"This is Mirana, an oasis. It was discovered thousands of years ago and was how people survived when crossing the desert. There were no transport stations and so the nomads walked and sought shelter here. Water. Sustenance."
"We have such places as well," she commented, touching a large leaf. I was not an expert on foliage, for trees were rare, but I knew none were poisonous and I doubted she would pick one and eat it. Although, she was from Earth and I didn't know their customs or plant life. I'd have to watch her closely, or perhaps distract her from the possibility with more carnal possibilities.
"For this area, it is. It is also protected from misuse, for we have dug wells deep into the ground and are able to transport in food and supplies." I stopped at the large pool, let go of her hand. "Today, it belongs to us."
"Us?" she wondered, wandering about, taking it all in.
She was so lovely in her curiosity. She wasn't fearful of Trion, of me, and for that I was thankful.
"You and me. No one will enter Mirana but us. It is ours until the suns rise tomorrow."
"Suns? Earth only has one." Tilting her chin back, she looked up at the sky. "I don't see them."
"It would hurt your eyes if you did. That is why it is so warm, why Mirana is such a treat, for it is cool within. We have two moons, as well. Tonight, when the stars are thick, you will see them." I held out my hand.
"Come, it is time to bathe."
After the exam, I had been patient and relaxed. No longer. She was at the pool where we could bathe and swim together, an outdoor rarity on Trion. Alone. That meant she would be naked, wet and just for me.
She came around the pool and took my hand. Hers was so small, so delicate I worried my needs would be too much for her. The lusty way she came on the probe made me think she was much stronger than I originally assumed, and for that I was thankful. By dawn, I would have her so many different ways, none of them tame or meant to ease her into the life as my mate, for I would not hold back this night. I would not allow her to be tame; I wanted her wild and uninhibited. I hoped she was strong, mentally as well as physically. Being mate to a councilor would not be easy either, as there would be many demands on our time. Moments like this, when we were truly alone, would be few and far between.
But not now. Not today. Today she was all mine and mine alone. No one to hear. No one to see.
I pushed the robe off her shoulders and it slid down her body to the verdant ground. I sucked in a breath at the sight of her, her skin glowing with the soft natural light. The sight of the disks dangling from the chain made me hard. Too hard for the confines of my pants, so I stripped quickly.
Her eyes flared wide at seeing me bare. I didn't know how Earth males were formed, but Trions were large, over a head taller than Natalie. While she was fair of hair and skin, I was olive toned, my skin tanned by the sun. My dark hair was not just on my head and face, but a smattering spread across my chest and down to my navel, then lower to the thatch at the base of my erect cock.
I wasn't soft or very attractive, my body well muscled and hard. My cock was more a club than member and I worried for a brief moment Natalie would find me unappealing. When her cheeks flushed and her nipples hardened before my eyes, I exhaled the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Since when had I ever cared what someone thought?
Since I'd taken a mate.
"Are all Trion males like you?" she asked, staring at my cock, which made it pulse involuntarily.
"Like me how?"
"Big. Um … huge."
I looked down at myself curiously. I looked like a typical Trion warrior.
"What are males like on Earth?" I asked, then waved my hand in the air. "Never mind. I don't want to know about any other cocks you've seen … or-"
At the direction of my thoughts I saw red. No one should touch Natalie but me.
She smiled at me, stepped closer, put her hand on my chest. "I am not a virgin."
I growled then. I couldn't help it.
"I can't change my past. But know this," she added, moving her hand down my belly, then lower still, to grip me. My hips bucked into her hold. "He was nothing like this. He had a pencil dick in comparison and didn't know how to use it."
She tilted her head back and looked at me, met my eyes with her pale ones.
In this moment, I was at her mercy. Completely, totally. I could start wars with her hand around my cock. If I had any brain function left, I would ask her what a pencil dick was.
"You do know how to use it, don't you?" she murmured, sliding her hand up to swipe the drop of pre-cum from the tip.
No, she was not tame at all.
"Earth female, you are too tempting. I was going to bathe you first, ease you into the hard fucking I will give you, for you are new to Trion ways, but not now."
***
Natalie
One minute I was standing before Roark, my hand boldly on his cock, the next I was on my back staring up at the thick foliage of the oasis. His hands stroked from my shoulders to my breasts, cupping and playing with them, brushing his thumbs over the nipples, bumping the small rings.
I wasn't sure if it was Roark that made them so sensitive or if it was the rings. I didn't care, just arched my back into his palms wanting more. As soon as I did so, he moved his hands lower, over my ribs, my belly, my hips and then between. Not to touch my pussy. No, Roark seemed to be hell-bent on making me suffer through exquisite pleasure. Pushing my thighs apart, he settled between them, lowering himself so his head hovered right above my core. Coming up on my elbows, I stared down my body at him. Dark hair, serious gaze, well-placed hands.
"I can smell your arousal. Sweet and tangy. I can see it slip from you. It's time to taste."
When he lowered his head and I felt his tongue slide up the length of me, I cried out and gripped his hair.
"Oh my god."
My head fell back and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to his wicked mouth. He flicked, he swirled, he slid, he sucked. Laved. Kissed. Curtis had attempted it once, but had given up quickly, wanting his turn, the selfish little shit. I never asked for oral after that, knowing it wasn't his thing. But Roark, holy hell, eating me out was definitely his thing. His tongue, his mouth, were so damn skilled that I went from zero to sixty faster than ever in my life. Was it because I was bare there or that he had a beard, or both? When he slipped a finger into me and magically curled it, I came.
My body shuddered and I closed my thighs around his head, holding him right where he was.
"That's … oh shit, you found my G-spot." I crooned when he prolonged the pleasure with a little twist or nudge somewhere that had eluded everyone. Until now.
Sweat bloomed on my skin. Every nerve ending came alive. I could feel the soft robe beneath my back, the muscles of his shoulders against my thighs, his hand on my hip holding me down, the weight of the chain on my belly, the little rings through my nipples.
Roark sat back on his heels, used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, yet his beard still glistened. Oh my, that was from me. I'd never been so wet before, so eager. His cock jutted up and toward me and I licked my lips. I wanted it. Wanted to taste him, to feel him against my tongue.
Coming up quickly, I tucked my legs beneath me and lowered my head. With my hands on his thighs, the soft hair there silky and springy against my palms, I leaned down and licked the broad crown of his massive cock. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the narrow slit and slid down. Eagerly, I licked it up, tasting him for the first time.
He hissed out a breath and his hips jerked. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I saw his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed and filled with lust, his hands were tight in fists and his belly was taut. Every line of his body was tense as if waiting for my tongue to touch again. Was he even breathing?
I felt powerful in that moment. Just a simple flick of my tongue and I'd rendered him … what? When I circled my tongue around the ridge of the head, he growled. I felt it even in my palms on his thighs. I didn't wait then, only took him in my mouth, my lips opening wide to accommodate all of him.
Wow, he was big. I wouldn't be able to fit all of him in my mouth. I'd have to be a porn star to take that monster, and down my throat? Not a chance. But he tasted good, salty and pungent, and his scent was all male. I couldn't resist his balls, the heavy weight of them in my palm attested to his virility. That was all for me? No wonder I had to be tested. I wasn't sure if it was going to fit.
All this flitted through my mind as I sucked on him, but a hand tangled in my hair, gripped tightly and pulled me back.
"I am the one in control, mate," Roark said. His eyes were black, his jaw tight. The hand in my hair was not gentle, but I loved his show of strength, of his power over me.