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with her finger to examine it closely. “Looks like human spunk.” She sucked on
her finger and Krol’s varles tightened. “But it tastes sweet.” She
smacked her lips, taunting him with her sex noises.
    His Danielle released his spicka and reclined onto
her back. “Don’t you dare fuck my face,” she issued her challenge, staring up
at him defiantly.
    Krol looked longingly at her red pussy lips, his seed
dripping down the inside of her thighs. He looked at his abandoned spicka ,
hard and vibrating and aching with need. Then he looked at her open mouth, her
face lighting with expectation.
    He carefully straddled her head, aware of how small and
fragile his mate was. “Fucking your mouth will not produce offspring,” he
reminded her as he slowly lowered his spicka into her mouth, muffling
her flow of angry words.
    Sladky matka. He pushed past her parted lips. Her
mouth was as hot and wet as her pussy. She clutched his clenched ass with her
hands and guided him into her, sucking on his shaft, her cheeks indented around
him. Too much. Temporarily overcome by their unique joining, he closed
his eyes.
    He tapped the back of her throat with his tip and she
gagged, her cheeks convulsing, fluttering against him. Damage . Krol
withdrew slightly and held his position, his spicka vibrating in her
mouth, resting on her tongue. He sighed with contentment. This one moment is
worth all my solar cycles of energy expenditure. My druzka has accepted me
fully. She will obey—
    She slapped his ass, bringing his reveries to an abrupt end.
He pumped her mouth as he had her pussy while she licked his shaft, flicking
his skin with her tongue. His Danielle sucked with each inward motion, the pull
on Krol’s spicka straining his control.
    He fucked her face faster and harder, driving her back into
the ground, his varles slapping against her chin. She dug her
fingernails into his ass, protesting his abuse and marking him as he had marked
her. He forced her to take him, grinding into her suction.
    They mated with all of their combined might. He grunted with
effort and tears streamed down her cheeks. He smelled her arousal, her musky
scent flavoring the air, tormenting his nostrils. Their fucking was carnal and
ruthlessly primitive and he needed, wanted, craved more.
    “Bite me,” he ordered.
    She widened her eyes and shook her head, the motion angling
his spicka from side to side.
    “Bite me.” He rammed into her as deeply as she could take
him, punishing her for her disobedience.
    Her eyes flashed with rebellion as she clamped her blunt teeth
down on his shaft. The pain was exquisitely sharp and he bellowed his
satisfaction, coming so hard his Danielle’s blue-and-white world tilted around
him.
    She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, draining every
last drop from his spicka and every last thought from his brain, leaving
him dazed and contented.
    “My Danielle.” He dismounted her face, his spicka slipping from her mouth and sliding along her cheek. “I enjoy our courting.”
    “That’s not courting, dumbass.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s
fucking, pure and glorious fucking.”
    He lay on his back beside her and looked up at the night sky
as he pondered her words. The star systems were as unfamiliar to him as his druzka ’s
customs, and he longed for the reassuring routine of his warship. “Fucking is courting,” he muttered.
    She snorted. “Only to a man.” His Danielle pushed herself
upward and staggered to her feet, swaying unsteadily. Her pale skin was colored
with bite and bruise marks.
    Krol stood also, his battered ego partially appeased by the
visual evidence of their mating. “Then we must court more.” He wrapped his arm
around his little warrior’s waist, securing her to his side.
    “No—”
    He lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder. Curses
rained down on him from her lips as she pounded his back with her small fists
and kicked his stomach ridges with her sturdy boots.
    “Yes. We will court