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  “Do you want a taste?”

  “Yes,” Tytus snarled.

  June took perverse pleasure in the fact she’d reduced him to one word answers. It emboldened her. She felt like a siren or goddess, and very much the unrepentant whore. It was a thrilling sensation, spurring her on.

  June placed her fingers to Tytus’ mouth, and he eagerly sucked them in. His hot wet tongue ran across her digits, much like he did when he licked her pussy. The erotic sensation had June spilling more moisture, as her stomach cramped in need.

  When June pulled her fingers free of Tytus’ mouth, his head followed her retreating hand, a demanding snarl vibrating in his chest. He didn’t like being denied.

  June ran her hands over Tytus’ broad chest. She loved the way he felt beneath her palms; the fine hair on his dark red skin, tickling her.

  With Tytus at her mercy, June leaned in and kissed a trail from his pecs down to his stomach. At the same time, her hand inched up his thigh. His muscles trembled as she progressed closer to the beast hiding beneath his kilt. Her tongue followed the ridges and valleys of his washboard abs, reveling in the way his breath came out ragged in response. He tasted slightly salty. June brushed her nose along his waistband, taking a deep breath. He scented of something spicy, rich and woodsy. The heady musk was dizzying.

  When her hand encircled Tytus’ cock, she felt how engorged he was, and had to see it for herself. June leaned back and lifted his kilt. His shaft jutted, proud and eager, from his pelvis.

  Oh wow. Though she’d seen his cock before, the sight still enthralled her. God he’s big.

  June stroked Tytus’ length, the knots on his shaft grazing her sensitive palms. Her fingers encircled his shaft, feeling him pulse.

  “Put your mouth on me,” Tytus demanded.

  June salivated at the idea, but she wanted something more. June held him as she straddled his hips.

  “June!”

  “Tytus!” June retorted. She refused to be deterred.

  June positioned the head of his thick cock at her slick entrance, then eased down. Tytus looked positively feral. He snarled a sound filled with desire and frustration, when her body resisted.

  She slid his broad crown back and forth across her slick folds, covering him in more of the moisture, copiously leaking from her slit. His hot turgid flesh teased her clit, as she worked his shaft.

  June took a deep breath and attempted to relax as she put Tytus where she wanted him. She pressed down and rolled her hips. When the crown of his cock popped past the mouth of her vagina, June gasped and bit her lip. The pressure was unbelievable.

  “Stop,” Tytus insisted. “You’re hurting yourself. Goddess, you’re so tight,” Tytus groaned.

  “Am I hurting you,” June panted.

  She hoped she wasn’t squeezing him too tight.

  “No, goddess,” he rumbled.

  “I want you, Tytus.”

  Despite the intense stretching, and fullness that bordered on pain, June ached for Tytus to possess her in every way possible. June reached down and frantically began rubbing her clit as she let gravity impale her further on his cock.

  “Oh,” June bit out a groan.

  Her hand braced against Tytus’ stomach as she got used to the sensation of him breaching her. The ring of knots on his shaft grazed the entrance of her vagina, teasing her. They were going to feel amazing as they rubbed against her g-spot. Her channel spasmed at the thought, and her thigh muscles started to tremble. Tytus’ cock kicked in response.

  “Son of a metcor,” he cursed between gritted teeth.

  June rubbed more of her moisture over her clit, as she slipped further down his length. She gasped when Tytus’ crown pressed against her g-spot, lighting up the bundle of nerves. June could feel him pulsing inside her. It was both agonizing and glorious. June lifted ever so slightly then pressed back down. The sensation of him abrading her slick walls was overwhelming. She was trembling all over from the effort and mounting ecstasy. The sweet torture was rapidly spiraling.

  June bit her lip nervously then let go, relaxing her strained leg muscles. Despite her attempt at restraint, a cry burst from her lips when Tytus impaled her fully. His blunt cock shoved at the recesses of her pussy, demanding she take all that he had to offer. June felt those wonderful wicked knots, as he stretched her walls. Tytus was made for pleasure, and he was all hers.

  “Come here,” Tytus demanded.

  June had trouble looking at him. Just the sight of Tytus threatened to throw her into orgasm. He incited dark fantasies, that he was a demi-god who’d ensnared her in his thrall.

  June leaned forward, heeding his command. The motion pressed Tytus even deeper into her body, and put increased pressure on her clit.

  “Oh god,” she moaned.

  June gripped Tytus’ shoulders, holding on for dear life. He was so deep, she had no clue where he ended and she began.

  “Bend your head,” he snarled, baring his fangs.

  The thought of him biting her, unnerved and stirred June, all in the same breath. She knew what would happen, and didn’t know if she could withstand it.

  June tilted her head and Tytus lunged, latching onto her neck. The instant his teeth sunk in, June’s world exploded in a maelstrom of liquid ecstasy. June arched her back, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Her nipples were hypersensitive, like everywhere else.

  June ground her hips on Tytus’ cock, reveling in the way he filled her to the breaking point. In the back of her mind June knew she was going to be more than sore come morning, but she wanted more.

  June gripped Tytus' shoulders, rose up, then shoved back down on his girth. Tytus’ hips bucked, stabbing deeper. June reeled, as every engorged, ribbed inch of him stroked against her.

  “Oh, yes, Tytus,” she moaned as the ecstasy built. “Fuck me.”

  A fresh wave of lust swept through her, as Tytus mouth worked at her neck. The erotic drug made her body more amenable to his total possession, while adding to the madness tearing through her.

  Tytus thrust upward sharply, making June cry out. He froze, buried to the hilt.

  “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” June snarled.

  Tytus curled his hips, sliding out a fraction, only to thrust up again, impaling her deep.

  “Yes,” she declared. “God, you feel so good.”

  When Tytus released her neck, June instantly attacked his mouth. Her tongue spearing in, to tangle with his. He was just as ravenous as she was. Her hands gripped his shoulders tight, her nails digging in, as Tytus began pounding into her at a heart stopping pace. June bounced on his thick cock. Each time his broad crown slammed against her g-spot, and those knots abraded her over sensitized walls, stars burst before her eyes. June desperately clawed at Tytus, as the pleasure built to epic proportions.

  Every muscle in June’s body stiffened as her orgasm threatened. Her pussy quaked harder, wrapped around his rapidly shuttling cock. On Tytus’ next lunge, June ripped free of his mouth and keened in rapture. Her channel spasmed uncontrollably as her climax struck, rhythmically squeezing Tytus’ invading member.

  “June”

  The way Tytus roared her name it was both a claim and an epithet of praise.

  When his cock shoved deep one last time, June felt him swell then erupt. She gasped as his pheromone laced seed sent her orgasm spiraling further. June collapsed, trembling against Tytus’ chest, as she succumbed to the euphoria.

  “I love you,” Tytus husked.

  “I love you too,” June mumbled, then drifted into sublime oblivion.

  11 Impedance

  Tytus quo Munitor

  Tytus kissed the top of June’s head as she slept draped across his chest. She was still straddling his waist, the heat of her body tempting him. It took everything in his power to keep his shaft from responding.

  Tytus’ mind reeled as he relived the night over and over. He never fathomed June would withstand his need. It seemed impossible, but they fit together perfectly. The way she w
ent wild when he bit her, pushed him to his limits, but June responded in kind. There was nothing sexier than watching June cry out in ecstasy as she writhed, impaled on his shaft. It surpassed anything he’d ever imagined. He wanted to shove June to the bed and do it all over again.

  A sound out in the hall brought Tytus’ attention back around to the problem at hand. He was still tied up, and June was naked. If someone entered they’d see her. Nudity was nothing to be ashamed of, and June’s body was glorious, but he wanted to keep that stunning sight all to himself.

  “Wake up, beautiful,” Tytus encouraged, as he nuzzled her hair.

  June grumbled and shook her head.

  “Yeah, come on. At least grab the blanket and cover up before someone walks in.”

  June’s head popped up, and looked around. She relaxed when she didn’t see anyone else in the room.

  “Oh my god,” June groaned when she rolled off Tytus.

  She grabbed a blanket and covered them both as she snuggled into his side.

  “How are you doing?” he asked.

  “Tired,” she said as she rubbed Tytus’ chest. “Crap, I forgot you’re tied up.”

  June grabbed her robe and struggled out of bed. Tytus frowned as he watched her hobble towards the door.

  “June, what is wrong, and where are you going?”

  “I’m going to get Sundara, to release you. And I’m fine.”

  “You don’t look like you’re moving around fine. I hurt you, didn’t I?” Tytus snarled.

  He knew this was going to happen.

  “Easy tiger. I’ve been well fucked. I’ll live.” June smiled at him with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. “And if you dare hold out on me, because of some misplaced notion that you’re too much man for me to handle; I’ll be forced to have you tied up for our future liaisons. That would be a shame, since I would think you’d want to touch all this.” June swayed her hips as she headed for the door.

  Tytus’ mouth hung open at her spirited reply.

  Goddess, I’ve truly met my match.

  “Now, don’t flip out, and try to listen when they come to release you,” June asked sweetly.

  “They treated you well. That is in their favor,” Tytus replied.

  Tytus didn’t like the situation he found himself in. He trusted June’s opinion, but he also hadn’t talked to the people who were holding him yet.

  “Oh hello,” June said to a Toufik that happened to be walking down the hall. “Can you show me where Sundara is?”

  “No need, I was coming to see if you were up.” Tytus heard a female voice. “I hope you don’t mind, I found some clothes that might fit you, June.”

  Tytus noted the Cadi female as she entered the room. She appeared nervous, yet still held her head high. She wasn’t dressed slovenly, but she also didn’t wear the elaborate dress he’d expect from a female of her station. But, what struck Tytus more than anything, was the genuine way Sundara smiled at June. It was another point in the female’s favor.

  “Great, thank you, Sundara” June replied.

  With the way June admired the clothes, Tytus was surprised she didn’t drop her robe to immediately put them on.

  “Tytus, isn’t it?” Sundara asked.

  Tytus gave her a nod, and attempted not to smirk.

  “I’m sorry for this.” Sundara pointed to his bonds.

  “Then release me,” Tytus replied sternly.

  “Have you talked to your mate?” Sundara asked June.

  “No,” June replied, as she sat on the bed next to Tytus. “I am leaving that up to you.”

  The large gray Toufik and the younger Cadi warrior, who’d shot him with the dart, entered the room. Sundara swallowed, as she looked from the two males to Tytus, then to June again.

  June nodded. Tytus’ brow rose in curiosity, at her encouraging gesture.

  “I’m going to let my mate tell you what’s going on. This might make better sense coming from him,” Sundara told Tytus.

  Tytus glanced at the Cadi warrior. He looked too young to be Sundara’s mate. Tytus’ eyes widened when the gray Toufik stepped forward and began gesturing.

  “I am Metcor,” the Toufik signed. “I extend my regrets that we mistook you for an intruder.”

  Tytus glanced at June in surprise. She was smiling knowingly, like she had when she sabotaged the rota.

  “When we saw your exotic mate, I knew that you were one of the warriors sent by the Cadi Alpha,” Metcor continued. “Because of your mate, we were encouraged to tell you of our mating.” Metcor tugged Sundara to his side and wrapped his arms around her. “We want you to know we are not responsible for my missing brethren.”

  “I am Stigand, Sundara’s brother.” Stigand stepped forward and unlocked Tytus.

  Tytus lowered his arms with a pained groan, as he considered the Cadi female and the gray alpha Toufik. This was an unexpected revelation. Tytus didn’t know of any Cadi mated to a Toufik. He could understand why they were hesitant to reveal their relationship.

  “Here is your handheld and disrupter.” Metcor passed Tytus the communicator and weapon. “I sent a messenger to the camp last night. Fire should have communicated that you are here, to the other warrior.”

  “Feroze has made it clear we are not welcome at the camp. He is suspicious of us. If you join us for first meal, you will see that none of the Toufik are here against their will,” Sundara explained.

  “Let us get ready and we will join you for first meal,” June replied.

  “Again, we are sorry,” Sundara said as the trio left the room.

  Tytus wrapped his arms around June.

  “This is not what I expected,” he said as he held onto her. “I understand now, and am inclined to agree with your impression. They acted rashly, but I can sympathize. They were protecting their extended family.”

  “That’s the conclusion I came to too. I feel bad for them. They can’t tell anyone about their relationship. Sundara is very worried for her family. Her uncles were killed, because some crazy suitor thought Sundara would mate him, and he would then inherit this plantation. The rumors about Vigdis apparently stopped all that, but now she’s worried again.”

  “Some Cadi have no honor.” Tytus nodded as the pieces fell into place. “I’m guessing all the Toufik Feroze saw, are here willingly, because they are accepted as family. But to an outsider, it looks all wrong, particularly considering the rumors about Sundara and Vigdis.”

  “The frustrating thing is, we’re back at square one, without a suspect,” June huffed.

  “No, we’ve learned more than Feroze did, and were able to mark them off our list of suspects. I doubt that any Cadi alone, would’ve been able to learn what you were able to.”

  “Stop.” June blushed.

  Tytus smiled at the way she lowered her face in embarrassment at his compliment. He wrapped his arm around her and lifted her chin.

  “Don’t hide, my exceptional mate.”

  Tytus kissed June and her warm little body melded into his. When his hand drifted to her behind, June groaned and pushed on his chest.

  “As tempting as you are, we’re expected at breakfast, lover boy,” June giggled.

  “Fine, but tonight we’re kicking Ashtoret out of the tent,” Tytus replied, as he nipped at June’s ear.

  June laughed and shoved Tytus. He fell back in the bed with a smile.

  “I can’t wait to put on something besides this overgrown robe,” she said excitedly.

  June bounced off the bed and ran to the attached bathroom with her pile of new clothes. Tytus grinned when he heard June happily humming to herself as she got ready.

  Truly amazing.

  As Tytus got up and straightened his vestments, he noticed his handheld. He picked up the communicator and hailed Ashtoret. When, the warrior didn’t answer, Tytus left a message, letting him know they’d return to camp after first meal.

  Tytus and June met Sundara, Metcor and Stigand in the hall, then headed out of the villa. Tytus took in th
e impressive view of the plantation and all the buildings making up the large estate, as they walked through the garden that extended down the hill.

  There were over a hundred Toufik gathered for the morning feast, along with a handful of Cadi that worked the plantation. June was right. The atmosphere was jovial. Youth played while females tried to coral them towards the tables.

  “My clan, I introduce Tytus, the warrior sent by the Cadi Alpha, and his exotic mate, June.” Metcor stood at the head table as he addressed the group.

  The way he acted, it was clear he was not just the alpha of this Toufik clan, but the Prime warrior of the plantation. It was a very untraditional situation.

  “No. June is not the rumored human female,” Sundara replied to one of the Cadi, when they asked if June was Giselle. “She is however similar in personality, I believe, though I have not met the Daimio’s mate.” Sundara smiled at June. “We are honored to have them as our guests. Eat up.”

  Tytus wondered what all June had discussed with the Cadi female, while he was knocked out. Tytus admired the friendship his sweet mate readily extended. She seemed to sway everyone she met.

  The female Toufik taught June several hand signals, as they tried to ply her with more food than she could possibly eat. Tytus was filled with appreciation at their warm welcome.

  When they finished eating, Metcor and Sundara gave them a tour of the compound.

  “Your mate is quite a warrior. I wish you could have witnessed how she defended you,” Metcor signed as they entered the warehouse where the dulcis was processed.

  “I can imagine. She is fearless,” Tytus chuckled.

  “She would’ve stabbed my little brother if I hadn’t stopped her,” the gray Toufik relayed.

  “Well she was supposed to stay hidden. Kali only knows what could’ve happened,” Tytus groused as he eyed June.

  “You can be pissed, but I wasn’t going to stand back and watch, while you were attacked,” June retorted.