Tabitha Bradley: Enticed

And that made Talara even more nervous than if he'd been trying to manipulate her, hypnotize her, seduce her into baring her neck for him so he could drink her blood – in short, do anything a typical Rysusi would have by now.

"You're a right bastard, you know that?" she muttered.

He nodded, grinning enticingly. "Ah, yes."

She groaned.

"Nobody's going anywhere for a while, Talara," Damon said softly, "certainly not for a few days, at least. If what you're hoping actually does happen and the Directorate sends a squad to extract you, I'll insure nothing happens to get in their way. However, if what I suspect has happened, you will need me, I think. A lone Dirandan woman, particularly one as lovely and well, scantily clad as you, on a Rysusi-occupied world is dangerous, is it not?"

She nodded, wordlessly.

He reached out and stroked her cheek, eliciting a low groan from her that made him smile and step closer.

"My protection will be valuable to you. The Legion hasn't detected me for several months now. I've got some of the best minds of the Rysusi with me, which is why they haven't. This place is a haven for the Renegades, until we can find our way back into space again."

"And you want me to-"

"-yes. Simple as that. You need me as well, I think. How long has it been since you had a good toss, Talara?"

She paled. "A-awhile…"

"How long?"

"A-a year," she whispered, flushing pink again.

Damon laughed again. "Oh? Well then, no wonder you're having such an erotic reaction to my presence."

He put a hand on her hip, drawing her close to him, his fingers sliding over and around to her butt, pressing her against his own hips. She gasped softly with a slight moan as she felt the hardness of his cock, straining beneath his tight uniform pants. She trembled slightly as he slid his other hand over her shoulder, down to the full roundness of her breasts.

She looked up at him and was caught in the depths of his inky black eyes, her breath coming a little harder now, her skin hot under the flight-suit, which was beginning to feel restrictive and tight.

"I shouldn't…" she whispered. "Not willingly."

He grinned. "And who's going to tell on you, pet? I certainly won't."

He massaged her breast, rubbing the hard tip of her nipple between his fingers until she was squirming and moaning against him. The hand on her butt pressed more firmly, pinning her to his body.

"Not a Rysusi…" Talara breathed, "not you … Damon…"

He grinned. "What's wrong with a Dirandan and a Rysusi having sex? Purely for the fun of it? Hmm?"

Talara licked her lips, watching his as he spoke. They were full and smooth and sensual. What if he lowered them to her throat? Tried to bite her, even though he said he wasn't interested? A hot flush colored her cheeks as she felt herself twitch at the thought.

She'd let him! Ancestors, would she let him!

"Ooh," she breathed, "Damon … kiss me … please…"

He grinned.

Deep, intensely burning heat filled her as his hot lips met hers. His hot, powerful, smooth lips. Exploring, tasting, demanding. She opened her mouth to his insistence and his tongue plunged deep into her as though he were giving her a taste of what he would do to her shortly. Plunging deeply, sliding over her trembling, hot tongue, caressing, possessing her mouth, drinking her in.

She pressed her body against his, pushing her hips against his, relishing the hard, hot feel of his length which was rubbing against the swollen heat between her own legs, a heat that was getting wetter by the moment.

His exploring hands found the seal to her flight-skin and slid it apart, slipping between the thin membrane of crystal-weave and sensi-circuitry to open the suit from the back and peel it off her.

Talara gasped as the slightly chilled air hit her overheated skin. She pulled her lips from his just enough to whisper, "Yes, Damon…" before she claimed his lips with the same passionate intensity that he'd just taken hers with.

He growled, kissing her back, his hands moving over her skin, leaving fiery trails behind as he explored her curves, ripping the flight-skin open lower to expose her butt, his hands sliding over her, cupping her soft, rounded rear, slipping between her buttocks to find even more sensitive flesh. As his fingers rubbed against her, she gasped sharply.

Damon released her lips to watch her face as he caressed her, smiling as she groaned and squirmed. He pushed a finger into her a little and she groaned louder.

"Mmm … like that?"

Talara squirmed slightly. "Mmm…"

He watched her a moment, then slid his hands out and off of her, stepping back just a little. She shivered slightly, watching him.

Deftly, he unhooked her belt, which clattered to the rocks below them. Then, before she had a chance to react, he grabbed her flight-suit at the shoulders and tore it from her body.

Talara gasped loudly as the thin, intricate cloth ripped, her skin prickling in the cool air, her nipples tightening even more and the delicate skin between her legs twitching as the air chilled her swollen, overheated flesh.

Damon didn't allow her much more time to react to that before he grabbed her, crushing her to him, kissing her as he pulled her away from the edge of the creek to the soft grass in the trees just beyond it. He bore her down to the ground, kissing her thoroughly before he let her lips go again, but this time to remove her boots.

Dazedly, Talara let him, her body pulsating with heat, mind spinning, breath short, hot, gasping. Once she was completely naked though, Damon paused, head tilted, taking her in.

She flushed.

"Just as lovely as I expected. Prettier without that flight-suit," he said softly, smiling. "And wet … very, very wet." His fingers dipped between her legs and Talara moaned.

He slid sensuously between the soft, swollen folds of her pussy, making a soft, wet sound as he did so, accompanied by Talara's low gasps and moans. He explored her, feeling the soft swirls of short silky sable hair, slipping over the tight, sensitive nub of her clit and dipping experimentally into the depths of her body, feeling her tightness, grinning as she groaned loudly. Her hips twitched and bucked up against his exploring hand.

"You're such a sweet little liar, my Dirandan pet," Damon said softly, a slight mocking chiding to his voice. "You've been wet for much longer than you admitted. You wanted me from the beginning, didn't you?"

He lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them as she watched with languid, half-lidded eyes. Her scent was strong and there was no point in denying it. She sighed, squirming a little.

"Yes, Damon," she said softly. "I don't know why."

He leaned over her. "Mmm." He kissed her and she gasped, her back arching slightly as she raised her arms to encircle his shoulders. She could taste her own musky juices on his lips, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She licked his lips and he chuckled softly.

"Like that, do you?"

"Yes," she breathed. "What are you going to do to me?"

He grinned, kissing her throat. "Mmm. I'm going to fuck you, Talara." His lips found the rise of her breast, while his hands closed around them. She groaned loudly as he kissed his way to her nipple and took it into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Yes, Damon," she said softly, "please…"

He scraped his teeth over her and she hissed, stiffening. Then he sat back a moment, quickly shucking his jacket and boots.

Talara sat up, leaning towards him, her hands finding the buttons of his shirt, pulling it open as she kissed him again and he laughed against her lips.

"Passionate, aren't you?" he murmured against her. "I love it."

Her hands found his belt, unfastening it and tugging at his pants. His hands moved over her breasts, cupping their full, heavy weight, squeezing them and bending his head to lick and kiss them as she worked on opening his pants. She moaned as he did, sliding closer to him.