Authors: Emma Paul
She responded by moving her hips on his cock. She groaned, loving the sensation in her slick pussy as it slid on her lover's shaft. He was so hard, so thick.
In another instant, Yani found herself on her back. Corbin knelt between her splayed thighs, His expression intense, hungry.
He slid one hand down her body, from firm breasts to her naked pussy. She lifted her hips the moment his fingers found her ripe little clit. He rubbed his thumb in slow circles, giving it just enough pressure to heighten the sensation, without making her orgasm.
Two thick fingers began to breach her. Yani squirmed beneath his touch. "Mmm, that's so good."
Corbin chuckled as he moved back on the bed. He bent his body forward and placed his face a few inches away from her sex.
His hot breath tickled her thickening labia. The first swipe of his tongue on her cunt lips made her lower body jerk in response. She looked down. Corbin stared back her with his tongue poised at the tip of her clitoris. He had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
When their eyes locked, he began wiggling his tongue on her nub. Yani grabbed a fistful of sheets, letting her head fall back on the bed. Her body trembled as Corbin proceeded to methodically lick every bit of tender flesh between her thighs.
Her throaty moans quickly became gasping whimpers. When she felt his two fingers plunged deeper into her clutching sheath, followed by two of his dreads probing at her anus, Yani almost came. "Corbin! Oh sweet Ver, I am going to come ... please ... now ... fuck ... me. I want your cock."
Corbin stilled his hand and dreads. "Hard and fast, or slow and easy?"
Yani smiled.
Corbin's voice resounded with a harsh growl. His breathing deepened and she swore she saw a slight tremble travel down his magnificent body. No way did she want him to fuck her like a virgin.
She licked her lips. "Hard, deep and fast."
A second later Corbin hovered over Yani, his arms holding the weight of his body above hers. He stared in her eyes. The tip of his penis nudged her vaginal opening. Yani braced herself for his first thrust.
A slow smile spread across Corbin's gorgeous face. He rolled his hips, so that the head of his cock could ease into her well-lubed hole. It took a few more seesaw strokes, but he finally managed to wedge himself at the very start of her channel.
The feeling of his wide, mushroomed, head stretching her sex to the limit had Yani gasping. When he pushed in a few more inches, she bucked her hips, desperate for him to impale her to the hilt. Corbin immediately complied with her demand. He surged forward and stuffed as much of his ridged length as he could, deep inside her gripping sleeve.
He paused and waited for Yani to catch her breath.
Never before had she felt so wonderfully stuffed. His gloriously large cock reached so deep inside her that her lower belly began to convulse. No doubt, he reached her womb. Every solid inch of his steel hard sex-rod pulsed along her inner walls. "Corbin, you feel so good."
Her voice came out as barely a whisper, but she knew he heard her. Within seconds, his hips began a back and forth rhythm. He pulled back slowly, then drove in fast. Each time his tempo increased. Yani clutched him, her nails digging into his back. Corbin's dreads moved on her arms, shoulders and breasts, with spiraling caresses.
Soon Yani cried out, as the intense friction his cock caused against her inner walls increased with each plowing stroke.
Corbin grunted and growled low, bucking his hips harder, faster and deeper into her.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his narrow hips, locking her ankles together.
He pumped harder, wringing loud moans and incoherent sex talk from Yani. Corbin fell to his elbows, placing his head in the curve of her neck. His ragged breath fanned across her cheek.
Yani mirrored him stroke for stroke. She let her body succumb to the pulsing sensation of the pre-climactic waves that flooded through her core. She screamed when the first spasm convulsed violently in her nether parts. Then the second, third, fourth ... until she could no longer discern where one started, and the next one began.
Three of Corbin's dreads found their way down her belly. She felt Corbin tense, and his strokes became erratic. The shaft of his cock swelled bigger inside her, just before he pulled himself out. Immediately, his dreads replaced his penis and continued plunging in and out of her pussy, as she rode the last few jolts of euphoria.
Corbin knelt between her thighs, bent over as he held onto his throbbing cock. He gripped his shaft firmly. His face twisted into a mask of pure elation.
He pumped his cock with quick sure strokes, until thick, white, jets of cum arched high, and landed on Yani’s lower abdomen. Corbin shook and growled low, squeezing every last drop onto her body.
Pure animalistic possessiveness masked his expression, when he locked eyes with Yani. Dear Ver, had he just marked her?
Her lower belly clenched. She trembled beneath him. He smiled at her, before falling to his side. Both of them lay breathing harshly, as their heart rates settled back to normal.
Yani smiled contently. That had been better than she had imagined. Repositioning herself on her side to face Corbin, she sweetly stroked the side of his face. He stared back at her. His expression was intense with what she realized was yearning.
Her heart melted. The sudden need to hold onto him as tightly as she could was inexplicable. She only knew he somehow needed that security. But, she held back. He kissed her then, sweet, softly. His lips covered hers for only a few moments. He pulled back to look at her.
Two flames seemed to dance in the depths of his eyes. He smiled again before placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose. Then, he closed his eyes, wrapped her up in his arms and fell asleep.
Yani would always remember this one experience. She sighed, because it saddened her that she would never see her Dreg lover again.
Yani snuck back into her rooms. She had made it just past the door when the lights flicked on. A looming shadow hovered over her. She slowly turned around to face the person lurching behind her.
"Gor!"
The rage on Gor’s face could have set her afire right there in the middle of her bedchamber. She backed away and tried to look as innocent as possible. She stiffened, trying to calm the tremors riveting through her body.
"What are you doing here?"
Her voice cracked. She felt her heart rate speed up, but maintained her posture and even managed to give Gor a shaky smile.
Her smile vanished instantly when he moved towards her, his eyes flared with angry fire.
"You stink of Dreg. Did you think you could simply walk about the city without me knowing exactly where you had gone?"
Spittle flew from his lips as he spoke.
"You fucked that Dreg piece of shit?" He growled at her, baring his predatory fanged teeth.
He towered over her, only inches away and forcing her to arch back, trying to avoid his wrath. He yelled in her face.
"Gor, I ... I ... ahhhh–"
Her scream was cut off. Without warning, he grabbed her by the throat with one hand, and lifted her off the ground. Kicking wildly, she tried desperately to dislodge his hand from her neck. All she managed to do was make him squeeze tighter.
Her breathing slowed down. No air could get to her lungs. She tried with all her strength to inhale, however it was useless. Panic rose like a tidal wave inside her chest. She gasped and sputtered for air. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Yani knew she would die. Strangely, her first thought was of Corbin, and that she would never get to see him again. Soon her body went limp. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Saliva foamed from the corners of her mouth. The fight had left her body. Death came to claim her.
Abruptly, just before the darkness consumed her, the vice around her throat loosened and she hit the floor hard, at Gor’s feet. Gasping for breath, she heaved several times, trying to get air back into her body. It seemed almost impossible, and the efforts made her cough with each exhale. A booted foot kicked her over onto her back.
Gor stood over her, his feet on either side of her shoulders. He stared down at her. His evil grin only insured there would be more punishment to come. Yani stilled her body and stare back at him with wide-open horrified eyes.
"Let that be your first lesson, and let's make sure that the next liaison you try to indulge won’t be your last."
He emphasized his point by bending down, grabbing a hand full of her dark hair and giving her a brutal kiss on the mouth. Throwing her back down, he turned and walked out of the room leaving her a wretched heap on the floor, trembling and crying.
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You are nothing Corbin! Just a stupid oaf, with a big cock who does not even know how to use it. Too bad, such a magnificent male-part was wasted on you! I hate you! Do not ever touch me again!
Corbin woke abruptly and sat up. Clammy sweat soaked his skin and bed sheets. He scanned the room. Kiana was not there, and he was not in his father's hut on the spare digi-moss
pallet.
Then he remembered, last night. She was gone. How did he not feel her leave the bed? He flopped back down and stared at the gray tiled ceiling. His cock twitched, thinking about the incredible sex he shared with Yani.
That was all it had been, sex
, or so he tried to convince himself. However, he could not shake feeling that they had made more of a connection then just physical. It was ridiculous, really. After all, he did not even know the woman. Then why did her scent make his stomach flutter? Her beautiful face lingered in his mind. The way she clung to him as he drove himself into her body...
Sweet Ancients she had been exquisite. So open and accepting.
His heart hurt to admit that Yani had touched him profoundly. The thought shocked him and he quickly pushed it out of his mind. He will never go back to being a fool for a pretty face.
Still, Yani was different, he felt that about her.
Forget it Corbin, you had your fuck with a beautiful woman. It means nothing more!
If only he could believe that small voice inside his head.
She will be more trouble than she is worth.
He needed to accept that he was better off without another woman in his life. Still, a tiny part of him, the part he had buried beneath all the anger, guilt and frustration, had somehow sparked to life. He could not deny Yani had left quite an impression on him.
No! Forget it! Even if you found her again, she would reject you. Just be glad you had a night with her.
What if she felt a connection with him?
You are a fool! Do not cause yourself any more grief.
What if she did? He deserved a bit of happiness Damn it!
No, she will just shame you again. Once you bring her back to Yor, her cunt will be pleasuring the cocks of every, and any, warrior who catches her fancy!
No, it is not true. She was different!
No, she was not! They never are! Just like Kiana, she will kill all your unborn. She will flaunt her dalliances in your face; tell you, that big cock of yours is worthless, can never satisfy her.
No, Yani was not Kiana. He had to get these thoughts out of his head. Corbin closed his eyes tightly.
He tried to push the voice out of his head. It was no use. He yelled holding his head, squeezing his dreads tightly; hoping the infliction of pain would stop the torment. As always, Kiana's face tormented his mind. The hatred fell from her lips like poison.
I hate you Corbin!
His stomach turned inside out. Nausea churned in his gut, threatening to make him vomit. The pounding in his chest echoed in his ears. He had not been able to satisfy his Breeder as a man, as a warrior. Everyone knew what Kiana had done. Like an idiot, he pretended to be ignorant of her betrayals. Still the humiliation had followed him everywhere he went. He heard the whispered voices, the laughter behind his back. Even in sleep, they tortured him.
He could hear them now.
Corbin cannot even control his Breeder!
"No ... it's not true..." yet the voices only amplified. His pleas were muffled by the echoing words screaming in his head. Other Dreg warriors mocked him... laughing at his stupidity, ignorance.
She would rather seek her pleasure from training warriors.
"No..." Louder still, unrelenting.
The words he had heard spoken at every moment his back was turned.
He is impotent, that is why she has to fuck everyone else.
"Stop ... no!" He squeezed harder, drawing blood from his dreads ... still, he heard them. Accusing, mocking. Nothing he did could stop the voices from condemning him, as he deserved to be.
I hear the only reason he's East Commune Chieftain is that his father begged Jarrow. Therefore, that no one would know the truth about his lack of wit. And look what happened, all that blood on his hands!
No! He wanted to deny it. He needed for them to know he would have done anything to stop it from happening. If only he had another chance to prove it to them! Then came the pity mixed with more condemnations.
Poor Corbin, how could he live with himself knowing the shame he has brought his family. First Kiana, then the destruction of the East Commune... some say he is to blame for the deaths!
The accusations, Kiana's hateful rants, the guilt of all the innocent people that lost their lives, because he let it happen, all of it was his fault. Corbin shook his head violently, screaming like death itself had sunk her sharp claws into his heart, to rip it from his chest.
He punched the wall behind his bed, cracking the marbled surface and leaving a fist-size indentation. "Stop! Stop! Stop it! Leave me alone!"
Corbin stood, holding his bruised hand, staring at what he had just done to the wall. Reality slammed into him when he realized what had just happened. He hung his head. It was getting worse. The euphoric un-inhibited feelings he got from the Trill-powered were starting to wear off faster. He found himself buying it more frequently, and in higher quantities.