Terminus and Shadow by A. Khan
Born into privilege, groomed to be a playboy--it's Dakon's last day as a free male. A naive young stud is no match for the Galaxy's premier criminal.When his parents cheat the psychopathic boss of the MarZan cartel, Dakon has to pay--possibly with his life. This novelette explains how Dakon transformed from a carefree player to become Shadow, a disfigured alpha gladiator full of anger and angst.
Dakon is an alien male in his early twenties who was raised by his parents, two grifters who groomed him to be a playboy. He’s been told to “service” the rich and eager Armena, who went to great lengths to strongarm his parents to garner an afternoon with the stud. He has been with her before.
Dakon
I review my mental notes, remembering exactly what Armena liked the last time we were together.
She opens the door wearing only panties and a smile. It’s nearly impossible to guess a female’s age on Bellumar. These are the richest people in the galaxy. If there is a potion or a surgery available, proven or unproven, most of these females have tried it at least once. I know she has a son my age. She’s at least as old as my mother. It doesn’t matter. Her face and body are nearly perfect. A pang of lust contracts my balls.
“Armena, you’re beautiful as always.” Our eyes lock. Her pert, brown nipples harden under my gaze. The smell of her arousal perfumes the air. My cock kicks beneath my slacks.
Reaching behind her neck, I pull her toward me and kiss her lightly on her lips. She lifts on her toes and grabs my shoulders. Deepening the kiss, I press inside her mouth and stroke her tongue with mine.
“You taste amazing, Mena.” I know this is my job, but when I’m doing it, I’m fully in the moment. With Armena it’s no hardship.
I nip my way to her ear, then invade it with the tip of my tongue. I feel her shiver, hear her low moan.
“So responsive, Sweet.” I breathe deeply in the shell of her ear, then suck my breath in.
“Dakon.” Her voice is throaty. She presses her breasts against my chest.
“This isn’t the room you share with your husband?”
She shakes her head. Good, all I need is for her ancient husband to interrupt us and posture his outrage. I have no desire to get into a fistfight to protect anyone’s honor.
“Foreplay on the couch? In the shower? Up against the window for half of Bellona to see? Name it, Mena. You went to a lot of trouble for this.”
“I know I was naughty, Dakon. I shouldn’t have tried to blackmail you just for a few hours in bed. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you… and that delicious cock of yours… since last we met.”
“Yes, you’ve been very naughty. Perhaps by the time we’re done you’ll be tired of this cock.” I press my hips against her taut belly.
Her hands paw at the waistband of my slacks, trying to undo the clasp. She finally gives up and slides her fingers against my skin until I’m sheathed in her grasp.
“Fuck!” I moan against her neck, my knees sagging. Her hand surrounds me and she works me firm and slow. I pull away from her, toe off my shoes, and pull off my pants. “Slow down, Sweet, or we’ll get to the good parts too soon.”
She swiftly unbuttons my shirt, then tosses it over her shoulder and onto the floor. “There’s no such thing as too soon, Dakon. Besides, if I remember correctly, you can go all day and all night. We’ll just get to the second course that much sooner.” She sends me a sly, sexy smile.
I slip my hand down her panties and massage her mons with the heel of my hand. She sucks air in through her teeth, opens her stance, and presses into me.
“Looks like Mena’s ready to come,” I hiss into her ear and nip her lobe. “But Dakon wants to tease.” I pull back to watch her expression in time to see her lids lower and the corners of her mouth curve upward.
My finger slides along her damp folds, then circles her core. “Dripping wet for me, Mena. I haven’t forgotten what you taste like,” I whisper as I sweep some of her juices toward her clit. Her hips swivel as she tries to encourage my fingers toward her nub.
I pull away slightly and wait to catch her gaze before I slip my fingers in my mouth and make a show of sucking her taste off them. My cock bobs upward, liking the taste as much as I do.
“Dakon.” She reaches for my cock, her expression heavy-lidded and full of passion, but I pivot out of her reach. “I need you,” she pouts.
“I’m going to make you need me more.” My smile is full of promise. I lift her and sit her on the gold couch in the living area of the lavish suite. I kneel between her legs, reach forward to kiss her, and pluck her nipples until a low moan escapes her lips. A moment more of this and she’s writhing against the seat, panting. Her husband looks a lot older than her. I wonder how long it’s been since a male’s been balls deep pounding into her. That’s okay. It won’t be much longer.
I pull off her panties and lift her heels onto the edge of the couch. “Spread wide for me, Mena. Let me see all that pretty pink between your thighs.” Leaning forward, I cup her sex in my hand and let her needy flesh press hard against me.
One hand thumbing her nipple, the other working her sex, I keep assaulting her senses and ramping her up. She lifts onto the soles of her feet, which are still on the couch and is riding me. Her hands are on my shoulders, she’s panting in passion. I slip one finger into her and feel her muscles contract around me. “Oh, Dakon, why are you teasing me so?” Her voice is husky with lust.
She’s a beautiful woman, flushed with passion, not afraid to ask for what she wants. Her breasts are bouncing as she rides me. Her sex is dripping wet. I set her onto the couch, lean down and lap at her bud, it’s plump with arousal.
“Ummm,” she sits back, her heels on the edge, and scoots forward to give me better access. With my mouth working her clit and my fingers hammering into her, she finds her release in a minute of coming with a series of long, deep moans, her head thrown back in pleasure.
My cock is bobbing in both appreciation and anticipation. He’s ready for action, but I give Mena a moment to catch her breath while I carry her to the bed in the other room and gently toss her onto the middle of it.
“Let me suck that beautiful cock of yours,” she says as she crawls on all fours to the edge of the bed and reaches for me. When I walk to her, giving her free access, she slides onto her knees on the floor, grabs my ass cheeks, and pulls me right into her mouth.
“Holy Hells, Mena,” I curse as I feel her warm lips surrounding me. I feel the points of her polished nails pressing into the flesh of my ass as I try to hold back my initial urge to release into that willing, talented mouth. One of her hands slips between my legs and cups my balls. “So good, Sweet.” I’m trying to let her control the speed and depth of the thrusting—it’s all I can do not to plunge all the way to the hilt.
She’s moaning in the back of her throat, adding vibration to the already heady mix. She grabs the root of my shaft with one hand, fisting the part of me that won’t fit in her mouth. Her hand and mouth working in unison push me over the edge and I release into her mouth with a moan.
I pull her up and ease her onto the bed, then almost fall onto it. She straddles me and is pelting me with kisses on my chest, my abdomen, my navel, and below. “I know you think I can go all night and all day, Sweet, but I’ll need a minute to recover.
Her answer is to use the flat of her tongue to lick me like a child’s candy from root to tip, then flick the little hole with the point of her tongue. “We taste so good together, though, Dakon.” The sunny expression on her face makes her look young.
Her one little lick was effective. I feel my cock begin to rise to the occasion. “Ready for the second course, Sweet?” She nods, full of smiles. “Name it, Mena.”
Her eyes widen, obviously unsure, then, “What’s on the menu?” Her voice is low, aroused.“Never mind. I’ve decided.” I have no idea what that old husband of hers is capable of, but I’m going to give her something I know he can’t.
Rolling out from under her, I stand at the foot of the bed and grab her slim ankle. I pull her until her bottom is about to fall off the foot of the bed. In a swift move, I open her knees wide and pounce, pulling her bud into my mouth. As I suck and tease, I finger fuck her slow and deep.
I wanted to make sure she was primed for what I have in mind. I also wanted to give my cock time to fully rebound. It doesn’t take long for both of us to be more than ready. Before I realize how aroused she is, she comes hard, writhing on my thrusting fingers, almost screaming in pleasure.
I forgot how sexual this female is, how capable of multiple orgasms. I don’t need to give her any time to recover, so I rise slightly and plunge into her all the way to the hilt.
“Dakon!” she groans on a gasp.
I easily lift her off the bed and carry her to the wall at the foot of the bed. Pressing her back against the wall, I take a quick look to make sure she’s comfortable, then begin slamming into her. My thrusts are deep, quick, and so vigorous our bodies make a slapping sound as I launch into her over and over.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh Gods, so good Dakon.”
I slam harder, pressing my pelvis against her every time I hit bottom, making sure her clit gets the right amount of pressure. Her knees are bent over my flexed elbows as my hands pull her thighs toward me with each thrust.
I feel her channel squeeze in pleasure as she screams with her orgasm. Her release triggers mine, though I keep pistoning into her until I can’t feel any aftershocks pulsing in her greedy core.
Without withdrawing, I walk us back to the bed and we both wind up in a panting, sweaty heap on the spread.
“Mercy, Dakon. Give me mercy. I need a moment to recover.” She’s still gasping, covered in a sheen of perspiration. I lever out from under her, and slip her under the covers, then join her there.
“Gods, that was amazing,” is all she can say as she strokes my arm. “Can you stay, Dakon? Nap with me for a moment?”
I know we’re not lovers. Males like me are supposed to fuck and leave. “I’ll stay a short while, Sweet. I have to be at the festivities tonight, though.” I don’t want to mention that her husband is probably going to be looking for her soon.
Neither of us sleeps, but she nestles against me and pets me as we smile lazily at each other.
Want to read the full story?Or buy the 10+ book series for only $9.99 here.