Craving Maul (Star Joined Book 1) Page 6

  Even in my current drug-fueled, overly-aroused state, the sight of his cock gives me pause.

  Not only is it massive, nearly as thick as my arm, but it’s darker, almost charcoal in color, and covered in weird grooves and rounded bumps.

  Alien STD? God, I hope not.

  He reaches for me and for a moment all I see is his claws. I recoil and he pauses with a frown.

  We stare at each other, with him frowning and me panting like I’ve just run a marathon.

  “I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly, and reaches for me again.

  I’d believe him if he didn’t still have his claws out.

  “I’d never hurt you,” he tries to further reassure me even as he lashes out.

  His claws slice through the fabric of my frock like it’s butter, exposing me from neck to stomach. The fabric parts and just seems to melt right off me, sliding to the bed in pieces.

  And there’s not a scratch on me.

  The air hits my breasts and my nipples immediately harden into two tight little diamonds. I draw in a deep breath, causing my breasts to rise up.

  Before I can blow the breath back out, he’s grabbing me and squeezing my right breast in his massive left hand. The constriction feels so good I can’t help but moan.

  He plays with me. Molding and working the soft flesh. The skin of his palm is a little rough, the texture strange and scratchy, but welcome.

  After a moment, his other hand comes down, palming my left breast. He squeezes gently at first, as if he’s afraid he’s going to hurt me, so I look into his eyes and show him how much I like it with my moans.

  As my moans increase in volume, the grip and pressure of his hands increases until I’m arching off the bed and begging him for more.

  “You like that?” he rasps, the glow in his eyes dimming until they’re only gleaming.

  “Yes,” I mewl long and needy.

  He’s quiet for a moment, just squeezing both breasts in tandem, then his head drops down and his long, pink tongue snakes out of his mouth to lap at my nipple.

  “Oh god,” I gasp and arch up so hard I nearly break my back.

  “Yes,” he growls, his tongue dragging against me in long, lingering strokes. “I shall be your god now.”

  I shake my head, lowering my spine back down to the bed. That’s something that’s just going to stay lost in translation.

  I feel his knee bump against my thigh and I spread myself wider, opening for him. He fits himself between my legs and my heart skips a beat as I feel the crown of his cock bump against my folds.

  He’s so close. So damn close. My skin flushes with heat and my muscles tighten in anticipation.

  Instinctively, I rock my hips, unable to stop myself from rubbing against him.

  It feels so good I could cry.

  And yet, I still fucking ache for more.

  Will this torture never end? How long must I suffer, trapped between hell and bliss?

  Reaching down, I grab at his ears, just wanting to get his attention, but he must think I’m trying to do something else. Something like stop him. A thick silvery rope suddenly appears out of nowhere and begins to wrap around my wrists, pulling them together. Then the rope thrusts up, forcing my arms up and over my head.

  The alien stops licking my breast and his head pops up. He stares into my eyes as he reaches down and pushes his thick, claw-less fingers through my soaked folds.

  I writhe against the bed, my hips rocking up as I throb and ache to take him deep inside me. He continues to stare into my eyes, the expression on his face fierce as he pushes his fingers into my tight hole.

  “You’re so little,” he says like it’s a bad thing. He pulls his fingers out and holds them up to his eyes for inspection. “But warm and wet.”

  His fingers disappear into his mouth and his eyes flash. He groans a little, like he just ate something delicious, before pulling them out. “Do all humans make these secretions?”

  Inside, my walls tremble and quake after his invasion. That brief thrust of his fingers was nothing short of pure torture.

  Can’t he tell what he’s doing to me? Is he purposely fucking with me?

  Still staring at me, his hand drops and his fingers thrust inside me again then pull out. He works them in and out of me, scissoring them as he spreads me open. Stretching me out in preparation.

  I come in an explosion of stars. Screaming out, I declare my undying love for his fingers as I gush all over them.

  “Still too small...” he hisses in frustration as I float back down from the heavens.

  Already, my throat feels raw and my body is starting to tire. Coming a gazillion times is exhausting.

  His fingers leave me, making a wet, squelching sound as he pulls out. He looks down at his hand as if it has somehow offended him and then once more pushes his dripping digits into his mouth.

  His eyes nearly roll up into the back of his head as he groans in pleasure and I feel this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach as I watch him enjoy the taste of me. The pulse throbbing in my clit grows in intensity as I wonder what it would feel like to have his mouth down there.

  When he pulls his fingers out of his mouth, his eyes seem to refocus, lasering in on me.

  “Forgive me,” he hisses. “I can wait no longer…”

  Thank fucking god, I nearly scream as he reaches between us and positions the crown of his massive cock against my entrance.

  He swirls his cock around, wetting it with my juices. My eyelids flutter and it’s hard to remain focused on what he’s doing and not get lost in what I’m feeling.

  Slowly, torturously, he begins to ease himself inside me.

  Head dropped forward, his gaze is locked on where we are joining and I can’t help but look too. My skin against his looks even more pink and glistening, and only the very tip of his massive dark cock has disappeared.

  There’s a little pinch of pain as my walls stretch to accommodate him.

  “What is this for?” he asks and then suddenly the pad of his thumb is pushing against my clit.

  I jerk and thrash beneath him, my movements causing me to take him a little deeper.

  “Oh,” he drawls out, like he just figured it out.

  Eyes flicking up, he looks at my face, watching me as he experiments. When I finally still, his thumb presses against my clit again, gently smashing it down.

  I throw my hips up, taking him even deeper inside me. I feel a little pop and then suddenly the crown of his cock is completely filling me.

  “Fucking hell,” he groans and his thumb stills.

  Head dropping forward again, he makes some gasping noises and then he begins to ease himself in more.

  I can feel every little bump, every little groove rubbing against my walls.

  Nearly delirious now with my need to have him buried deep inside me, I thrust my hips up hard.

  He grunts out and reaches down to grab me by the hips. “Be careful, little one, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Inch by inch, he slowly fills me up. And I swear as I watch, he’s so big, I can see his cock moving inside me through my belly.

  When he finally bottoms out, I experience the strangest feeling. I’m a little queasy but very excited.

  I’ve never felt so full, so completed.

  “Stars have mercy,” he shudders above me.

  I clamp down, my thighs tightening around his hips as I try to pull him in even more.

  “Fuck,” he curses loudly, surprising me, which only makes my grip on him tighten. “It’s a muscle… a fucking muscle…”

  He starts to withdraw, slowly easing himself out, and all those little bumps of his seem to snag on me, creating the most wonderful and horrible friction.

  He slams himself back in, his tip pounding into my core.

  The sick, insatiable thing coursing through my veins begins to ease as he fucks me. Each thrust of his cock, each slam against my inner barrier, seems to break the drug down.

 
Then finally, blessedly, the sensations feel like normal sensations.

  In and out he pumps, driving himself inside me. The bed beneath us begins to quake and I swear I can hear the metal of the ship creaking.

  When I come it’s because I want to come. The pressure building inside of me swells just before I lock around him and explode.

  Relief.

  I experience sweet, sweet relief as the waves roll through me. The walls of my sex contract and something deep inside me gushes. I could stay like this forever.

  After so many orgasms I’m tired, so tired…

  But then he’s jerking and trembling above me and I’m being flooded with warmth. The warmth is so lovely and never-ending. It just seems to goes on and on. Fluids leak down my thighs and a smell hits the air, so sweet I can nearly taste it.

  I’m even fuller now but I’m sated. I start to slip under again, letting exhaustion take me.

  “Mine,” I hear him roar before I pass out in bliss.

  Chapter Eight

  Maul

  Swirling currents of pleasure and warmth float me through lust-filled dreams. My soul feels free and open, something I have never felt before but now there is a completion.

  Snapping out of the fog of dreams, I want to thrust the warm fleshy weight covering my body away. I don’t though. I can’t push the other part of my soul away any easier than I could sever my own tail.

  It’s an alien feeling to have another draping themselves across my body though. Her skin is softer than mine, it’s almost too soft. Even her stature is small compared to my race. Everything about this situation is alien. She’s not as solidly put together as my race. Her body, and I am assuming her race, is rather fragile.

  She is just so small, and our bonding last night gives proof to my thoughts. I could feel the bones in her wrists as I held her down with my tail. Her body, while fitting perfectly in my arms, doesn’t take up the room that mine does.

  And her hands barely fit around my cock.

  During our second mating, her tiny pink tongue lashed at my cock, and she tried to fit me in her mouth but she could barely take the tip of the head.

  I’m not sure how to quantify the presence I feel now that she is so tightly wrapped around me. I’ve thrown every rule my society has ever put in place out the window when it comes to forming a bond.

  I’ve been screwed by some cosmic fucking twist of fate.

  The Tribunal will no doubt have issues with what has happened as well. Fuck, Rathturians have never as a species found a bonded mate outside of our own species.

  Never.

  Fuck. On a list of firsts, none of the ones I’ve done have been what I would call a good idea.

  A bonding is something sacred in my race, there are rituals one must follow, acknowledgments that must be addressed.

  That went out the space lock in one fell fucking swoop.

  She squirms her body against mine and that smooth skin again mystifies me. How does her species protect itself without a tough scaled hide? I understand not all races have the same natural protections as a Rathturian, but if all humans are as small and soft as her…

  They are going to be an endangered species before too long.

  The human race is off limits when it comes to interspecies relations. For lack of a better phrase, the whole race is a zoo exhibit for the time being. If they advance past the beginnings of interstellar travel and move into interstellar conquering, we would consider them a race to either subjugate or enslave.

  I’ve crossed a major line when I killed the Prigs. I’ve stolen three slaves, commandeered a smuggler’s jump ship, and I’ve bonded with a human. The smelly bastards are not going to sit idly by as I go rushing to the Tribunal. No, they will be hunting me now. Hunting everything I’ve taken from them.

  Especially the human.

  How strange is it that I’ve bonded with this small, delicate, beautiful creature and I don’t even know what to call her beyond her species?

  If this was on my homeworld with another Rathturian, we would lock ourselves off from the universe for the next week. The bonding process can be quite intense during the first three days. Ravenous lusts would overcome us both often enough that we would be good for nothing but each other’s desires.

  Pregnancy is often the result of the first day. Males having stored up their seed until the first time of copulation.

  Pre-bonded sexual experimentation is rarely, if ever, done by my species.

  From the holographic educational tools I’ve viewed, I’m lucky I think, that our species are similar in design at least.

  If she had been one of the Ongwan, we would have a hard time fitting our cocks together.

  That brings me to a disturbing thought. The females of our race do not have muscles down there, or at least not the ability to control them like she did. From the educational videos I’ve seen, it’s quite rare the male achieves such explosive results the second or third time. The first time is the breaking of the dam, after that it’s more often small spurts.

  My mate’s muscles denied that, or as she called it—her pussy. That tight, amazingly wet and warm muscle milked my throbbing cock for every single drop it could.

  I want to relive those moments in my head. Each second of her body sliding across my own.

  I want to lay in this bed, her scent enveloping me. Something about the way her body smells drives my mind hazy with lust. I could barely keep myself from shoving my thick cock deep into her last night. Thankfully, I was just able to control myself. If I hadn’t been able to keep that small amount of control, I might have hurt her badly.

  My hand slides slowly up and down the smooth expanse of her back. Her small frame snuggles in tightly as she murmurs something quietly. I can feel the flow of arousal building in my heavy cock as it begins to stir.

  “Maul... I can tell from your hormone levels that they are beginning to elevate again. Perhaps I could persuade you to come out of your cave to speak with me first?” Marketh’s voice comes to me through the fog I’m starting to feel overcome me.

  “Not now,” I growl back to him.

  My hand slides down to her small, pale ass cheek and begins to rub softly against it.

  “Captain,” I can feel the emphasis he puts on the word as he breaks through the fog once again. “You are needed on the fucking bridge right the fuck now.”

  Sliding her arm and leg off my body, I slide my way out of bed. It’s by force of will alone that I make my tail unwrap itself from her waist. It feels all wrong to leave her here alone without my body as protection.

  I don’t like the feeling I get as I move off the bed. I walk over to where my pants and shirt lay rumpled on the cold metal decking. Sliding them on almost feels like an offense as I look on my life partner.

  It feels perverse to be clothed while that beautiful naked creature lies there in bed.

  As if sensing my thoughts, she begins to shudder. Her hands snake out, looking for me I think. Finding only a pillow, she yanks it to her body, curling up around it.

  My own body isn’t doing much better as I pull my shirt over my head. It’s quickly trying to rationalize the need to get back in bed where it’s warm and a soft pale-skinned woman awaits me.

  Fucking stars, I do not want to leave right now.

  My hands are starting to lift my shirt back up when Marketh’s voice startles me. “Maul, seriously, get out of there now!”

  Tension begins to seep into my shoulders as I turn towards the cabin door. I swear I would wring his neck if I could get my hands around the little fucking jelly bastard.

  The door to the room whooshes open as I slap the palm of my hand on the pad beside of it. Last night, between the first and second session of our bond, I sealed us in here trying to ensure no one would interfere as Marketh is doing now.

  I look down at the embedded silver cuff around my wrist. I’m far too tempted to rip the black fucking station he would normally dock his physical orb onto out of the flesh that is embedded in my
skin.

  A blast of cold, fresh air slams into my face as I take a step over the threshold of the doorway. Stepping into the hall, the door behind me closes.

  My eyes begin to swirl around the hall, my balance quickly throwing itself off a cliff. I slam my hand against the wall, trying to support myself.

  Stars only know how long I stand there, breathing heavily as I try to keep my wits about me.

  When I can finally stand up without wavering, I look around myself. I’ve never felt something so overpowering like that before. It was as if my head had become detached from my body.

  Fuck, whatever the stars did thankfully it’s over with.

  Marketh’s silver orb races down the hallway of the ship to me. Stopping just a couple of feet short of me, he all but yells, “Are you okay, Maul? What the fuck was that?”

  Lifting my shoulders in a shrug, I’m at a loss to explain what just happened. As much as I hate not knowing something, that was completely out of my realm of experience.

  “I… I don’t know. As soon as the door shut to my cabin it was like the whole universe was turned upside down.”

  “I can tell. Your vital signs were all over the place. It was as if our whole beings were completely thrown into a wormhole.”

  The silver orb shudders in the air in front of me.

  Fuck, whatever happened to me must have been just as disturbing to him. “Are you okay Mar?”

  “Yes. I’ve done several full scans of ourselves. We’re… completely normal. Well, as normal as we can be with your body gushing hormones all over the place and your pheromones oozing out of your pores like sweat.”

  “I’m not oozing, Marketh,” I say, rubbing my eyes.

  I’m not entirely sure what happened, and I really don’t think whatever it was... normal.

  “You are. It’s a part of the bonding, if you don’t remember from all the times you… watched… those educational videos,” Marketh says in a very snide manner.

  “You’ll be lucky I don’t chuck your little orb out the airlock,” I growl. “What is it you wanted?”