Krygor’s Hope: Braxians 3 Page 4

  Breaking the kiss, I took a step back, freeing her. Hope bit her bottom lip while giving me a nervous smile, and then, tucking a lock of her silver hair behind her ear, she circled around me to leave the elevator. My female walked ahead to one of the luxury suites on the penthouse level. Her hips swayed with each step. The sensuous curves of her body and the plump globes of her round behind taunted me through the sheer fabric of her dress.

  Like a hungry predator, I followed in her wake.

  Chapter 2

  Hope

  Krygor was terrifying: a massive beast of a giant with a fearsome face that should have me cowering in fear. While he undoubtedly intimidated me, he also made my toes curl with excitement. Having grown up on Guldar, I’d naturally developed a taste for big, brawny males as our men tended to be. But this Braxian took it to a whole new level. He could break me with a flick of his hand, and yet, I’d never felt so safe with a male. That Roman had chosen him for me undoubtedly played a role in easing my worries. However, it was the gentle way Krygor handled me that mainly silenced my fears.

  When he’d first laid eyes upon me, his shocked, almost angry expression had been both confusing and frightening in that he might not want me. I still couldn’t understand what had triggered it. Did I remind him of someone? Either way, I wouldn’t stir that potential krillik’s nest. Right now, Krygor fiercely lusted after me, and I would fan that flame in the hope he’d keep me.

  As much as I had loved him flexing his insane muscles before Luther, my wretched boss would find ways to make me pay for that humiliation, even though he’d brought it upon himself. However, even without Krygor talking back to him, Luther would want to punish me for letting another man have what he considered his.

  When I first started working for him, Luther had not allowed me to have sex with any of the customers, even though that was the only sure way for me to repay my debt to him in a timely fashion. As I didn’t actually want to have random strangers rutting over me, that had suited me just fine. He’d justified this rule by stating that my ‘unusual’ pussy would give away my identity and risk me getting dragged back to Guldar. But then he’d made sure to cash in as often as possible on the clause allowing him to bed me at no cost to him.

  It didn’t take long for me to realize that Luther was using me as his exclusive sex toy and considered it cheating or a betrayal for me to even entertain laying with another man. Under different circumstances, his shock at finding out Roman had bought me for a Royal Treatment would have been comical. My master hadn’t wanted another male’s cock anywhere near me, and yet today, I was going to ride the mother of them all.

  I opened the door to the private suite and held it for my ‘client’ to come in. My inner walls involuntarily contracted as I watched his massive frame walk in, remembering the humongous, rock hard length of his cock as I’d rubbed him over his pants. A part of me wanted to run for the hills at the thought of taking that tree trunk inside of me. And yet, to my dying shame, a part of me tingled with anticipation. Despite my body’s natural disposition to stretch and adapt, it would certainly hurt a bit, but then, it would be glorious... I hoped. My gut told me Krygor would be a passionate and generous lover.

  And I had a boastful claim to prove.

  His gaze roamed over the large room which possessed a gigantic bed, large enough to comfortably accommodate three huge Braxians like him. A massage table—which could convert into a spanking or bondage bench, occupied the right corner of the room. Next to it, hidden doors opened onto shelves and racks holding a variety of sex toys and light BDSM paraphernalia. Bacchus, thankfully, didn’t cater to the more hardcore kinks that some more specialized venues did. An imposing hot tub sat on the opposite side of the room, surrounded by holographic walls that could simulate any environment we wished to be in.

  “Bacchus Program Hope Giant,” I said out loud, as Krygor’s gaze turned back to me.

  The pale-colored room took on darker shades with a dominance of earth colors, dark greys, black, and burgundy—the Braxians’ favorite colors. I’d programmed it as soon as Roman had told me there was a high probability he would get me one of those giants. I’d been apprehensive as most of them had the reputation of being complete assholes to women. But with Krygor, clearly the Goddess had been watching over me. He gave me an approving smile, appearing even a little impressed—although, with his fearsome face, his smile looked like he was already relishing the taste of an enemy’s bones as they crunched between his teeth.

  His black t-shirt hugged every curve of his bulging muscles like a possessive lover, making my mouth water. I hadn’t expected to be attracted to the male Roman would give me, and I wouldn’t quite label what Krygor stirred within me that way. But the raw power emanating from him, the animal energy surrounding him, the hungry predatory look with which his dark eyes undressed me, and that godly body of his all did strange things to me. I wanted to caress every curve and crease of his massive muscles, as well as lick every single one of his bulging veins.

  Marching up to him with my most seductive strut, I took his hand and rose to my tippy toes to nip at his lips again. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he possessively drew me against him, his chest vibrating with an approving purr. Krygor leaned down to claim my mouth with a dominant way that had my toes curling. I love the controlled way his free hand fisted my hair at my nape, tightly enough to give it a gentle sting and assert his dominance, but deliberately restrained not to cause pain. He tilted my head to the side, his commanding tongue invading my mouth. I gladly submitted, my tongue following his lead while savoring the sweet taste of some fruity wine lingering on his breath.

  As his calloused hand began exploring my essentially naked body beneath that flimsy excuse of a dress, I moaned and surrendered myself to him. I loved—too much—the rough feel of his well-used hands and the raw maleness of it against my sensitive skin. But I couldn’t let myself indulge in letting him take charge, despite aching to do just that. When he bent me backwards so that his lips could venture down my neck to my chest, I pulled away from him, pushing back against his chest seconds before his lips could close around my erect nipple.

  Krygor slightly frowned, pulling back to look at me questioningly.

  “You, sir, are far too intoxicating. You’re making me lose my head faster than the finest Dantorian wine,” I said, rubbing my palm over his broad chest. “You’re almost making me forget that I am supposed to give you the Royal Treatment. But you are way too dressed for that.”

  Although somewhat displeased to have been interrupted, Krygor grunted a reluctant assent. That I lifted the hem of his skintight shirt with my teeth before slipping my palms underneath it seemed to further meet his approval. Goddess, that man’s body was a work of art. As much as his tight clothes had given a glimpse of his carved muscles, seeing them bare as I lifted his shirt took my breath away. My mouth watered, and I couldn’t resist licking the sharp creases between his abs. Krygor raised his arms to help me free him of his shirt. But when I stopped to swirl my tongue around his left nipple, he all but ripped his shirt off himself.

  “Stop teasing me, female,” Krygor growled menacingly.

  Chuckling, I peered up at him, feeling no remorse whatsoever. “Sorry,” I whispered with a complete lack of honesty.

  Krygor grunted, not fooled in the least. It was odd how instantly comfortable I felt with this terrifying giant of a man. Crouching before him, I opened the magnetic clasps of his pants and lowered them while kissing and nipping at the tender flesh around his groin, deliberately avoiding his erect cock.

  By the time Krygor had stepped out of his pants and kicked off his boots, he looked on the verge of either strangling me or tossing me on the bed and fucking me into next week. Taking his hand, I led him to the gigantic bed.

  “Normally, I would take you to the massage table, but it was made for far less impressive specimens than you,” I said teasingly.

  “I have no need for massages,” Krygor grumbled.

  “Yes
, you do,” I counted. “You sound quite tense.”

  “Because a certain Vaya keeps teasing me,” he retorted with false anger. “Keep this up, and I will not be held responsible for losing control.”

  Vaya… How incredibly flattering that I would remind him of that almost mythical creature. I’d never seen one in the flesh. Although real, some cultures considered them as the messenger of the Goddess. Seeing a Vaya was deemed to bring luck, happiness, and prosperity. The beautiful and graceful creature resembled a doe with a snow-white pelt and a long, silver-white mane. Delicate, ivory horns recurved over its head with the tips pointing back up.

  Like my black horns used to before they were taken from me.

  My throat tightened as it always did whenever thinking of my loss. But now wasn’t the time to let such grim thoughts ruin the moment.

  “Apologies,” I repeated with the same mischievous tone, before pushing him onto the bed. He tried to pull me onto it with him, but I swiftly dodge and chuckled again at his frown. “Scoot to the middle,” I ordered while reaching for the bottle of fruit flavored massage oil.

  Krygor narrowed his eyes at me. “Someone is being bossy.”

  I didn’t miss the underlying warning in his voice. “Someone is merely ensuring your maximum comfort before she finally gets to touch every inch of that godly body of yours,” I deadpanned while climbing onto the bed next to him.

  Normally, I should have started massaging his back, but I doubted he would have the patience. And in truth, I doubted I did either. Kneeling by his side, I poured some of the oil in my hand while my gaze roamed with awe over him.

  “Enjoying the view, Hope?” Krygor asked teasingly.

  And yet, I could have sworn hearing a slight, underlying nervous tension. Was he insecure?

  “You are magnificent. The Goddess truly outdid herself when she shaped you,” I said genuinely impressed.

  His naked body was sheer perfection. Like all Braxians, his face would never be construed as handsome or attractive by any means. They had rough, brutish features, with strong brows that appeared stuck in a permanent scowl, a wide and prominent forehead, a powerful square jaw, and the typical broad and flat nose, reminiscent of that of a lion’s. Smiling and gentle expressions only made him look even more terrifying. But that didn’t trouble me or turn me off. On my home world, Guldar, handsome males abounded. However, as I’d learned the hard way, external beauty often hid the ugly monster dwelling within.

  Leaning forward, I gently kissed his lips. My tongue mingled with his as I began to massage his neck. My fingers lingered on the broad curves of his shoulders, my mouth following in their wake. I took my sweet time, exploring each crease, bump, bulging muscle and vein of his wondrous body. The whole time, Krygor’s rough hand caressed my back and the bare curves of my bum.

  As I leaned away from him to rub the oil on his stomach and around his pelvic area, Krygor suddenly lifted my leg up, yanking me over him. My yelp of surprise turned into a strangled gasp when he sat me on his face and rubbed his nose against my core. Thankfully, the oil bottle had been closed or it would have spilled all over the bed. Seconds later, Krygor’s fingers pushed aside the slim triangle of my thong before his tongue greedily tasted me. I cried out, my stomach contracting violently as he devoured me.

  Wishing to reciprocate, I leaned forward to wrap my hands around the massive length of his cock. A slightly darker shade than his sun kissed skin, it felt like silk between my fingers as I gently stroked him. Since his girth would never fit inside my mouth, I licked his length, sucking on the head and grazing it with my teeth. I loved his clean scent and the salty-sweet taste of him on my tongue. His approving grunts and his hips moving in counterpoint of my movements spurred me on.

  However, the pleasure building in the pit of my stomach as he lapped at my core and his calloused thumb rubbed my clit made it increasingly impossible for me to focus on my task. As soon as he sensed me beginning to crest, Krygor accelerated the movement of his thumb, his thick tongue dipping in and out of me. I fell apart with a startled cry, my body seizing violently. Krygor’s hands tightened, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of my bum cheeks to hold me in place while he licked and sucked on my little nub. He only relented once I began to come down from my high.

  As soon as he released me, I crawled off him. Krygor made as if to sit up, but I pushed him back down. Although still dizzy from my orgasm, I climbed on top of him, face to face, our sexes aligned. My man’s predatory expression made my stomach flip flop.

  “I want you,” Krygor said in a voice so deep with desire it came out as a barely intelligible rumble.

  “And so you shall have me,” I whispered, rubbing myself against his length to slightly coat it with my essence.

  “I must prepare you first,” Krygor intervened when I slipped a hand between us.

  “Hush,” I whispered, interrupting him with a kiss. “I am always ready for you. The Goddess made me for you.”

  It was a bold assertion. And yet, it had been spontaneous and not a calculated hint-hint. Still, as I aligned his cock with my opening, its sheer thickness made me tense with apprehension. What if I actually wasn’t able to take him?

  I carefully lowered myself onto him. Worry, hopeful anticipation, and a naked hunger played on Krygor’s face as slowly, inch by inch, the resistance of my inner walls gave way, stretching to accommodate him. It burned and hurt, despite how wet he’d gotten me. And yet, pleasure still dampened that discomfort as his thick cock rubbed against the sensitive walls of my sex. Unlike other species, Guldan females didn’t have a single G-spot, but multiple in the form of rippling ridges covering our inner walls. Even now, halfway in, my ridges contracted around his shaft, greedily drawing it in farther.

  Krygor’s lips parted, and his eyes widened as they squeezed him from all sides, gently stroking him until he was fully sheathed. I gave him a triumphant smile and, my palms resting on his chest, I leaned forward provocatively.

  “I told you I could make you feel things no other female in the entire Eastern Quadrant could,” I whispered smugly.

  Despite my bravado, relief flooded me now that the burning sensation was quickly fading as my body adjusted to his impossible girth. To further make my point, I ground over him before contracting my pelvic muscles, giving his cock an even stronger squeeze. Krygor hissed with pleasure and bared his teeth in a way that made my stomach do backflips and my nipples harden.

  Grabbing my bum cheeks in an almost bruising hold, Krygor sat up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Slowly, carefully, he lifted me up then lowered me back down onto his cock, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine.

  “You did, little Vaya, and I’m going to savor every moment of it,” he replied before kissing me again.

  I moaned in his mouth, each stroke of his cock sending waves of electric pleasure from my core outwards. My fingers fisted in his long, black, wavy hair, I gave myself over to the burning feel of his naked skin rubbing against mine, his calloused hands holding me possessively as he moved me on his shaft, and the conquering way his mouth claimed mine.

  “Ancestors!” Krygor whispered, breaking the kiss. “You feel so fucking good.”

  My heart soared at the awe in his voice made sultrier with pleasure. Turning us around, Krygor put me on my back, his arms slipping under my knees to open me wider. Looking down between us, he watched his cock pumping in and out of me, his face dissolved in an expression of pure pleasure and complete wonder.

  “Your pussy was made for my cock,” Krygor said with a possessiveness that gave me goosebumps. Leaning forward, he crushed my lips with a kiss while gradually picking up the pace. His mouth moving alongside my cheek to my left ear, he sucked on my earlobe before pressing his lips to my ear. “How much of me can you handle, Hope? How much of your giant’s passion can you manage?”

  Turning my head to face him, I tightened my hold around his lower back, my nails gently scraping his skin.

  “Give me all of you, and take all
of me, Krygor. I am yours to do with as you please. Your pleasure is my pleasure. My body was made for you.”

  A powerful expression I couldn’t decipher crossed his brutish features. Instead of the bruising kiss I had expected, Krygor captured my lips with a deep, gentle, almost tender kiss that melted me from the inside out.

  And then he unleashed his beast.

  My Braxian lover began to move inside me faster, with deeper, more powerful strokes, each one sending sparks of ecstasy through me, until I came undone. My inner walls clamped down on him, and he shouted my name as his seed shot inside me. But that didn’t stop him. Even as I writhed in bliss beneath him, Krygor continued to pound into me with near savagery and yet in a controlled fashion.

  By the time he finally relented, my giant had released his passion inside me five times and wrested at least six or seven orgasms from me. Turning us around, he lay on his back with me atop him, and his cock still buried deep within my sheath. Heart pounding, skin slick with sweat, I rested my head on his broad chest, cocooned in the powerful embrace of his arms. My body still thrummed with the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt and with an illusion of safety that I eternally wanted to hang on to.

  Tightening my arms around him, a single thought played in my mind: keep me.

  Chapter 3

  Krygor

  Sitting in the hot tub, my female on my lap facing me, and the water bubbling around us, a million questions pulled my mind in every direction. I’d never felt such intense pleasure with any female, and I was already addicted. I’d taken her eight times in our short time together and still wanted more. Although Hope had been an enthusiastic participant, she had to be sore by now or was certainly getting there. Non-Braxian females usually tapped out after round one, assuming they even managed to get through the first one.