Snippet from 'Haven 7'

Copyrighted to Sandra R Neeley, 2024

 

~Vivi watched excitedly from the window of their transport as it glided slowly above Cruestace after descending through their atmosphere. The views she’d been able to get so far were drastically different from any she’d expected. Though it had been described to her many times, words just didn’t do it justice. Cruestace was like something out of a dream, it’s appearance almost the opposite of anything she’d ever seen on Earth, or anywhere else. And it was spectacular!

The fields below them swayed in the winds created by their airship; their tall, thin, opalescent white grasses imitating the flow of soft waves on a calm ocean. The waters of Cruestace’s oceans and lakes glistened like mirrors as their multi-shaded orange waters reflected the soft yellow and green hues of the sky, creating the illusion of a rainbow on the ocean’s orangey surface.

Vivi’s face was pressed to the window, her hand flattened against the surface of it as well, her soft gasps and exclamations as she was able to see more and more of the planet’s surface as they cruised above it, making Quin smile. He stepped forward, slipping a hand around her thickening waist from behind and rested his hand on her rounded belly. “What do you think, my Ehlealah?”

She quickly glanced away from the window to look up at his face. “It’s stunning, Quin. I could never have imagined it!”

He gazed out of the window, trying to see his world through her eyes.

As she turned back to the window, he pressed his lips to her temple without taking his eyes off the landscapes below their transport. “I am pleased that you like it. This is our home now. This is where we’ll raise our younglings. Where we’ll lead our people and live our lives, side by side.”

“You sound more ominous than excited,” Vivian said, turning in his arms to look into his eyes.

Quin smiled down at her with just a hint of hesitation. “It is a drastic change. I know it is what I must do, but it is very daunting.”

“Daunting? To you? There’s nothing you can’t do!” she exclaimed.

He looked away briefly before meeting her gaze again. “I know I can fulfill the duties required of me, my whole life has prepared me for it. I’m worried that it may be too much for you. I’m worried that you will not be happy here. And though I hesitate to voice it to any others, I will speak the words to you, now. This is my vow to you, Vivi. If you become unhappy here, we will return to Command Warship 1. I will not live any life that causes my Ehlealah misery. Know that you will not be forced to live here with no alternative.”

Vivian lifted up on tiptoe, trying to kiss Quin, who quickly caught her as she became unbalanced and toppled into him.

He obediently lowered his head as she reached up to him again, and eagerly accepted her kiss.

“I love you. And I love that you are so worried about me adapting to life here. But it’ll be fine. I have you. I’ll have our baby, and I’ll have your parents to help me, along with Au'revele. Some of our security force is arriving with us, and though some of our friends are still aboard Command Warship 1, some are here, too and others can come and go for visits. It’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why all this doubt? We spoke about this in detail before making the decision.”

“I suppose it’s knowing that responsibility can often intrude in the lives of those who represent our people. I’ve seen it first hand with my parents, and my grandparents before them. I don’t want that to happen to us.”

“We won’t let it happen.”

“You will speak to me if it does.”

“Loudly!” she said animatedly.

Quin kissed her, the turned her to look out of the window again. “There’s the palace. That’s our home.”

Vivian gasped again. “Oh, my God! It looks like the Taj Mahal! But it’s peach!”

“Peach?” Quin asked.

“Not really pink, and not really cream, a kind of in between with hints of very pale terracotta thrown in.”

“Do you like peach?” he asked, a little confused at her description.

“I love it!”

“Good. Peach is good, then.”

“Sovereign, we’re approaching the landing pad. Our forces are in place.”

“Sire — I have not taken the Oath yet.”

“Yes, Sire.”

“Proceed,” Quin said.

“Forces are in place?” Vivi asked.

“On Command Warship 1, I had complete control. Here, planet-side, there are so many more threats that must be considered. Security is a much greater endeavor here. There will always be security forces present. Military guards stationed on the palace grounds. Certain regiments are rotated in and out of service at the palace so that all have a chance to experience any position they may be interested in. Once they’ve decided which they prefer they can request to be permanently assigned. We’ve got stations in many places on Cruestace as well as orbiting our planet and on several others. Do not forget that we have always been a military people first and foremost.”

“I feel like I’m part of something really important,” Vivian said, grinning happily.

Quin regarded her briefly, his expression one of confusion. “You are part of the Royal Family. Do not forget, my Vivi, you are Sirena. You will be Sovereigna.”

“You are royal, I’m just a girl from Earth,” she said smiling softly.

“Do you know any other who can calm me when I’m about to lose control? Any other who can make me feel. Any other who can send my soul from destruction to elation in a matter of moments?”

“I suppose not,” Vivi answered, blushing slightly.

“You hold more power than any other living being in my world. I bow to you, my Ehlealah,” he said, executing a perfect bow, only to reach out, snarling, as he caught himself on the interior wall of the transport when knocked off balance as Kitty shoved past both of them to get a view through the window.

“He should have stayed on the ship!” Quin grouched.

“I’d have missed him. He’s my Kitty,” Vivian said.

Quin scowled. “Yes, I’m aware. It is the only reason he is allowed to remain with us.”

“He’s my friend. And I know you really don’t mind him so much.”

Both Kitty and Quin snarled softly.

Vivian started laughing, both of them too stubborn to admit they even slightly liked each other.

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Snippet from 'Valka, Dark Orcs of Helfallow' 

Copyrighted to Sandra R Neeley 2024

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~Valka woke suddenly, opening his eyes, but lying perfectly still as he listened to the sounds around himself. With a grimace, he rearranged his cock where it lay pressed against his belly. The dream that had awakened him had stopped just short of giving him release. He closed his eyes again and tried to regain that dream space somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. In his mind’s eye, Delia was splayed out before him, her legs spread wide, every bit of her open to his whims. His tongue lapped at her softest flesh and he smiled to himself when the softest moans escaped her. His hard cock jumped again at the thought of her. He could smell her. He could taste her.

Opening his eyes again, he turned his head to watch the woman sleeping on her side next to him. He’d planned to make her wait until she wanted him — after much teasing of course. But on second thought, why should he deny himself? She was his to do with as he wished, and at this moment he wished for relief.

Valka gently rolled Delia toward him, just enough that she was now reclining on her back. Sitting up to better see her, he pulled back the fur that was covering them and looked down at her body. She was pleasant to look at. Soft, rounded about the hips and belly, her thighs plump and dimpled, her breasts full and pendulous and heavy. His eyes strayed up toward her face. Her head was crowned with the silver hair that had caught his attention to begin with, and her face had lines etched in it, just as he did, from age. The creases in his face all pulled down, and were from scowling and snarling. But hers… hers framed her mouth, letting him know that she smiled a lot. And the tiny curved lines at the outer edges of her eyes, he’d be willing to bet that when she smiled her eyes crinkled up. She carried the most beautiful lines and creases in her face. Gifts of age and a life well lived that not everyone got the chance to wear.

Scooting down near her feet in his bed, he picked up one of her legs and lay it over his shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the warm, natural scent that was only hers. And his. It only stood to reason that if she was his, then her scent was his, too. Lying between her legs, only seconds from indulging in the reality of the dream that had awakened him, he smirked to himself when he thought of her reaction when she woke with his mouth on her, his tongue inside her. That smirk grew to a full-blown grin as he lowered his mouth. Maybe one day he’d tell her that part of the attraction he held for her was the fact that he loved to provoke her. She was not afraid to let him know she was unhappy with him, and a part of him took great enjoyment from that.

Pressing his nose into her folds, he opened his mouth and swiped his tongue up the length of her slit, bottom to top, paying particular attention to the spot at the very top where it all came to a meeting point. Somewhere in there, he’d heard tell that a special pearl of flesh lay, just waiting to be stimulated to give the female pleasure. He’d never bothered with it before. Now, though, it seemed appropriate. If she was his, then she should be pleasured, because if she sought pleasure elsewhere, he’d have to kill them both, and that was something he didn’t really want to do. Not her, anyway. Whichever male was stupid enough to touch Delia deserved to die, but not necessarily Delia herself. So, it behooved him to give her pleasure.

Valka waited, his head poised above her for just a moment longer, disappointed that she gave no response. Lowering his head again, he took a little more time, exploring, tasting, teasing, even biting just enough to give her sharp little tingles. She shifted, and he raised his head to watch her wake. Only she didn’t wake. She settled right back into sleep.

Scowling now, he lowered his head again, but happened to notice something that hadn’t been there before. A small, little bit of flesh, peeking out from a slightly raised hood skin, doing its best to keep the little bit covered. Valka lifted a finger and touched the bit, moving it around and feeling it a little stiffer than the skin surrounding it. It felt, almost round. Like a pebble, or a pearl. Valka grinned. “The pearl,” he whispered. Lowering his head, he flicked the small hard bit of flesh, causing Delia to roll her hips in response. Valka smiled again before settling in to concentrate on that small pearl. He licked it, flicked it, and finally sucked it into his mouth.

His actions had Delia moaning and lifting her hips, almost in offering to him. He licked her faster and faster, his own hips rubbing against the furs they slept in, his cock leaking as much as she was. Unable to wait any longer, he rose up on his hands and knees above her, holding himself steady with his cock resting against her throbbing pussy.

The cessation of impending pleasure had Delia opening her eyes groggily.

She pulled back from him, lifting a hand to place against his chest.

“Mine,” he said simply. Only there was no demand, no dare to argue the point, just a statement. Then he licked his lips, drawing her attention to his mouth and her juices glistening there. Valka rolled his hips, pushing himself against her, giving her at least an indication of what was about to happen.

“Valka…” she said, the first of a sentence he’d never hear the end of, because at that exact moment, he pressed forward, forcing his hard, wide, bumpy cock into her waiting pussy.

Delia sucked in a quick breath, whimpering slightly as she adjusted to his girth and length. She was certainly no virgin, but it had been a while since she’d accommodated a male this way, and she’d never encountered one of his size.

Valka didn’t give her much of a chance to adjust though. As soon as he felt the first squeeze of her inner muscles around his cock, he started thrusting, riding her harder and faster than she’d ever experienced. It took only a couple of minutes for her to completely relax and begin meeting his thrusts.

The higher she raised her hips, the more exposure she got to Valka’s body. Not only did he have bumps and lumps along his shaft, but there was a raised place just above the base of his cock, causing the base of his pubic bone to round and stand out just slightly from the rest of that area. And that rounded, raised area of pubis, was covered in bumps much like the ones covering his cock. When she rubbed herself against that area, her clit all but sat up and begged for more.

Valka noticed right away that she continuously rubbed herself against him, and decided to accommodate her despite him pile-driving himself as deeply and quickly into her as he could. He shifted position, crawling up her body just a few inches, to cause his pubis to drag across her clit each and every time he stroked into her.

“Oh, God!” she rasped out, her eyes closing, her head falling back, while at the same time her good hand came up to grasp his biceps, holding tightly to him as he fucked her better than she’d ever been fucked. “Yes, yes, yes,” she begged, going completely still, afraid to move because she didn’t want to break contact in that delicious little bumpy area that rubbed over her clit non-stop. “Faster,” she begged, holding her body tense and on the edge of climax.

Valka obliged her, picking up speed and force, determined to show her why she needed to be loyal to him.

Delia began to pant in quick, little breaths. A keening starting to build in her chest as she could feel the ecstasy building.

Valka began growling, causing Delia to open her eyes to make sure all was still safe. She found him with his head back, his lips pulled back in a grimace, a steady growl letting her know he was on the edge of control. Suddenly, he grabbed one of her thighs and yanked her body against his, grinding his pubis against her clit, and his cock deep inside her.

Delia cried out, her body trembling, her channel threatening to break off his cock inside her as it spasmed around him, and his body began to shoot near searing jets of come into her.

Valka roared as he came, freezing his hips mid-motion, seemingly burrowing himself in deeper, centimeters at a time.

Delia’s entire body was in ecstasy. Every inch of her was caught in a moment of pure unadulterated bliss as she lay pinned beneath Valka, her mind replaying their sex play over and over again, as a gentle smile curved her lips. She tried to grip him again, internally. But realized she couldn’t. She was stretched so full, and getting fuller, that she couldn’t make herself squeeze against the massive intruder spreading her wider and wider. She opened her eyes, peering over his massive green shoulder where it rested just over her face, Valka taking a break from holding himself up over her, but also doing his best not to crush her beneath his massive body.

“What’s happening?” she whispered. “It’s getting tighter. You’re swelling and it’s so hard I can’t even squeeze anymore.”

“Delia mine,” he said.

“Yes, we’ve established that. What is your dick doing inside me?”

“Mine,” he repeated.

“It is going to tear me in half?” she asked, actually beginning to grow concerned.

Valka lifted up just enough to slide a hand under her ass and hold her body against his as he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh as his arms and legs splayed out to either side, leaving her lying across his body. “Still,” he said.

Delia tried to tentatively lift her hips just a little.

“Ahhh!” Valka half-shouted. “No!” he scolded, lifting a hand to pop one side of her ass sharply.

“Ahhh!” she shouted in response to him spanking her. “Don’t do that!”

“Hurt Valka!” he accused.

“You’re hurting me!”

“No, hurt. Make baby. Baby cry. Valka no like baby,” he grumbled.

“Good! Because I can’t have any babies. I’m not young enough anymore.”

Valka lifted his head and looked at her suspiciously. “Delia old?” he asked.

She scowled down at him. “I am not old.”

“No baby. Delia old.”

“Fine. I’m old. So are you. And you should be glad, especially if you don’t want babies. I can’t have any.”

Valka closed his eyes again and lay his head back again. “Valka like old Delia.”

“I’m not old.”

“Old Delia, good.”

“I’m not old!” she insisted a little more firmly.

“And loud. Loud old Delia,” he said, grinning as he began to fall asleep, with her still lying atop him.

“When will that thing between your legs let me go?” she asked.

“Later,” he grumbled. “Shhh, loud Delia.”

She waited a few moments, then tried to lift her hips off Valka once more.

He didn’t shout this time, but he did smack her on the ass again.

Grumbling and cursing under her breath, she finally gave up and rested her head against his shoulder, closing her own eyes to try to get some rest until the swelling in Valka’s cock went down enough for her to be able to finally climb off the massive male who was the absolute best lover she’d ever experienced.

A few minutes after she settled down and began to relax, she felt Valka’s arms come around her. “Valka’s Delia. Safe,” he promised.

Delia couldn’t help it, she smiled. Leave it to her to find a male halfway around the world from her home, huge and green, complete with tusks and growly as hell, to finally want to take care of her. Every man she’d ever cared about had let her down — maybe this mythical creature of a male would be the one who wouldn’t.~

                                                                       

 

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