Marie Harte - The Perfect Creation

Drekk had been waiting for years to destroy that particular laboratory on Eyra. And with Erin’s help, he planned to do just that. But not for the peacemakers, or because it was the law. He’d take Blue Rim apart for all the ones that had come before, and would no doubt come again if someone didn’t put an end to the evil Creators and Handlers tinkering with god-skills.

Erin moaned, distracting him, and Drekk watching with interest as Rafe moved her off his torso and propped her up on her hands and knees in front of him. The Mardu spanked her hard, several times, and Erin bowed her head and groaned with pleasure, her pheromones reaching Drekk even up in the tree. No, now was definitely not the time to be worrying about Blue Rim, not with two beautiful forms engaging in the carnality of pain and pleasure.

Drekk rubbed his rock-hard cock, amused and aroused at Rafe’s prowess with the female sex. Though the decent thing would have been to give the couple their privacy, Drekk had never claimed to be anything approaching respectable. He wanted to watch, to see if the Mardu lived up to his reputation, and to see if Erin would live up to the promise of her incredible beauty. By the way Erin continued to shiver under her lover’s touch, Drekk figured he was in for quite a show.

Erin kept her head down as she knelt, undone by Rafe’s selfless promise. He couldn’t really want to help her, could he? Because hope was all that had carried her this far in life, a desire for freedom and justice, and the ability to find her own happiness. Though she hadn’t had much in the way of relationships with others, she knew she’d found something special with Rafe. Her energy pulsed in time with his, and if what he said were true, then the wainu they both experienced had as much to do with one another as it did with the sexual act itself.

“You ready to finish your punishment, baby?”

She shivered, thrilled when he called her those pet names in a husky voice. And the slaps he’d given to her ass did crazy things to her insides. She’d never imagined that a rough hand could arouse her so much, as if he strummed her clit instead of smacking her flesh.

“Yes, Sir.” He palmed her butt and stroked her, sliding his thumb into the crease between her cheeks, stretching the opening of her anus. The feel of him there stirred a dark hunger, a thrilling, forbidden pleasure she’d wondered about, especially after seeing the act in one of the many bars she’d visited since her escape. “Rafe—Sir—can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

She turned her head to see him kneeling to the side of her, his shaft ruddy with desire.

“How are you ready again so soon? Your recovery seems incredibly quick, and not typical with what I’ve read about Mardu males.”

“Studious, aren’t you?” Rafe grinned. “But you’re right. Most men wouldn’t equal your stamina.” He sounded pleased with that announcement, and Erin liked the possessiveness in his tone when he spoke to her. “With you the rules don’t seem to apply. And speaking of rules…” He smacked her hard, three times successively, the strikes overly loud in the quiet around them. “It’s high time you answered for hitting me, baby. That’s twice now that you’ve knocked me out cold. There won’t be a third time,” he reinforced in a deep, gravelly voice. Rafe smoothed his hand over the fiery burn of her skin, the contrasting softness of his touch with the hardness of his slaps arousing in the extreme.

She gasped at the surprisingly erotic sensation, her mind pulling her back into a quagmire of submission as he exerted his dominance. “Wh-what are you doing to me, Sir?” His fingers trailed over her ass and between her thighs, delving into the moisture dripping down her legs, and she stared at the ground, focused on the feelings he stoked within her. Before she could answer him, he pinched her clit, and she swore she saw stars from the extreme bliss. “You like that, hmm? The pain and the pleasure.” Erin blushed, unable to control her response as she flooded his fingers with cream. She waited for more— wanting more—her skin sensitised, anticipation making her lightheaded.

When Rafe did nothing for several moments, she glanced up only to see him staring into the treeline, a look of fierce concentration on his face. Awareness penetrated and Erin used her enhanced senses, seeing the outline of a man through the leaves, his heat signature obvious now that she knew to look.

“Rafe, there’s someone up there,” she whispered as she rose slowly to her knees off her hands.

“No, get back down. Hands and knees, Erin. Now.”

His authority put her at immediate ease, and she resumed her position, puzzled but not threatened. Embarrassment, however, covered her body in one large blush as she stared hard at the tree in front of her, all too conscious of their audience above.

“I know there’s someone up there,” Rafe admitted. “He’s been there for a while, but he’s no threat.” She swore she heard humour in his voice.

“Who is it?”

“Don’t you mean, ‘Who is it, Sir?’”

She groaned.

“What’s that?”

“Who is it, Sir ?”

“Does it matter? Why? Do you want him to join us?” The menace in Rafe’s tone set her on fire, and when he shoved a sudden finger deep into her pussy she clenched him tight.

“Because that’s a problem for me, Erin.”

“I…don’t…want…that.”

“I don’t share what’s mine.” He removed his finger and inched it up, pushing into her anus. “No, don’t move a muscle.” The dark command in his voice forced her to remain still, the burn of his intrusive digit soon giving way to pleasure. “It hurts so good, doesn’t it, baby?”

“No, Sir.”

He chuckled. “Liar.” He pushed harder, and she groaned, wanting him out even as she wanted him deeper. “That’s it. Now take another.” Rafe did as before, using the juices from her arousal to grease his second finger. Then he added it, stretching her virgin passage. “Your body adapts so beautifully, baby. Flor, that’s sexy.”

Erin wanted to cry out in both pain and desire. The burning sensation in her rectum hurt, yet odd tingles raced towards her sex, his probing fingers forcing an electric jolt that rushed straight through to her womb.

“I haven’t claimed you here, yet.” Rafe fairly purred the words, his breath raspy and his body giving off massive amounts of heat in the cooler air. The light of day rose over them both, streams of sunlight adding a heady joy to their lovemaking—as Erin thought to call it.

“It’s driving me crazy.” His thrusting fingers increased their speed, and Erin felt his erection brush against her ass time and time again.

Then suddenly Rafe removed his fingers and thrust his cock deeply into her pussy. He groaned her name as he slid into her heat. But all too soon he withdrew, only to replace the presence of his fingers in her ass with the tip of his cock.

“It’s too much,” she gasped as he pressed steadily deeper, her moisture easing his intrusion.

Groaning, he prodded her ass cheeks further apart and sank inch by inch inside her.

The fullness cemented their joining, turning an intimate physical encounter into so much more for Erin. She didn’t understand why, but she accepted it nonetheless, growing closer to Rafe in that moment than she’d ever been with anyone else in her life.

“Fuck, yes . This is so right. So good.” Rafe panted as he thrust the last inch home, his entire length seated inside her. “I can’t be still, Erin, I’m sorry.” Rafe pulled out slowly, the friction aggravating her tender flesh.

Yet again, the prickly sensation of desire flushed her womb, and when he shoved his length back into her she welcomed the alien fullness with pleasure.