Free Voyages of the Solar Wind 1: A Fire in Heaven by Michael Erickston Page B

impaling herself on my hard throbber. She leaned down and kissed me passionately as she moved back and forth on me. She was grinding her pussy into my pelvis, and squeezing me inside her. My arms went around her back to hold her to me as we moved together. I started moving with her, and our breathing quickly became heavier. She broke the kiss and just looked into my eyes with hers as we made love with her on top. We didn't blink for minutes at a time. I felt her sweet hot breath on my face as she felt mine on hers. She started to quiver and I felt her pussy muscles massaging me inside her. Her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows rose in the middle above her nose as her eyes pleaded with me.
    "Come with me, love. Come with me!" She whispered to me. She was on the brink, and so was I. She felt me swelling inside her, filling her completely, and she moaned and ground out on me, shuddering her orgasm. I shouted as I exploded. My cum shot into her like a missile salvo. Having just been blown to perfection, I didn't think I had much left, but I was wrong. She screamed as her climax increased with the feel of my cum blasting into her. Her head went back and her eyes slammed shut as she screamed in feral passion. As she screamed, she slammed her mouth down on my upper left chest, sinking her fangs in.
    Strangely, it didn't hurt like I thought it would. It only intensified our climaxes. We stayed like that as we came down, and she was whimpering softly as she removed her teeth from my chest. Her eyes got wide as her pupils started to contract. She reached over to the dresser and grabbed the first aid kit. She pulled a regen bandage out and slapped it in place. She then jumped off and turned on the water in the sink to wash my blood out of her mouth. She was silent during this, in shock at what she'd done.
    "Sweetheart, it's ok. Really." I said, still shaking and not trusting my legs to hold me as I sat up on the bed to watch her.
    "Dex, baby! Please don't look at me!" She was cringing from me like I was about to strike her.
    "Rilar," I said softly. "Sweetheart, come here. I'm not angry." I smiled, and the fear in her eyes turned to relief. She threw herself into my arms, crying.
    "I'm sorry, Dex. I'm so so sorry. Oh Gods I'm sorry, baby!" She sobbed into my right shoulder as she straddled my legs.
    I stroked her back as I held her. "Ri, honey. It's ok. I love you."
    "I love you too, Dex." She finally stopped crying and moved back to look at me. Her pupils were slitted now.
    "Kitten, what's wrong?" I asked. She had reacted badly to what had happened.
    "I have become a shor'vennak, Dex." The look on her face was one of horror.
    "Baby, what does that mean?" I really needed to learn her native language.
    "What I did to you hasn't been done in a thousand generations, Dex. If you never want to see me again, or throw me out the airlock, I'll be more than happy to do that." She was scaring me now.
    "Ri, calm down. This is me, here. What did you do besides give me a love nip?" I smiled.
    "I have claimed you as my own." She said it with a disgusted look on her face.
    "And that's a bad thing.... how?" I still didn't get it.
    "Physically marking a mate was outlawed thousands of years ago, Dex. What I did is anathema to my people now!" She had real fear in her eyes.
    I pulled her to me. "Shhh, baby. Shhh. Don't worry. I love you, Rilar. You do know that, right?" I smiled and she finally chuckled nervously.
    "I love you too, Dex." She muffled into my shoulder.
    "Good. Now that that's established, what exactly does shor'vennak mean, honey?" I had to know.
    She thought for a second. "The closest translation I can think of would be a succubus."
    I nodded. "A female demon of lust that devours the souls or drinks the blood of her victims. Honey, that ain't you! Clearcut?"
    "As diamond, Dex." She smiled and kissed me lovingly.
    Our one hour was just about up, so we got showered and toweled off. We taped our holdouts to our inner thighs, and dressed. Rilar