? Filling you? Fucking you?”
“Yes,” I moaned wantonly. “Yes, please!”
“Such a good little female,” he snarled in my ear as he fit the head of his cock to my entrance. “So good to open your sweet pussy for my shaft.”
His words made me moan breathlessly with desire for I heard in his voice that same note of command—of dominance—that had been there when he licked and tasted my pussy so ruthlessly in the Pleasure House. I might be the Goddess-Empress and rule over the whole galaxy but in the bedroom, it was Kristoff who ruled. Who owned me completely.
I liked it that way.
With another animalistic growl, he pressed forward hard, burying himself in my open, unresisting pussy in a single thrust. Both of us were already so wet with my juices that he slid into me easily, despite his size, though I could feel his thickness stretching me deliciously wide. I gave a soft cry when I felt him bottom out inside me, the head of his cock giving the mouth of my womb a deep, hard kiss. God, it felt so good to give myself to him this way. So right to be so open for him.
“Please,” I cried breathlessly. “Kristoff, please!”
He knew what I was asking for and this time he didn’t hesitate to give it to me. I watched in the viewer as the huge alien warrior with the golden skin bent over the blonde girl and gave her his cock, thrusting deep and hard inside her, filling her to the limit as she moaned and cried and pressed back against him, tilting her hips back to offer him more—to give herself completely.
“Kristoff…Kristoff!” With every deep, punishing thrust I called his name—I couldn’t help myself. I was delirious with lust—with the need to breed that was finally, finally being satiated. I moaned and begged shamelessly and gripped handfuls of the silver fur carpet, pressing back against him, learning his rhythm and joining it without hesitation.
His big hands bracketed my pelvis and I felt his fingers digging into my flesh, holding on to me as I bucked against him, while he thrust deep and hard and long inside me.
He was close and so was I—so damn close I could taste it. My orgasm was hovering like a storm cloud ready to break. I knew the pleasure would be as sharp and jagged as lightning when it came—and as drenching as a hot summer rain.
And then Kristoff stopped.
At first I couldn’t believe it. I was so close…so close. But when I turned my head to look at him in the viewer, I saw it was true—he had stilled his relentless thrusting. And then, to my immense disappointment, he actually pulled out.
“No,” I moaned—I couldn’t help it. I was so close to the edge—so close to having the man I wanted forever. He couldn’t stop now—he couldn’t. “Kristoff,” I begged him shamelessly. “Don’t stop—I need you. I want you—only you. Please.”
“I think you’re misunderstanding me, Charlotte.” His voice was still low and rough with need. “I’m not stopping. Not when I’m so close to claiming you and making you mine.”
Big hands flipped me over and suddenly I could feel the soft fur rubbing my bare back and ass and Kristoff was kneeling over me.
“What…?” I began, hardly able to form a coherent thought I wanted him so badly.
“If we’re going to do this,” he murmured, stroking a strand of hair out of my eyes. “If we’re really going this far, then I want to do it face to face.” He cupped my cheek and kissed me fiercely before pulling back to study my face. “I want to look in your eyes when I come inside you,” he growled softly. “When I fill you with my seed and make you mine.”
“God, yes,” I breathed, opening my thighs to him. “Yes, I want that too!”
“Good.” And then he was pressing himself inside me again, surging forward to open me completely in one hard thrust.
I moaned and locked my ankles around his hips, tilting my pelvis back to give him better access. This new position made me feel even more open—even more vulnerable and taken.
The pleasure began to build again like storm clouds coalescing overhead. I closed my eyes tight and concentrated hard on letting it build, on letting it come as I gave myself to Kristoff’s deep, hard thrusts completely.
“No, Charlotte.” The note of command was back in his voice. “Look at me,” he demanded and my eyes fluttered open to see that he was staring at me intently. “Look at me while I fuck you,” he growled. “While I claim you and come in you.”
“All…all right,” I stammered. Looking into his eyes while he thrust deep inside me was almost unbearably intimate but I wanted to do it—wanted to give myself completely in the way he demanded.
“That’s good,” he rumbled approvingly. Suddenly he reached between us and I felt the broad pad of his thumb slipping over the button of my clit. “Look at me, Charlotte,” he repeated, never stopping his hard, deep thrusts inside me. “Look at me and tell me who you belong to.”
“You!” I gasped as I felt the cloud above me break and the pleasure forked through me like summer lightning. “You, Kristoff—I belong to you!”
“That’s right—you’re mine,” he growled. “Mine and mine alone forever.”
The possessive words spoken in that deep, hungry growl pushed me even higher. I felt my inner muscles clenching around his thick, invading shaft and then Kristoff allowed my orgasm to trigger his own and I felt an entirely different sensation. It was a hot, wet pulsing as spurt after spurt of his seed filled me, marking me, making me his forever.
I loved it.
“Yes…Kristoff, yes,” I moaned, reaching for him. He’d been leaning over me, looking into my eyes. Now he crushed me to him, his hips pressing hard as though he wanted to get as deeply into me as he could while he filled me with his seed and claimed me.
I felt something surge inside me, some bone-and-blood-deep connection that filled me with a sense of power—the same power I had felt when I was Invested as the True Incarnation. The same surge I’d felt when Kristoff first went on his knees and made his vow to me.
The power of the Goddess, whispered a voice in my head. She is here…she sees…she knows.
And then a feeling of rightness suffused me—a feeling that came from outside myself and engulfed me completely, like an ocean.
The Goddess, I thought deliriously. The Goddess approves…
And I knew it was true. No matter what the Council of Wisdom or the priests and priestesses in the temple might say, the Goddess approved of my choice. Royal blood or not, Kristoff was worthy to be my Consort and the only man in my life forever.
Kristoff
I don’t know how many time we made love that night. I honestly lost count—lost myself in the pleasure of giving my Lady pleasure. Especially since after the first time, I knew she could feel my pleasure the way I could feel hers. I knew because I could feel her feeling it.
Had there ever been a bond so deep? So intense? I didn’t see how there could be. I had already bonded myself to Charlotte when I gave her my vow of loyalty, obedience, and protection. And now she had bonded herself to me by giving herself fully and without reservation to be filled with my shaft and seed. We had bound ourselves with a double cord and the results were immediately apparent.
Now the connection between us was a two-way street. Not only could I feel Charlotte’s emotions, she could feel mine as well. If I had pain or pleasure, she felt it as I had felt hers before. I could even catch her thoughts at times, as she could catch mine.
br /> “I love you,” I told her as we were drifting in a contented daze on the sleeping platform. She was curled in my arms, her back to my chest, her head resting on my arm. I wasn’t certain if I had spoken the words aloud or not but it didn’t matter—she heard them.
“I love you too. And not just because of the blood I gave you. That was only the start of it. It’s so much more than that. A connection so deep it’s…well, I can’t explain it. But it’s wonderful.”
“I feel it too,” I whispered aloud, drawing her warm, curvy body closer to mine. “Our spirits are joined now.”
She gave a soft laugh. “That’s not surprising considering how often our bodies were joined in the past couple of hours.”
She pressed back against me, rubbing her soft, warm bottom against my shaft. Despite the number of times we had made love, it rose, obedient to my Lady’s summons.
“Charlotte,” I murmured. “You’ll wear me out. Even an Imperial Guard has his limits.”
“I want you in me one more time,” she said softly. “I want to fall asleep with you inside me. Can…could we do that?”
I felt a surge of love for her so deep it nearly overwhelmed me.
“We can,” I told her. I liked the idea of being so intimately connected while we rested. Of falling asleep joined in that way.
Gently, I lifted her leg and pressed my shaft forward. She tilted her hips back, opening herself for me. I found her sweet heat and slid home with perfect ease, cradled in her delicious, tight warmth.
“Mmm…” Charlotte sighed contentedly and pressed back against me, taking me deeper. I felt her pleasure at being so completely filled and opened and I cupped her breasts, massaging them gently as I pleasured her very, very slowly.
Tomorrow I knew we would have to deal with the Council and decide what to do and say but just for tonight I wanted to forget there was anything in the way of our being together.
Tonight I just wanted to love her and know that she loved me.
“I do love you, Kristoff. So much…” I heard through our link and then we drifted into silence.