Speaker 1: She awoke to the smell of scorched metal and alien rain.
Speaker 1: Captain Aggie Bryce crawled from the wreckage of her scout ship,
Speaker 1: ribs bruised, flight suit torn. The planet was forbidden for
Speaker 1: a reason, violet storms, carnivorous flora, and rumors of primal
Speaker 1: natives who claimed trespassers as mates. She didn't believe the
Speaker 1: rumors until he stepped from the mist. He was massive,
Speaker 1: eight feet of corded muscle, covered in deep indigo skin,
Speaker 1: spiraling horns curling from his brow like a crown of midnight.
Speaker 1: His eyes glowed amber, slitted like a predator's. A loincloth
Speaker 1: of woven vines barely contained the heavy ridge of his arousal.
Speaker 1: He moved like thunder, contained every step, making the ground tremble.
Speaker 1: Baggie froze. He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, and a low
Speaker 1: rumble old from his chest. Approval, hunger, possession, you trespass,
Speaker 1: he growled in broken universal voice. Gravel and smoke. I crashed.
Speaker 1: She shot back, chin high, even as her thighs clenched
Speaker 1: God's He was magnificent, terrifying, beautiful. He circled her, slowly,
Speaker 1: tail lashing thick, prehensile, tipped with a soft tuft that
Speaker 1: brushed her calf and sent lightning up her spine. Your
Speaker 1: scent calls me. He stopped behind her, heat radiating. One
Speaker 1: massive hand settled on her hip, claws pricking but never
Speaker 1: breaking skin. Mate scent mine. Aggie's breath hitched. She should fight,
Speaker 1: should run? Instead? She leaned back into him, feeling the
Speaker 1: iron bar of his cock press against her ass through
Speaker 1: torn fabric. It was ridged, thick, throbbing with alien heat.
Speaker 1: I don't belong to anyone, she whispered, but her mind
Speaker 1: deceived her body as wetness seeped against her will. He
Speaker 1: spun her, lifting her effortlessly until her legs wrapped his waist.
Speaker 1: Those glowing eyes bored into hers, his voice deep and primitive,
Speaker 1: but passionate. You will beg me. Did he have extraterrestrial knowledge?
Speaker 1: He seemed to be able to read her thoughts. He
Speaker 1: felt her desire. He responded exactly the way she hoped
Speaker 1: he would. Her secret desires answered. His mouth claimed hers
Speaker 1: not a kiss, a conquest. Tongue thick and textured, tasting
Speaker 1: of storm and spice. One hand shredded her suit like paper,
Speaker 1: bearing her to the rain. The other cupped her breast,
Speaker 1: lowering her sensitive spot, testing her body's reactions, then lower
Speaker 1: that wicked tail coiled around her thigh, spreading her. The
Speaker 1: tufted tip teased her slick folds, stroking learning. She bucked
Speaker 1: against it, desperate, Oh, yes, more more, she begged in
Speaker 1: a soft, hungry whisper. He growled, triumphantly, lowering her to
Speaker 1: the soft moss. His cock, Oh gods, it was enormous, ridged,
Speaker 1: flared at the tip, nudged her entrance mine. He rumbled,
Speaker 1: pushing in slow, gyrating his hips, stretching her until pleasure
Speaker 1: bordered pain. Aggie screamed for him, Mine, mine, just as
Speaker 1: he did for her. He sank in fully, ridges, dragging
Speaker 1: every nerve, His horns lowered, offering hand holds as he
Speaker 1: began to move, deep, primal, perfect. The reins of the
Speaker 1: savage planet baptized them both as she clenched around him,
Speaker 1: wave after wave of blinding pleasure, ripping her open. Captain
Speaker 1: Aggie Bryce, once untouchable, was claimed at last, body breath
Speaker 1: and feral heart by the horned god who had waited
Speaker 1: lifetimes for a mate bold enough to claim him back