Gardening Tips for Dragonia Vines

I sit alone in the mess, holding an empty bottle of fruit juice. It is late into my sleep shift but I have a scheduled day off tomorrow. That is just as well. My mind has been everywhere but on my duties as crew. Still, I can handle those with half my attention. Dylan’s close and careful observation is annoying but I am sure I can ignore that. Both Dylan and the ship have always watched me. Both claim not to blame me for what I did on my return from the tunnel. Both believe that I was not myself. They are both right and wrong in their assumptions.

I was both myself and not. Kissing Beka…I wrinkled my nose. Does she remember that and if so, will she consider it worth the price? Unless being possessed by the alien gave her some sort of immunity, she would be very ill for a while. Fortunately there were the tunnel aliens to blame it on if she begin going through withdrawal. From the confused way that she sought my company, her body knew that it needed me even if her conscious mind did not.

I smile ruefully. I enjoyed beating Dylan. I enjoyed it a great deal. It was most satisfying but not something that I would have wasted time if I had truly been taking the ship. Baiting Rommie – that had been fun also but, again, it is not something that I would have indulged myself with in the midst of taking over the ship.

Being possessed by the tunnel aliens was an unspeakable violation --- the sensation of being a passenger in my own body, in my own mind. My knowledge and history idly flipped through; my body a puppet as the alien played with this sensation and that, amusing itself while waiting for the moment to take the ship. I wrestled it for control and managed to acquire enough to change my biochemistry, to slowly raise my levels to the point that I could have killed Dylan with a kiss while we were fighting. I succeeded in making the alien uncomfortable enough that I was able to take more of myself back but if Harper had not succeeded in cutting me free of my puppet strings…I do not know what would have happened. Would there have been any me left at all?

I turn my bare arm this way and that. It is odd to see my forearms, smooth and bare as a human’s. It is disturbing. I run one hand down my forearm. I can feel the tiny bumps where my bone blades were; where they may be again. For now I have a curious phantom sensation as if ghostly bone blades lie against my arm, flexing and stirring. As disturbing as my memories. I now have the key to undoing my enemy if I can decide on how best to use it.

At least I can look into Harper’s clear blue eyes with nothing to be ashamed of. I tried hard to hide Charlemagne and Harper from it; bury them deep in my mind with the knowledge of who I am. I was almost surprised into revealing his importance to me when Harper hugged me on my…its…return to the ship.

I wish that I could have responded to him. And now that I can, Harper is keeping his distance and watching me. After the joyful hug, I had hoped but there has been visit to my quarters. Harper has been deliberating over my proposal for a while, a long while. It is beginning to appear unlikely he will accept. I am surprised at the depth of my disappointment at the thought. I want to fill the sweet curves of his ass and have the joy of sparring with his quick mind.

“You know, that stuff isn’t gonna help you sleep.”

I look up to see Harper standing in the doorway watching me. His smile is tentative and concerned. I smile, remembering the time I found him drunk in here. “It isn’t?”

“No.” Harper saunters into the room, peers into the cooler and pulls out two beers. He slides one across the table to me. “Now these puppies – they’re just what the doctor ordered.”

I regard him with amusement. My mood lightens immediately in his presence. “Who will put me to bed if I get drunk?”

Harper opens his beer. He laughs. “I’m sure I can manage.”

“I don’t really drink…” I pick the bottle up and eye the dark liquid rolling inside it. Almost, I am tempted. Nothing else has worked. I have pushed myself in the gym past the point where it would do me any good. The resulting soreness had failed to distract me from the dreams and surreal memories.

“And don’t give me any of that back talk about Neits not drinking alcohol. I’ve seen you drinking wine.” Harper frowns sternly at me. He drinks from his bottle and raises a challenging eyebrow at me.

I open the bottle and take a cautious sip. How does he drink this stuff? “Are you certain you can handle an intoxicated Über, Harper?”

“There’s a lot about me that you don’t know. I’m very resourceful.” His voice is smug. “Remember, I’m a super genius.”

I look him up and down with a considering air. “You are a small super-genius.”

“Hey! Watch it with the size jokes.”

“Exactly how are you planning on getting me tucked back in my bed?” I take a larger swallow. The ridiculous conversation is relaxing me, distracting me from the bad memories. I would not object to Harper tucking me in bed. The idea is most pleasing.

Harper grinnsuansually. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

Definitely a statement to give one pause. My forearm brushes the table, distracting me. I hate this bare, defenseless sensation. I hate the feeling of incompleteness. The smooth stretch of skin is just wrong. I miss my bone blades. I run my fingers down my arm, taking reassurance from the feel of those tiny bumps under my skin.

“Tyr, do you remember anything…from that place?” His blue eyes are kind and concerned now.

I want to tell him. I want to confide in him as I would in Charlemagne but he has not yet accepted my offer and the ship is listening. Charlemagne I can safely tell my schemes for power and political secrets; he is my consort and what benefits me, benefits him but never could I dare show weakness to him. I must always be powerful and strong; sure and certain in my mastery of him if I am to keep that mastery.

But Harper…if he accepted my offer…with him, I could safely admit to vulnerability; to fear; to uncertainty; to a need for his kindness, affection…love? Harper would never use those admissions against me for power’s sake. I wish I could talk to Harper about this and have his comfort when the dreams got too bad. I hold Harper’s blue gaze in silence then look around the room and shrug.

Harper sips thoughtfully at his beer. He glances around the room and then back at me. His voice is casual, mild. “Why don’t we adjourn this little meeting to the Maru? That might, you know, jog your memory.”

“Perhaps.” I can see from the way his eyes widen that he has caught the tacit admission that I remember more than I am confessing in the ship’s hearing.

“Have you been having nightmares?”

That I can openly admit to. The ship has witnessed me waking from enough nightmares lately. “I dream of being on the Maru with Beka…then of being there and not there all at the same time…of colors and shapes and sensations that I have no names, no words for.”

I look up sharply as the door opens. Trance strides in. I look down at my beer, trying to hide my reaction, my aversion to her…it…now that I know its nature. What I learned from the tunnel alien proved my speculations about Trance were right -- Trance is no more female in the biological sense than a rock is. Beka’s response to it had been intriguing while she was under the tunnel alien influence.

“Hello, Harper. Tyr.” It glances hopefully at Harper. It has courted Harper assiduously since the change into the supposed adult form of its species. Its different appearance and manner has done it much good with Dylan; he is more inclined to treat it as an adult and valued ally. With Harper, the change has had the opposite effect; he regards it with distance and suspicion despite all efforts at winning him over. Clever boy.

Harper nods briefly. “Trance.”

A silence falls in the room as we both develop a sudden interest in our beer bottles. I watch with interest as it pokes about the room. I have never seen it eat anything. It peers into the cooler and then closes it without taking anything. It leans back against the counter and smiles at us. Its dark eyes linger on me avidly. There is a calculating, measuring quality in its gaze. “Tyr, isn’t it the middle of your sleep cycle?”

“Yes.” My voice is curt, unwelcoming. I don’t want it anywhere near me. I’d prefer the Magog at this point.

Trance stares at me intensely. “If you are having trouble sleeping, I can help you.”

I stare back with cold distaste. Never would I confide in this creature but I must conceal my revulsion. It must not suspect that I have knowledge it prefers sec secret. “Thank you, but no. I’m fine.”

“Trance,” Harper smiles with false warmth. “What is it with you and Beka and Tyr? You don’t give a flip that I’m in the middle of my sleep cycle and I’m awake. I could use a little cuddle bunny action too, ya know?” He wiggles his eyebrows in its direction. “Wanna tuck me in?”

It blinks at his genial leer in confusion. “Ummm, Harper that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, no.” Harper adds a petulant whine to his voice. “It’s Mr. Über-Muffin over there that gets all the concern. It’s the leather, isn’t it? Come on, admit it – if he didn’t dress like a space slut, you and Beka wouldn’t be half as worried about him.”

Trance throws up its hands and stomps away. “If you’re going to act like a child, Harper, I’ll just leave.”

‘Mr. Über-Muffin’? My lips quirk into a smile. My brown leathers suddenly feel far too tight as my shaft rises hopefully at the tenor of Harper’s playful comments. Space slut?

Harper picks up his beer and walks over to the door. He looks back over his shoulder at me. There is desire in his eyes and scent. “You coming?”

“Where are we going?” I stand slowly. I can feel the phantom stirrings of bone blades. Please let this be what I hope it is. I need this. I need Harper.

“The Maru. To see if anything there jogs your memory.” He steps out into the corridor and waits.

I follow him, willing to accept anything that he offers. My gaze moves hotly over the width of shoulder revealed by the tight black tee shirt and drops to greedily study the hard curves of his ass. What else did the baggy black cargo pants conceal? We walk in silence down the corridors to the hanger deck and into the Maru.

We end up in the Maru’s tiny mess. I lean against the counter, holding my bottle of beer like a talisman rather than drinking it. Harper sits on the counter next to me, in easy touching distance. Is his nearness an invitation?

“What was it like?” Harper asks softly.

I shudder and toss back the rest of the beer in one long swallow, hoping to blur the memories somewhat. “Bad. It was…bad. So much darkness. It seemed to go on forever.”

“Were you afraid?” Harper eases closer. His gaze is warm on my face.

For a moment I can’t form tord.ord. I simply can’t say it. I glance at him and whisper. “Yes.”

“You would have to be crazy not to be a little bit afraid.” Harper leans his shoulder against mine for a moment before straightening. “You don’t strike me as the crazy type, Anasazi.”

“There is more.” I clutch the bottle tighter. “I was fractured…splintered…torn asunder. It…It was like being taken apart molecule by molecule then put back together. Over and over and over…it seemed an eternity. I would be there…then not there. Existing…then not and back again.”

Harper takes the bottle from me and sets it aside.

My arms fold protectively across my chest. “Then the last time…when I came back…”

“When you walked on the command deck?” Harper offers me his bottle and I take it for the pleasure of tasting him on it.

“That wasn’t me. At least not completely me. It…the alien was in full control then. I was there but I was a passenger only but we were both learning. It was absorbing what I knew and the longer it was there…I began to know things that it knew. Some things I was able to keep from it.” I took a long swallow of the beer, taking comfort in Harper’s taste and presence. “I told you about my biochemistry…”

He nods, watching me gravely. “Yes.”

“Alphas can consciously control the levels of it. I managed to win a certain measure of control from the alien. Each time something distracted it, I won a little more of myself back. To distract it more, I begin increasing my levels to the maximum…slowly so that it would not notice. I can maintain maximum safely for a certain amount of time. After that time has passed…I become giddy, disorientated and impulsive. I was determined that the alien and I would die together or that it would leave me.”

“Did it?” His voice is so very soft.

“No. I…I don’t know what would have happened if you had not…cut the cord binding me to it. I have not yet thanked you for that.” I look over at him. “Thank you, Harper.”

“You’re welcome.” His hand closes on my shoulder, strong and reassuring. His thumb brushes soft and light against my skin.

I set the beer bottle aside and raise my arms, looking down at the smooth skin of my forearms. They still look…wrong. “It…the alien…that last time that it put me back together…it did not bother with the bone blades.”

“Will they come back?”

“I don’t know.” I should be able to regenerate them again but that does not negate the feeling of wrongness that I experience now. “I…I feel naked…defenseless without them.”

“Let me see your arms.” Harper commands softly.

I turn to face him, offering my forearms for his inspection. His fingertips lightly stroke over the lines of my forearms, pausing curiously on the small bumps beneath my skin. “You? Defenseless? Never.”

My eyes fill with tears at his gentleness. I shiver with pleasure at the delicate brush of his fingertips over the sensitive skin. I move closer to him. “Their absence…disturbs me.”

Harper touches my braids. His hand lingers, stroking. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” I lean into his soothing touch, encouraging and hopeful of more. A tear spills down my cheek. “None of it was your fault.”

“You should not have had to go through any of that.”

“It was no one’s fault, Harper.” I lower my head ald allow my hair to veil my face.

Harper leans closer and slides his hands up to my shoulders. He cups my chin in one cool palm and lifts my face. He looks deeply into my eyes. “I’ve got a question.”

“Ask.” Another tear slides down my cheeks as I look at him, dropping my guard and allowing him to truly see me.

He brushes his fingertips over my cheek. “Are your tears addictive?”

“Yes.” I reply simply. My eyes widen as Harper leans over and kisses the tears off my face. I stand completely still, hardly daring to hope. Does this mean…has he accepted my proposal?

“Well, I guess I’m done for now, huh?” Harper slowly licks his lips. He smiles, flashing his dimples. “You might as well kiss me.”

I lean in, capturing his mouth with a soft kiss. My tongue traces the line of his lower lip. He tastes good. So good. I fight back my instincts, my urge to seize and take; to command and master. I want to offer Harper the same gentleness that he has given me. He is delicate compared to a Nietzschean. I will not harm him. I am determined to let him set the pace of whatever happens now. If he does not want to go further this night, I must stop while I can for I know that in a moment more it will not be enough. I want all of him. “Harper. Have you decided to accept…?”

“Shhh…for a superhuman you’re awful dense sometimes.” Harper deepens the kiss. His tongue slides playfully over mine before retreating. “The Maru’s bunks are a little narrow but I think we can manage.”

“Harper. You realize that there’ll be no going back after this.” I pull back to study his face, gently cupping his cheek in my hand.

He presses his lips to my palm. “I know.”

“I want no misunderstandings later.” I know I’m belaboring the point but I don’t want Harper to have regrets or try to reject me later. I want his full agreement, his full allegiance.

“Yeah, yeah. I got that.” Harper pulls me close to stand between his spread thighs. He kisses the arching line of my throat. “If I’m giving up free will I want to go out with a bang.”

“A bang? What do you mean?” My eyes half close in pleasure at the feel of his soft lips moving over my skin; the damp touch of his tongue as he tastes me. My hand cups the back of his head, urging him on.

“I want to do you…fuck you. I want you on your knees.”

My eyes widen at his whispered demand. I have wondered what it was like…what sensation it was that left Charlemagne trembling with eagerness and begging beneath me. What the others that I had taken had felt as I pressed within that left them moaning and arching against me. Despite that curiosity I had never wanted to yield to Charlemagne or any other Nietzschean. It would raise dangerous questions about my dominance in their minds. But with Harper, I want to submit; to allow him to command me in this. “Yield? To you?”

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” Harper chuckles against my throat. His tongue dips softly into the hollow of my throat. “You get to do me next. I just want to do you first.”

“No.” I am Alpha. I must at least offer token resistance to his demands.

“This is not negotiable, Anasazi.” Harper fists his hands in my braids and pulls my head back. His blue gaze is intent on my face.

I growl as I meet his clear gaze. “You ask much of an Alpha, Harper.”

“Do you think I like the idea of being addicted to you? Think again, Big Guy.” Harper’s eyes harden and his fist tightens in my hair.

“Harper…” My voice deepens. His flash of temper; his demands have me hard and aching already with need for him.

His lips brush softly over mine. “I won’t hurt you. You do trust me, don’t you?”

Do I trust Harper enough to allow him to top me? Amazingly I do. With Harper I can have this. “As you wish, Little Professor.”

“Little, huh?” Harper laughs softly, sensually. “Are you in for a surprise, I’m gonna melt those buns of steel.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little man.” I sink deliciously into his mouth, lingering over the cool velvet texture of it, curling my tongue enticingly over his. When I finally raise my head, his eyes are a hot, dreamy blue.

“Oh, boy are you gonna ever regret saying that.” Harper takes my hand and cups it over his shaft. His smile deepens, showing off his dimples as my fingers spread, exploring the heavy shape thrusting against the front of his cargo pants.

My eyes widen and my breath catches as my hand closes in greed over the impressive shape. Will I be able to take him – all of him? He’s larger and thicker than I had imagined. I bend my head and kiss him, slow and deep. “I can take whatever you can give.”

“Oh, before I forget. I’ve already decided on my ‘mark’.” Harper smirks. His blue eyes are full of mischief.

“Mark?”

“Don’t be coy.” He nips my lower lip sharply. “You know what I mean. I know what I want.”

“What do you want?” This, I’ve got to hear. Probably something as gaudy and colorful as his collection of shirts but I don’t care. As long as he is marked as mine.

Harper snuggles closer. He takes my hand and places it on the small of his back, just over the top of his cleft. “I want that bear thing here.”

“Bear thing?” I smile, sliding my hand lower, edging a finger down his cleft. I like the idea. I like it a lot. The mark will be a constant reminder to any Alpha that Harper accepts in my abe the that the human is mine and always will be. “You mean the Kodiak symbol?”

“Yes.” Harper nods. His eyes are bright and pleased. “And…”

“And? There’s more?” I slide his tee shirt over his head and toss it aside. My hands stroke eagerly over his chest; my fingers softly circle the tight beads of his peach nipples.

“Oh, yeah. I want a tiny bear paw print on my arm…here.” He taps a finger against the tip of his shoulder.

I lean forward and kiss the spot. It pleases me that he has put so much thought into what marks he will wear and he seems so excited at the idea of wearing my mark. I like the idea of two marks, one hidden and the other in a more public location. Tomorrow, I will send notification that I have taken a Second Consort and who it is. “That is agreeable. I thought you were going to say something like ‘I belong to Tyr’ in some sort of brightly colored stylized script.”

“Will I belong to you?” His strong thighs wrap tightly around my waist.

“Oh, yes.” I kiss him, parting his lips and gliding my tongue over his in light, teasing strokes as I lift him off the counter and carry him toward the crew quarters.

Harper’s nimble fingers unfasten my vest. He pushes it open, caressing my chest. “Remember. I get to ride you first.”

“Be gentle with me. It’s my first time.” I tease as I nuzzle his throat. I do not care how he takes me as long as he does take me. I ease down on one of the na bun bunks with him.

“You’ve never…with anyone?” Harper pulls back to study my face. His eyes are wide with surprise.

I smile at him, amused at his amazement. No Nietzschean would dare demand my submission or even hint at such a thing. To have Harper blithely demand it as a right makes me shiver with anticipation. I lean forward, kissing the pale line of his throat. “Never, with anyone.”

“No one’s ever topped you?” He asks again, his voice layered with tones of shocked amazement.

“No. Never.”

“I won’t hurt you.” Harper looks at me seriously for a moment then his eyes lighten with mischief. His fingers tighten, tugging on my nipples, making me growl and press closer. “Unless, of course, that’s what you like.”

“I bow to your expertise. You are, after all, the one with the…what was it…public lewdness charge.” My hands drop eagerly to his pants, unzipping them and sliding them off. I wanted to see him, to know his mysteries.

“Hey! That was an isolated incident.”

To my bemusement there is another layer of fabric. I slow down enough to remove his boots and socks, reminded of that other time when I tucked him in but this time I will not be leaving him alone in his bed. I carefully slide the navy boxers off.

“You like what you see?” Harper leans back on the bunk, watching as I look at him. He is beautiful. Small and compact but beautifully put together. Shades of peach and cream and blond. His shaft juts thick, full and ruddy against the soft glint of gold hair. I lick my lips. Not all of him is small.

“Yes.” I want to taste him. I reach eagerly for him but he eases back on the bed.

“Not so fast. Your turn. I want to see you.” He orders. His blue eyes are hot on me.

I spread my arms wide, teasing him. “Here I am.”

“You know what I want. Strip…slowly.”

I smile sensually at him and step back so that he has a good view. It feels good to not be the one giving orders for a change; to give myself over to his commands. With Charlemagne or any other Nietzschean, I would never dare allow such liberties but with Harper, it is safe.

I push my vest off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. “Like this?” My voice is a throaty purr as I stroke my hands over my chest, pinching my nipples. I gaze into Harper’s blue eyes, darkening with desire.s brs breath quickens as I ease my hands lower ghosting them over my stomach. I push one hand down the front of my leathers, cupping my swollen shaft and rotate my hips in provocation.

“Yes. Just like that.” Harper’s hands close over his own his shaft, languidly stroking as he watches me with hunger.

“Shall I take them off now?” I pull the laces loose slowly. My shaft swells hard and eager against the flap.

“Wait. I want to do this.” Harper gets up and pads over to me. He kisses my chest, licking my nipples into tight beads. He nuzzles my clenching abs as his hands glide lower, peeling my leather pants down and off.

My throat arches, sending my hair dancing softly over my back as Harper’s cool, pale hands close over the heat of my shaft. I moan. His hands feel so good on me as he squeezes and strokes. Strong and gentle. The warmth of his mouth slides over me, learning my shape and taste. His tongue swirls lightly over the head and I growl, low and deep.

Harper smiles up at me. “You like?”

“Oh, yes. So sweet…ummmm.” My hips tilt toward him, my hands clutch his shoulders in protest as he stands. “Don’t stop.”

“Just a little taste tonight. I want the main event.” He grabs my braids and pulls me down for a long kiss. He presses my mouth wide open, taking immedicontcontrol. His cool lips are firm against mine and his tongue explores my mouth leisurely. I do not try to wrest control; I simply kiss him back, awaiting his pleasure and next command.

When he pulls back to stare up at me, I whisper, “How do you want me, Harper? How will you have me?”

“I want all of you.” His clever fingers tug deftly at my nipples as he considers. His eyes half close at whatever sensual visions float across his mind. “But I don’t think I want you on yoneesnees…I want to watch your face.”

“Where?” I ask breathless with want.

“This bunk is largest. It’s Beka’s so we won’t want to tell her what we’ve been doing on it.” He grins, his dimples dancing in pleased contemplation of secret mischief.

“My lips are sealed.”

Harper steps closer to me and presses against my body. I yield to the urging of his hands and fall back onto the bed, pulling him down between my spread legs. My hips arch, rubbing my shaft against the velvety thickness of his. He feels even larger than he did a few moments ago. I want him. I want to feel him thrusting inside me. I want to look at his face as he takes me. The sensation of our cocks rubbing together…the friction is almost overwhelming. I growl with impatience and press ardently against him. “Harper!”

“Feel good?” Harper reaches down, digging into one of the capacious pockets of his cargo pants. He pulls out a tube of lube and squeezes some into his palm.

I lie back, watching eagerly and impatient for the promised pleasure but oddly content to yield to his will. What will he demand of me?

“Lift your legs a bit.” He commands softly.

I draw my legs up and spread them, completely exposing myself to his eyes. He stares avidly at me and a shiver runs through his compact frame. His fingers stroke, slow and teasingly up and down the length of my cleft. I moan as his slick fingers circle the furled tightness of his goal ever-so lightly, pulling back when I press upwards. Finally, he eases one finger inside and then another. His fingers wiggle gently and I clench around them. This feels so good…so intimate…so wonderful. I can’t wait until he takes me…fills me with his cock. Thinking of his thick length pressing deep makes me shudder with need. “Harper…it feels…ohh…”

He glances at my face quickly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No…no…don’t stop. I like the way it feels.” andsands fist in she sheets as Harper grins and strokes his fingers slowly in and out. I close my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his fingers -- stretching me, preparing me gently to receive him. I hear the slick, wet sound of his fingers gliding in and out. I want more. My eyes open as his fingers slide away and the thick hof hof his shaft presses insistently.

“Okay.” Harper whispers softly. “Takdeepdeep breath then let it out slowly as I push in. Can you do that for me?”

I no eye eyes never leaving his. I take a deep breath then exhale and relax as he pushes slowly inside. My head moves restlessly on the pillow, scattering my braids. He is so thick, so long. My ass quivers uncertainly around his girth. I’m not sure if I can accommodate him. I gasp and lay very still as he eases forward.

“Are you okay, Tyr?” Harper pauses. His smoldering blue gaze is intent on my face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine. More.” I demand hoarsely. I twist and my breath catches as more of his solid length slides deeper inside me. Deeper. Deeper. Then I feel the soft press of his heavy sac against me. I have all of him now. I growl with pleasure, clinging to him.

“You feel so good…tight…hot.” Harper groans as he gently begins to withdraw. His eyes are dark and dazed now. A sheen of sweat dampens his graceful body as he thrusts in a slow, relentless pace that drives me to squirm beneath him. I feel hints of something more…something…suddenly there is a white starburst of intense sensation that sparks brightly, curling my body into his and hotly swelling my shaft harder. “Harper! That feels…exquisite!”

Harper chuckles at my amazement. He shifts his hips slightly to change the angle of his thrusts so that he presses hard over the same place with each thick glide of his cock. “That, my little Über-Muffin, is your sweet spot. Like it when I do this?”

“Ohhhh. Yessssss.” I hiss. So that’s what makes Charlemagne and the others insane with need. I understand. I want more. I shift my legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist. I want him closer. The damp velvet coolness of his stomach rubs against the burning heat of my shaft. I am lost in the dizzying pleasure of his possession. I spread my thighs wider and toss my head back exposing my throat to his mouth.

Harper kisses my throat, sucking on the damp skin. “You look so hot, Tyr. All spread open for me.”

“Deeper, Harper…deeper.” I plead huskily, writhing in need.

“See. You learn something new everyday.” Harper captures my mouth, parting my lips. His tongue strokes aggressively over mine.

I cup the back of his head, pressing him to me as I fill the coolness of his mouth with the heat and glide of my tongue. His fingers explore the lines of my beard and slide down my throat to caresses my chest and tug playfully at my nipples.

He raises his head, hovering close over me. Submitting to Harper…spread beneath him, staring up into his hot eyes and feeling the solid length of him filling me -- this is something I never knew I wanted…needed. And now I crave it but only with Harper. This is something I’ll only share with my human…with my Harper. The intimacy of our coupling is almost my undoing. I squirm under him. “I want to feel you spill yourself inside me.”

Harper laughs huskily and continues gliding slowly in and out. “Patience, Big Guy. I’m enjoying this tight, hot Neit booty right now. Got someplace to be all of a sudden?”

“No.” I growl and tighten my legs around him. Nothing short of a Magog leaping through the doorway could get me out of this bed with him. “You are not going to make this easy on me are you?”

“Nope.” There is flash of anger, a sudden coolness in the heat of his eyes; a sudden hard edge to his mouth but the slow gentle stroking of him within does not vary. “After all, from now on I’m addicted to you. I’ll need you like a Flash addict.”

I frown and meet his gaze. I warned him how it would be and he agreed to it. My hands slide possessively over his back to cup the flexing muscles of his ass, pressing him tighter, deeper. He is mine now. My consort. “Does that bother you?”

“Not really.” The flash of coolness, of anger subsides, submerging into his passion and desire. He trails kisses over my chest. “I know it should…but it doesn’t. I mean you will always be here to give me my ‘medicine’ right?”

I cradle him closer so that he will not see the dismay in my eyes. I had not realized that he did not understand. I did not promise him my presence always although when I ended the Magog threat, I intended to have him by me at all times. I had promised only that he would have whatever comfort I could provide him. That promise of comfort meant that in addition to providing physical comf, th, that when I had to be apart from him, I would have a strong Alpha sent to him to provide protection and fill his other needs until I could be with him again. I will tell him later. Not now. No need to tell him yet of my plans. I urge him up and suck on the skin around his dataport. “Come here.”

Harper presses deeper yet inside me. “So I will at least have the memory that when I gave it up I got to be the first to have your ass.”

I claim his mouth in a bruising kiss. This ruranurance I can promise him. “You are the only one who will ever have my ass.”

He grins broadly. His eyes gleam with surprised delight. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Your other consort won’t have you like this?” He emphasizes the question with a sudden hard thrust.

“No…only you, Harper.” I gasp as my hands clench on his shoulders. I writhe as my ass trembles and quivers around his thick length in response to the increased pace of his thrusts.

Harper closes his eyes as he grips my knees and spreads me open wider, managing to surge even deeper. “So good, Tyr. So good.”

“Harder. Take me harder.” I growl, curling into him.

“Your ass is going to be so sore you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.” He laughs breathlessly despite the urgent rhythm of his body coiling over me.

“I’ll stand. It won’t be a problem.” Suddenly I feel my orgasm burning through my body and I spill myself between us just before Harper stiffens and groans low. He thrusts one final time and I feel his shaft throbbing, pulsing within me and his warmth spilled deep, deep inside. I whisper in his ear. “I’ll enjoy the memory of what we do tonight. I’ll cherish each ache.”

“Oh, man! Oh, man…that was the best.” Harper collapses against my chest, his breathing ragged.

I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. I caress his lower back and stroke the top of his cleft, imagining my mark there. His hips flex, easing his cock from me. I feel oddly bereft…empty without him hard inside but already I am beginning to ache from his possession. I do not care. I pull him up to lie next to me and nuzzle his pale throat. “Rest.”

“No.” He stretches languidly against me. His hand toys with my braids. “Want to feel you now.”

I slide my fingertips down his spine and trace the length of his cleft. “We can wait until you’re rested.”

“Now.” He commands, holding the tube of lube out.

“As you wish.” I take it and coat my fingers. Harper gasps as I spread the cool dampness over him then slowly press a finger inside. He pushes back as I slide a second and third finger deeper. I can feel his cock, stirring and rising. I kiss his shoulder, tasting him and hiding a smile. “So demanding…”

He kisses my nipples, licking them back into tight beads. “Just a request, Anasazi.”

“Harper…” I stroke his blond spikes back, looking up at his face. His eyes are intent and dreamy as the fingers of my other hand stroke within him.

“Yeah?”

I lick his dataport and whisper. “I want to watch you ride…on top.”

“I like it like that.” His eyes darken as he rises to his knees. He takes the lube from me, squeezes some on to his hand and glides it in light strokes over my cock. He grasps my shaft and positions himself above me. His eyes hold mine as he perches teasingly above my cock.

“Have you ridden many?” I stroke my hands possessively over his flanks. A surge of jealousy at the thought of someone else enjoying the pleasure of Harper’s ass envelopes me.

Harper chuckles low and intimate. “No…not many.”

“You’re beautiful.” I moan, fighting to hold still as Harper slides slowly down on the length of my shaft. I am buried in him to the root. My hands close on his flanks, my body arches up into the clinging, tightness of him. Leaving him will be difficult. Permitting another, however carefully selected, to touch him will be even more difficult.

Harper groans low. His hands spread, caressing the contours of my chest. “Bet you say that to all your consorts.”

“No. Not all.” I tease back as I arch into him. He feels so wonderful -- the exquisite tightness, the relative coolness of his body. His head is thrown back, his eyes closed with the pleasure of it as he sways over me. His cock is hard and quivering against the froth of gold curls; his sac brushes, rich and plush against my stomach. I claim the thick length with a possessive, greedy hand – squeezing, stroking to his rhythm.

His eyes open, the blue blazing bright as he looks down at me. “Mmmm. So good, Tyr.”

“I understand now why your pants are so baggy.” I watch in fascination as his shaft lengthens still more under my caresses.

“Why? What do you mean?” Harper frowns.

I squeeze his thickness affectionately, admiring the delicate flush of pink sweeping across the pale skin of his stomach. He is close to the edge as am I. “Anything tighter would not contain this monster.”

“Flatterer.” Harper wriggles and clenches around my cock drawing a hiss of pleasure from me.

“No, I speak truth.” I pull him down for a long, through kiss. “I want to feel you inside me again.”

“Tonight?” Harper gasps as my hands skillfully stroke bringing him closer to the edge.

“Yes.” I smile widely at his reaction. I arch upward hard just as he is sliding down.

“You’re a glutton for pain. I had no idea.” His head goes back but his eyes continue hold my gaze. His lips part with his ragged breathing as his pace increases. He has given himself over completely to the moment.

“No…not for pain…for you…for this.” I stroke his cock and he trembles in my grasp.
He is so beautiful. His skin shimmers under a sheen of sweat. His nipples are drawn up into tight peach beads. Muscles quiver and ripple under his pale skin. A rush of heat burns suddenly through me as I look at him and I lose control, thrusting up into the tight sheath and moaning his name loudly. “Oh. Yes. Harper!”

“Got cha.” Harper crows. His eyes glow with triumph as he sits astride on me.

We will see who has whom. My hands move persuasively, demandingly over the thick velvety length and he cries out, pressing into the caress. His back arches; his strong thighs tighten as he yields,llinlling himself over me.

He collapses against my chest and nuzzles contentedly. “I just want to lie here for a second then I’m gonna ride you again.”

“Rest as long as you wish.” I kiss his forehead lightly. “We’ll have other nights.”

He drifts off to sleep in my arms. I tug a blanket over him and lie back. Maybe there’ll be no nightmares tonight.

TBC