She smiled brilliantly then and something bright filled my chest, made me grin at her in return. Love. It had to be. It was radiant and wonderful and she’d given it to me. A precious gift. And so I gave her my medallion in return. Taking the chain, I carefully affixed my personal medallion to it, the small, automated hook activated by my DNA. No one could remove the disk, nor activate it. Only those with my family’s DNA could do so.
Releasing the small gold medallion, I watched as the chain swayed, now adorned with three disks. “The marks within the medallions represent me, my family line and my place as councilor. They proclaim for one and all that you are mine, and that I will kill to protect you.”
And the extra medallion, no larger than the nail on my smallest finger, dangled low, at the center, nearly over her womb, and, like her womb would carry my child, the gold carried the future, the power and wealth accumulated over many generations of my family.
She lifted her head and looked to me. “My nipples are sensitive. They… they tingle and it’s constant. Arousing.”
I glanced down at my cock, which was thick, long and pointing straight at her. “Yes, I know what you mean.”
I came over her so she had no choice but to lower onto her back. Settling on my forearms above her, I pressed her into the soft ground so she felt all of me, from thigh to shoulder. Between our bellies, I could feel the chain, the medallions. I knew the secrets would be safe with her, and that she would be safe with me. Nothing would happen to her. I would protect her with my life.
Lowering my head, I kissed her. It was the first time. When her soft lips brushed mine, I had to wonder how I’d skipped something so intimate until now. How had I not put my mouth on hers? I’d put it on her pussy, but this seemed more personal. Her mouth opened readily for mine and my tongue found hers. She gasped at the decadence of something so simple and my cock pulsed.
I could kiss her until the two moons rose and I’d be content, but my cock had other ideas. She’d consented to the claiming and I could think of nothing else.
I lifted my head so our breaths still mingled, that I could look into her pale eyes. My hips shifted so I settled into the cradle of her own, my cock nestled at her slippery entrance. It was hot and wet, all but inviting me in. “Do you accept me, Natalie Montgomery of Earth, as your mate? Do you accept my claim on you, that I am your master?”
“Yes.” She arched her back, angled her hips into me so that my cock slipped in an inch. “Yes, claim me. I want it. I want you. Master.”
My eyes fell closed then, awash with the sensations of this woman calling me master. The feeling was heady, the one word so weighty with responsibility. I was responsible for every facet of Natalie. Her happiness, her wellbeing, her health, her safety. Everything.
And when I slid into her, slowly this time, I accepted it.
“Mine,” I growled as I kept my gaze fixed on hers. She was so hot, so wet that I moved so smoothly up into her. She didn’t close her eyes, didn’t look away as I took her as gently as I possibly could, letting her feel every inch of me. We weren’t lost in the fiery haze of passion, we were lost in tenderness, in each other.
“Mine,” she whispered, lifting her hips to take me deeper, then deeper still.
We were one. When she came with soft shudders and rippling walls of her pussy, I went with her.
“Natalie,” I groaned, giving over to her in every way.
We remained in the oasis for long hours, talking and learning each other. I bathed her in the warm water of the small pond and fed her fresh fruit transported in from the north, tasting the ripe berry juice on her lips.
I took her again, reveled in her eager welcome, her soft sighs and cries of pleasure. And when I knew my seed filled her, my medallions marked her as mine, and the soft glow on her face would shout to one and all her contentment with her mate, I took her back to civilization, eager to show her our home in the capital city of Xalia.
I pulled a long, cream-colored dress from the supplies I’d left here in preparation and draped the soft fabric over her naked form. The piercings in her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric and my chest swelled with pride at the vision she presented. Her soft, golden hair hung loose and wild around her shoulders. Her fair skin practically glowed above the neckline of the gown, and her eyes, those eyes, looked at me with complete trust and devotion. I dared to believe that, perhaps, my mate had grown to love me in such a short time.
Pulling her along, I strode from the oasis with her by my side. A contingent of my personal guards, Byran among them, stood at attention on all sides of the oasis, ensuring both our privacy and safety.