Ravished: Science Fiction and Fantasy Erotica Page 11

  His eyes narrowed, sparks flashing dangerously within them and his fingers tightened on her arms.

  She swallowed hard. “At the last moment though, I-I couldn't, Renwyk ... I just couldn't ... I'm not that heartless."

  His snarl was low and it gave her chills. “You left me there, even so, Irisa. Left me to die on a ship that was self-destructing ... Who else could have set off the charges, Irisa?"

  She struggled in his painful embrace, turning her head away from the accusation in his eyes. “No, Renwyk, don't do this again,” she said, breathlessly. “It-it wasn't me. Yes, I'd set the charges. Yes, I'd planned on detonating them, but I didn't. I-I couldn't. No matter what, I-I couldn't kill you in cold blood like that. I knew there was another escape pod on the ship. And I didn't know the charges had been detonated until there was nothing I could do about it, Renwyk..."

  His grip had caused her arms to go numb by now.

  "It-it had to be Acwel..."

  "Acwel!” he spat.

  "Yes.” She wet her lips nervously, looking up at him. “He wanted you out of the way. Even I knew about it. He wanted your ship and crew, Renwyk. He must have found the charges and detonated them, thinking it to be an easy way to rid himself of you."

  Renwyk glared at her. “Acwel was my first mate, Irisa,” he snarled. “He would have thrown himself on his sword for me. How dare you accuse him—"

  "I'm not lying, Renwyk!” she cried, struggling. “Dammit, do you really believe I'm that horrible a person?"

  "Acwel is dead, Irisa...” Renwyk hissed, yanking her forward, crushing her against his chest. “He died in that explosion ... the explosion you intended for me..."

  "Renwyk,” she managed, her breathing tight and short, her heart pounding, “please, you must believe that it wasn't me ... that I couldn't do it...” She tried to raise her hands to push at him, but it did no good at all. “Let me go, Renwyk.” She squirmed in his vise-like grip, “Please, I'm telling the truth.” She wet her lips again and moaned softly. “I-I swear by Pakhit I am."

  He glared at her, this short, silky, jade-colored Larune woman, her liquid peridot eyes fixed fearfully on his own, her breathing hard and fast. The soft, round curves of her body pressed tightly against his own. He frowned, feeling the trembling within her, the fear radiating off her in waves. The intensity of it was almost palpable and he found himself growling softly in his throat.

  She was telling the truth.

  He frowned slightly and his fingers tightened even more on her slender arms, the leather of her soft jacket and his thick gloves creaking faintly in the silence that filled the clearing.

  A soft, pained moan came from her and he looked down.

  "Please, Renwyk,” she whispered, pulling rather weakly at her arms, “let me go ... please."

  "I don't think so,” he purred, his eyes still narrowed, “perhaps you are telling the truth, though I still think you're wrong about Acwel..."

  She shook her head, her lips falling open to protest, but he cleared his throat and his hands squeezed her hard enough that she gave a soft cry of pain.

  "However,” he said, his voice still soft, but steely, “you still owe me ... for setting the charges in the first place."

  Irisa began to tremble.

  Renwyk found that immensely satisfying, as was her reaction when he leaned close to her and whispered, with a soft, demonic chuckle, “I do believe I know how you can repay me."

  She gasped sharply at the darkly lascivious sound in his deep voice.

  "What do you mean?” she asked warily, drawing back as much as she could from the villainous smile that curved his lips. Her tail twitched nervously against what she knew to be a large tree behind her.

  She was cornered.

  "'Repay’ you?"

  Renwyk's wicked chuckle sent chills through her, followed by an insidious momentary burst of heat. It made her flush slightly beneath the fine layer of jade fur covering her body. She moaned a little and turned her head away, which only made him do it again.

  "I think you've got something of an idea, Irisa, my pet,” he whispered in her ear, caressing it with his lips as he did so, “something we ought to have done much earlier than this ... Perhaps you wouldn't have felt so much like blowing me up then."

  Irisa shivered, not wanting the touch of his lips to send little bursts of fire through her veins. She didn't want herself groaning softly as she felt him kiss her lightly, nibbling at her, running his tongue over the sensitive curve of her own triangular, tufted ear, his warm breath against her fine, silky fur making her tremble, making her heart pound.

  "Oh...” she breathed, “P-please, I don't think this is—"

  "Irisa,” he whispered, “it doesn't matter what you think you want ... your body wants this ... and I think you always have, no matter how much you might deny it to yourself.” He moved down to kiss her neck, and she groaned.

  "Renwyk..."

  She gasped sharply as his lips were suddenly on hers, effectively smothering any further protest as he pushed her back against the trunk of the tree. She stiffened, pushing against him, but he was undeterred. He pressed against her harder, his hands loosening from her arms to slide over her shoulders and inside her jacket. Irisa squirmed as Renwyk's kisses seared her lips, possessing them, persuading them to open for him, forcing her to return his passion.

  She'd never expected him to be this good at it.

  She moaned again, as his hot, moist tongue pushed into her mouth, finding hers, teasing, toying with her as she shifted against him, gasping softly. His hands moved over her body, exploring, caressing, making her squirm in pleasure, despite herself.

  Despite who he was. What he was to her.

  Despite everything.

  Irisa's heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it as he sucked her tongue. His hands slipped up under the fitted mint green top she wore beneath her jacket, sliding expertly over the smooth fur and finding the firm, rounded swells of her breasts. She stiffened as she felt his fingers slide over her ... felt his thumbs brush her incredibly sensitive and hard nipples ... groaned as she felt, more than heard the low, wicked chuckle that came from deep within him, even while he continued to possess her mouth with his.

  She turned her head as he rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, breaking the kiss, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Renwyk, I-I can't ... Not with you ... Especially you..."

  He chuckled again. “Yet you will, Irisa. I will take you and you will love it."

  She moaned softly, squirming as he continued to toy with her breasts and nipples, pushing feebly at his chest, but unable to do much more. She leaned heavily against the trunk of the tree while Renwyk continued to nuzzle her throat.

  "No, Renwyk,” she whispered, her hands sliding up his hard, muscular arms. Her breath caught as she felt the strength of them through the smooth, warm leather of his captain's coat. “Ooh, please, don't do this..."

  He smiled against her throat. “Mmm, Irisa,” he breathed, “your scent betrays your words, my sweet. You're intoxicating, this close."

  She groaned, squirming, as he pulled his hands from her shirt, only to quickly twist his fingers in it.

  "No, Renwyk,” she breathed again, but gasped in acute pleasure as his lips found hers again and she was suffused with a heavy, throbbing wave of heat that filled her mind...

  ...and for long, long moments all she could do was feel ...

  Feel ... as the cool air suddenly ruffled her fur, chilling her skin, tightening her nipples...

  Feel ... Renwyk's burning lips left hers and trailed down her throat to the rise of her firm rounded breasts. His tongue tickled and teased her nipples, making her gasp with sharp, powerful bursts of electric pleasure. The smooth, hot firmness of his full, sensual lips sent spirals of sensation through her as he took a nipple between them and began to suck.

  Irisa stiffened, feeling her body react to his erotic mastery, just as he'd wanted. He suckled and kissed her, licking and nibbling, her breasts unt
il Irisa was panting and restless, writhing against the tree behind her. He moved back up her body to her lips while he busied himself with her belt and the fastenings to her pants. She stiffened only a little as he quickly slipped them off her hips, so distracted was she by his dizzying kissing and the powerful sensations flowing through her body. When his fingers slipped through the silvery-white curls between her legs, dipping delicately into the hot her honeyed flesh, Irisa stiffened and gasped sharply.

  Renwyk smiled against her lips. “Relax, my pet,” he whispered, “you've nothing to hide from me any longer. If I'd been at all unsure of your honesty up till this point, this—” he slid his fingers sensuously along her swollen flesh until she was moaning softly again, “would have convinced me beyond a doubt.” He suckled her lip, drinking in her moans, feeling the heat continuing to build inside her, as well as himself, at her uninhibited reaction to him. “You love this, pet. Most likely even more, simply because it's me."

  "Ooh,” Irisa managed, her voice nearly a groan as Renwyk's fingers continued to caress her, as his lips nuzzled her throat and moved back down to her breasts, kissing and suckling her as he went, “I-I ... oooh, Renwyk..."

  He pulled a nipple back into his mouth, kneeling before her and she groaned again, sensuously arcing her back.

  "I—I never dared to imagine—"

  He laughed wickedly, sending chills through her even as his fingers were creating intense, swirls of heat within her body.

  "I doubt that, pet. You react too well, your voice caresses my name too much for this to be entirely new to you."

  She groaned again and he grinned up at her, licking the marble-hard tip of a swollen, jade colored nipple. His gaze locked with hers the entire time and she shuddered, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.

  "In your wildest fantasies, Irisa, in the blackest deep-space night, perhaps?” he whispered, slipping his fingers along her throbbing female flesh, loving the sensation of her silky curls, slick and dampened by her own juices as they tickled his hand,

  Irisa stiffened, flushing pinkly beneath the fresh, soft fairy-green of her fur, but even so, her delicately beautiful, silvery head inclined, ever so slightly, to him.

  "Yes, Renwyk,” she breathed, her voice low and sultry. “Pakhit help me, yes ... "

  His laugh was full and wickedly triumphant, and it vibrated insidiously through her.

  Irisa shuddered again, groaning, unable to stifle the gasp that followed this, brought on by the most powerful wave of heat she'd yet experienced. A hot, burning, intense wave of extreme, wanton pleasure crashed through her being with the force of a tidal wave. She quivered on her feet, whimpering, the heat rising in her face as she heard Renwyk chuckling again, though it seemed through a haze of exquisite sensation.

  She was falling...

  ...then his arms, his strong arms, were around her and she slumped against him, sobbing.

  "It can be a powerful thing, my sweet Irisa,” he whispered in her ear, kissing it gently as she continued to shudder, “realizing your true desires. What you really want."

  He laid her back onto the grass, kissing her again, possessively, firmly, thoroughly and she moaned into his mouth, kissing him back, her body arcing up, pressing almost desperately against his. He was hard and heavy, strong atop her. Irisa felt the hard length of his own desire rubbing against the sensitive flesh between her legs. His leather pants were smooth and slick as his weight came down, crushing her softness beneath him, making her gasp, squirming. He released her lips and snickered softly. “Do you like this?"

  She groaned and wriggled again, finding herself free of her pants and boots as well, since she was able to bring up both knees on either side of him and her tail curled softly against her side, trembling. He pressed himself harder against her and she moaned, tears finding their way from the corners of her eyes.

  Renwyk growled deep in his throat.

  Her body was hot all over. He felt her heat through the leather, and every time she moved, it became more acute. She was panting, her body damp with sweat and her own sensuous feminine juices. Irisa's scent was heady, intoxicating, and his body ached for her, but he was determined to make certain Irisa realized how badly she wanted him.

  She'd beg before they were through, he promised himself.

  He'd not take her only to have her deny it later.

  No.

  Irisa belonged to him.

  As he looked at her, writhing slightly, moaning as he pressed his considerable weight down on her soft, vulnerable body, Renwyk knew no one else would ever possess her again.

  She was his.

  "Tell me, pet. Tell me what you want.” he growled thickly, her heat seeping deeper into his already painfully hard cock, grunting as it forced him to adjust his position.

  Irisa shifted, a soft moan of protest escaping her.

  His tail lashed against his legs in agitation. He felt himself twitch and a shot of heat lanced through him.

  A low, warning growl came from him at that.

  His eyes narrowed and he found himself kissing her again, hard and furiously. She lay crushed beneath him, frenziedly returning his kisses. Her tongue trembling against his, her body stiffened and shuddered when he rocked his hips hard against her.

  Irisa's tail slid over their writhing bodies, shaking slightly, as it found his. That light, sensual touch made Renwyk stiffen immediately, his own tail sliding across hers and entwining, as though he had no control over it.

  Irisa groaned under him, and he released her lips.

  "Gods, Irisa...” he panted, his heated voice thick, “tell me now ... I need you so badly ... You must tell me you want me as well!"

  She blinked and looked at him, her lips open, chest heaving, even as her tail caressed his and her body wriggled sensuously beneath him. “Renwyk...” she breathed, “oh, Renwyk ... you're so hard..."

  He grunted, shifting so that she stiffened again with a sharp, almost pained gasp. “Irisa...” he snarled warningly. “My patience grows thin..."

  As does my restraint ... he thought desperately.

  Irisa blinked again, then focused on his glittering sapphire eyes. Her hands slid down, over his arms, his chest, caressing him through the thick fabric of his jacket and shirt, over his hips, to the hard, throbbing bulge straining against the seam of his pants.

  When her hand slid over him, even through the leather, Renwyk stiffened and growled loudly, nearly jerking his hips back from her touch. It took every bit of self-control remaining to him to keep still, to let her slender, black-furred hand slide between their bodies to caress him, to smooth her fingers over the rounded shape of his head, to not force her down and take her right then.

  "Irisa ... ” he snarled, knowing she could feel him twitching, throbbing, growing against the tight restriction, knowing she realized how painful this pleasure was for him, how much it was torturing him. “I swear, I will tie you, naked and horny, to the tree and leave you for the dogs if you don't answer me!"

  She froze and her hand stilled against him.

  "Renwyk..."

  "Answer me, Irisa,” he snarled, yanking her hand away from his body as he grabbed her other wrist and pinned them over her head.

  "Do you want me?" Renwyk hissed, lips barely touching hers, sapphire eyes burning into hers.

  Irisa stiffened and moaned softly.

  "Oh, yes, Renwyk,” she breathed finally, flushing deeply scarlet. “I always have."

  His dark eyes narrowed, seared into hers a long moment.

  "Please Renwyk,” Irisa whispered, swallowing hard, “take me ... I-I need you..."

  He pushed up, away from her and she couldn't suppress a nervous, frightened whimper as he leaned back on his knees, yanking his tail from her embrace. He crossed his arms over his powerful chest and glaring down at her.

  The chill of the breeze suddenly seemed to find every inch of what she now realized was her very, very exposed body and she began to shiver.

  Gods, had she gone too fa
r?

  His sapphire eyes raked her naked, trembling body, making her completely aware of the flush beneath her fine jade fur, the hard, shuddering tips of her swollen nipples, the wet, glistening, snow white curls between her legs and her tingling, throbbing, musky female flesh, completely vulnerable to his whim. She groaned.

  Renwyk's eyes narrowed and his lips thinned as he brought his gaze slowly back up to her face.

  Maybe he'd never intended to take her at all, a horrifying thought whispered in the back of her mind. Maybe he'd just planned to force her to admit her most private and shameful fantasies while he discovered how willing a slave to his touch she really was.

  "What have I done wrong?” she whispered, “or is this your true revenge, Renwyk?"

  To use her in this way then discard her was the most personally humiliating vengeance he could take. She flushed even darker, lying there, staring up at him. Tears threatened the corners of her vision. Her body still vibrated, poised on that precarious edge and Irisa realized Renwyk knew this.

  He slid off his coat, without one word to her.

  "You've always known it,” she said softly, “what I've said can't come as any real surprise to you."

  "You denied it,” he retorted, looking back at her. “Until I forced you to admit the truth. Will you deny me again? If I give you what you want, Irisa, will you deny me once we're finished?"

  She blinked at him, another chill breeze picking up the fur on her body, ruffling it, seeping beneath it to drag icy claws across her skin and she groaned.

  "Renwyk,” she breathed, “I-it's complic—"

  "Don't,” he replied coldly. “No, it's not my revenge. I'm not as callous as that."

  "Then what?” Her voice shook.

  His eyes narrowed.

  "I want you to beg me,” he hissed. “Beg me and I will take you. One more time."

  He slid two fingers between her legs, into the slick, warm wetness he found there. Watching her with cool eyes, he rubbed a finger lightly against the hard, little nub of her clit and Irisa hissed sharply. Her body went very still.