Dzar-Ghan (Alien Barbarians of Vandruk #3)

23. Chapter 23

My entire body burned with a desire I couldn’t control. Not that I even wanted to. No. I wanted him. I wanted this beautiful cock inside me, deep inside me. It looked as if it would split me in half with its size, but that thought only made me wetter.

When I discovered the ridges on his shaft, I nearly wept with the pulsing ache spreading through me.

“I need you. I need you now,” I mumbled incoherently, pulling on him as I lowered myself to the ground, spreading my legs wantonly and lifting my hips in invitation. I didn’t care if I was acting like a cat in heat. Every single nerve ending inside me was primed for the release only his cock would be able to bring me.

The premonition that he would bring me to an orgasm made me shake to the core. Finally, I would find out what it was like to reach a climax with a living, breathing man on top of and inside me.

The fact that when I fisted his cock my fingers didn’t make it all the way around should have scared me; instead, my pussy only flooded more in preparation. The moment his cock’s head teased my entrance, I turned utterly still, needing to enjoy every second of this man anchoring himself deep inside me.

My walls parted, and my head fell back as I savored every inch as he began to conquer me. Pushing in, creating a sweet friction with his ridges. I gasped as he kept pushing in, filling me like nobody ever had before. Something else registered with me, something that shouldn’t be possible, but oh my God, his cock was vibrating.

That was my undoing.

Finally, fully sheathed inside me, he grabbed my hips and began moving me up and down his cock, since I seemed incapable of cooperating. I couldn’t move a muscle. My body was too stunned, my mind too occupied with the otherworldly bliss he was giving me. All I was capable of was to let out mewls as my core began to contract my muscles. Had I been able to make any kind of coherent thought, I would have wept with joy that only after a few thrusts, I was on the brink of coming harder than even when he had gone down on me.

His hands moved me up and down while his hips thrust back and forward. Through hazy eyes, I saw this magnificently muscled body over me, the bulge of his biceps, the hard tendons on his neck as he strained not to come yet. Waiting for me.

Ah, shit!

“Dzar-Ghan!” I screamed into the wilderness as a tsunami of ecstasy crashed over and through me. “Dzar-Ghan,” I panted, needing something to hold on to and finding his lower arms. I thought I would truly tear into two, but oh, what a way to go! Heat and warm liquid rushed through my core as I exploded into a million lights. My attention was so primed on his cock inside me that I felt it jerk right before more liquid rushed up into me, and he bellowed, “MINE!”

My head fell back as my body rocked under the onslaught of pleasure that felt like a rapture. Panting, I lay under him, unable to move or even speak, just riding the slowly ebbing waves of pleasure pulsing through me. My mind was like mush; not one coherent thought moved through it that would make any sense. All I knew was that this was the happiest moment of my life. That this man had brought me the bliss I had only ever read about.

I would have probably worried about my erratic beating heart, wondered how high my heart rate was, probably one eighties or more. Probably close to where my heart would simply stop, or I would pass out. I didn’t care. What a way to go!

Any kind of awareness I was capable of besides that was him. All nearly seven feet of him, every muscle, every marvelous, hard inch.

He moved as if to pull out of me, and I restrengthened my grip on his lower arms, “Nek. Stay.”

I didn’t think I could have taken the friction of him pulling out just yet. Every single cell inside me was attuned to him. My pussy throbbed, literally throbbed around his cock. I was afraid I would simply liquify to feel him move even a fraction of an inch inside me just yet.

Concerned eyes met mine.

“I’m okay,” I assured him, nodding for emphasize. “I just need… a moment.”

And so, this incredible man gave me just that. Perched on his arms, which I noticed were slightly trembling, giving me a small pang of guilt, that he might have reopened his wound for the… what, tenth time? Still, even in the name of empathy, there was no way for me to allow him to move. My body simply wouldn’t have taken it.

He lowered his head until our foreheads met. Our breaths mingled. Never had I felt this close to anyone before. He was like an extension of me. A part I hadn’t known had been missing. Or maybe I had. Maybe this was why I had felt so removed from anything and anybody all my life. Because… I didn’t feel removed with him at all. As a matter of fact, I felt capable of emotions, feelings that had been absent all my life. I felt connected to him, and not just because his magnificent cock was still swollen inside me. No, this was more. I simply felt whole with him. He didn’t make me feel bad about my quirks or odd behaviors. He just accepted me.

I took his face in both of my hands. “What are you doing to me?” I asked, knowing he didn’t understand me, but that didn’t matter either.

I puckered my lips to kiss his; that was all I needed. He was that close.

We lay like that for a couple of minutes before I felt he could withdraw without shattering me. He seemed as reluctant as me, but when I saw the red spots on his bandage, I cursed and pushed him off me.

“Oh no, what have we done?” I pointed at the gauze wrapped around him.

He looked down, and a proud expression moved over his chiseled features. “Wounds of conquest.”

I closed my eyes. Those words shouldn’t have called up every shudder of my orgasm, but they did. Fuck. It wasn’t just his words. It was his prideful tone of voice and the smirk around his lips that made me quiver just as much.

“We need to… need to fix you… again,” I stuttered, incapable of speech. If he had truly conquered me as he boasted, I was okay with it. No, more than okay.

His eyes conveyed that he would rather do a hundred other things, but I was nothing but stubborn and, once again, redressed his bandage. I found that there was only a small split in the glued seam, which sealed up nicely once I added more of the skin glue.

“So, there.” I rubbed my hands, satisfied but also annoyed that I hadn’t washed the other set of bandages yet and had to redress him with the old ones. At least there was plenty of clean gauze to put in between, which I supposed was the most important part.

My eyes fell on his scars, and I lifted a finger, gently tracing the even lines. “What happened?”

His eyes followed my finger, explaining my words. He shrugged. “Khadahr trials.”

So whatever had happened to him had been part of some kind of choosing ceremony? Gently, I kissed some of his scars. The flesh was puckered, the lines in between lower, reminding me of a net.

“… Pit of Daggahr,” he said.

My heart stopped for a moment while my brain worked his words and the scars on his body out. They must have diluted the liquid from a pit similar to the one Dzar-Ghan had rescued me from and drenched a net-like material in it before putting it on him. Diluted enough not to eat through the net but still strong enough to burn into his flesh. A shudder moved through me; this hadn’t been instant. These scars had been burned into his flesh over the course of several hours. No wonder this wound by his side that would have incapacitated me for weeks seemed to barely slow him down.

I leaned my face into his chest and cupped his cheek with one hand. Logically, I knew it was way too late to give him comfort for what had been done to him, but I tried. Empathy had been another of my weaknesses, something I hardly ever felt, but with him, everything was different.

I contemplated this beautiful planet and its people—its very barbaric people. I had been to enough countries and different cultures to accept their diversity of societal rules. Of course a planet like Vandruk would only allow their very best, strongest, most willful people to become rulers. This insight made me understand the man Dzar-Ghan a lot better, and even more so Khadahr Dzar-Ghan.