Alien General's Baby (Brion Brides 7)(15)

"You saw the Fearless?" Braen asked seriously. "You mean you dreamed of it?"

"I thought I did," Naima began carefully.

Her fingers never stopped slowly and tentatively touching Braen's body. It was too much to ask to back away from him. He was the perfect distraction from the darkness that seemed to loom ever more presently in her mind.

"I was on that ice world," she said. "At first I thought it was a dream. Everything about it was right. I didn't know how I got there, suddenly I just was and the Fearless was there. It scared me, but it couldn't hurt me, could it?"

Braen said nothing, waiting for the obvious punchline.#p#分页标题#e#

"And then it looked at me," Naima whispered, the terror rushing back.

Without a word, Braen cradled her into his strong arms, holding her there much more gently than Naima would have expected from the big bear of a man.

"It laughed and I knew it was no longer a dream. All control slipped away from me and I started screaming. I felt it, it was the point where the nightmare should have ended, but some force kept me asleep. It kept coming closer, taunting me. When I finally woke up, it was because it let me go."

Naima wasn't sure what she'd thought would happen. Firstly, she assumed Braen wouldn't believe her. The bracelet was still on her arm and they were so far away from the creature as far as anyone could tell – the Fearless wouldn’t leave itself unnoticed if it were close by -, but there wasn't a hint of laughter on the general's face as he pulled back.

"While you sleep, your resolve weakens," he said calmly, cupping Naima's face gently. "It wanted to scare you. If it could have really hurt you, it would have. Now that we know of this, I will not leave you alone for the nights anymore."

There was nothing but sincerity in Braen's eyes as he said that. Naima couldn't tear her gaze away, drowning fast in those blues. She didn't even notice the moment she slipped out from under the sheets as he pulled her on to his lap, letting his hands caress her.

The passion in Braen's eyes was obvious. Naima could feel his cock grow hard fast, pressed against her panties as she straddled him. Her insides had been a jumbled mess of icy coldness just a second ago. Now? They were heating up immediately, the possibility of another distraction getting the best of her resolve.

Just like he said. Her resolve weakened when she slept.

When the general kissed her, Naima knew she teetered on the brink of doing something she might regret. There was no going back. Braen's lips felt amazing against hers, his tongue licking Naima's as the need between them grew by the second.

She pushed her hands into Braen's messy dark hair, pulling the general closer, loving the way his rock solid body felt between her thighs.

Naima moaned loudly when Braen's fingers started peeling away her night shirt. Since neither one of them was prepared to end the kiss for something as tedious as undressing, Braen tore it in two. She whimpered in pleasure, all that resistance suddenly lost to the ether from which the darkness had come.

When she touched him, there was no sign of the damn Fearless or the worry or terror that came with it. There was only bliss. How could she say no to that?

She had never thought of herself as the kind of girl who liked it rough, but that perception was quickly changing. Braen wasn't being uncaring, on the contrary, yet his power was evident and thrilling and turned her on more than Naima could believe. The strong hands around her, the cock rubbing maddeningly against her panties, Braen's firm, muscled chest – it was all too much to deny.

She couldn't. More so, she didn't want to.

As Braen rolled them over, ending up on top of her, Naima didn't even think twice about spreading her legs for him. The desire was fast overcoming any reason she might have had to stop.

She whimpered in disappointment when Braen leaned back, missing the weight of him on top of her. The general merely smiled, pulling Naima's panties off with a smooth motion that told her it definitely wasn't his first time undressing a woman in a hurry. Jealousy mixed with sweet expectation, with every thought washing away from Naima's mind in the next second.

Braen knelt on the floor, pulling her closer to him and pressed his face between her thighs.

She couldn't suppress a scream when Braen's tongue licked the length of her slit hungrily. The sheets were a poor handle, but Naima felt like she was wrecked by a storm that was about to take her to pieces. They were all she had to hold onto. She didn't mind even a little.

"Gods, that's so good..." she moaned, arching her back when Braen sucked gently on her clit, pushing two fingers into her wetness.

Naima bit her lip, moaning freely, not caring who heard her. She didn’t know anyone aside from Braen on this damn ship, so it couldn’t possibly matter.

Braen's mouth was amazing on her pussy, licking it like he never wanted to do anything else than eat her out. The waves of pleasure crashed over Naima. She honestly started to think there could be too much pleasure, because it was growing harder to bear by the second. Naima hadn't needed to cum so badly for a long time, perhaps ever.

This is insane, the tiny bit of her rational thought that could still hold onto the moment told her.#p#分页标题#e#

She couldn’t care less.

She would have screamed when Braen spread her pussy lips apart with his fingers and dipped his tongue into her, but it robbed Naima of all breath. She felt the sheets tear under her hands, thrashing wildly on the bed, hearing Braen chuckle softly.

It tickled her sensitive flesh, even that turning her on more. Feeling the general's tongue explore her wet pussy was the best thing Naima had ever experienced. She wanted the real thing.

"Fuck me," she moaned, "I need you!"

Braen clearly understood, and just as obviously he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching Naima open for him.

She pulled at his hair, gasping, trying to get him closer. When Braen took her clit between his lips, moist from her juices, she shuddered so hard he had to hold her in place. The sensation was nothing short of divine, making her squirm and thrust her hips upward to meet Braen's mouth better.

Hearing him moan in turn, his voice deep and dark, Naima knew how much he enjoyed giving her pleasure. How she’d gotten from thinking he was an arrogant know-it-all, to wanting to blow his mind, she would never know. Nor did she particularly care at this point.

"Braen, please," she begged breathlessly. "I need to cum. I want your cock inside me."

Finally, the general rose from his knees with such desire in his eyes it scared Naima a little, even if it brought a slight smile to her lips, unable to wait much longer. He was as fearsome in bed as he was in any other situation that she’d witnessed him in so far. It was almost enough to think that maybe, just maybe, he could actually be a match for that ancient evil that terrorized the universe,

Her eyes dropped to the bulge in Braen's short black boxers. She must have been staring pretty intently, because when she met his gaze again, Braen was grinning.

Naima was absolutely certain he removed the boxers slowly to tease her. She had bigger problems on her mind, though. Like, for example, if she would be able to take a cock that thick and long. Her pussy throbbed just from the sight of it.

"On your stomach," Braen ordered roughly, his deep voice shaking just a little.

Small mercies, Naima thought, thinking it was better if Braen didn't see just how badly she needed him.

She turned around, feeling the bed sink a little as Braen climbed behind her.

"Up on your knees," the general commanded and Naima obeyed, raising her ass into the air, presenting herself to him.

She had to bite the pillow to muffle the moan at being ordered around like that. No man on Terra could have done that to her, just as no man she’d ever met compared to Braen in anything. She trembled when Braen ran his hands over her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. Naima even thought she heard a sharp intake of breath.

The light in the room changed brighter as Braen's valor squares reacted to seeing her like that, completely his to do as he pleased.

"You are gorgeous," Braen said hoarsely, pushing his cock against Naima's opening. "I have never seen a sweeter sight. I can feel how much you want me in your tight little pussy."

As he pushed in agonizingly slowly, Naima moaned into the pillow, her body shaking from head to toe. Braen's cock felt even bigger than it looked, stretching her to her limits. She wanted more. No, needed the general to fill every inch of her pussy and fuck her senseless.

She must have said some of that out loud, because Braen growled all of a sudden and gripped her hips. When he thrust inside her at last, Naima let out a broken scream. Her whole body felt like it was being torn in two, but the walls of her pussy closed down on Braen's cock, aching for more.

After giving her a moment to adjust, he settled into a brutal rhythm, with Naima loving every second and inch of it. She squirmed, bracing herself against the bone-shattering pounding, moaning when Braen hit the spot within her.

"You feel so fucking good," the general breathed, panting heavily while Naima was no longer able to form words at all. "Do you like this? I want to know how much you want me, how much you need my cock."

Naima groaned when Braen spoke, his every word punctuated with a deep thrust right against her core. She cried out again and again, the pleasure overwhelming her quicker than she could have ever imagined. Naima wanted to feel and remember every second of that.