Royal Claims Sha (4.16.20)
Apr 27, 2020 23:13:32 GMT
Post by Admin on Apr 27, 2020 23:13:32 GMT
Royal's hands moved to her face, and then slowly traced his way down her sides until his hands slipped under her. With a surprising amount of ease, the big Scot lifted her off of the couch and onto his lap, and then he stood up, holding her against him, his lips never leaving hers.
The soft press of her lips against his was suddenly as hungry as he was. When he shifted her, she easily went to her knees straddling him. But when he lifted her, her arms wound around his neck, and her legs around his hips as she broke the kiss a moment. "Afraid your kiss would weaken my legs, dear? You don't have to carry me." She was smiling but the uneasiness in her voice betrayed that she certainly wasn't used to being wholly and completely desired, wanted and loved. One hand ventured to run thru the hair on the back of his head as she spoke.
"I have to carry you if I am going to throw you on the bed." and he smiled as he moved them through the room. "I mean, you are half Klingon. I don't think wine and roses would really do the trick right now." and he stepped up to the door to the bedroom itself.
She laughed then and smiled relaxing. "So you plan on being a rough I take it? Just be careful, darling. I may think you really like me." She laughed and kissed him again with the plan to keep his walk to his bed a troubled and heated one. If he wasn't going to let up, neither would she. For the moment, he had succeeded in clearing her head, and her heart, and her troubles and insecurities were out the window.
Royal stopped kissing her, pulled his head back. Looking directly into her eyes with a focus and intensity she hadnt seen before, he said "Sha... I... do. I like you very much. And right now, there is no other place I want to be." and he pressed his lips to hers and then, quite unexpectedly, softly bit her lower lip. He then pulled slightly and let it go. "Well, there is one other place..." and he elbowed the door release and stepped backwards into the bedroom.
The room was dimly lit, and the music that was barely audible in the main room was just slightly louder in here. Turning to face the large bed, made larger than typical due to his size, he squeezed her butt and then literally tossed Sha the four feet between the door and the bed, landing her dead center.
" I meant what I said earlier. You do look amazing." and he stepped forward and stood at the foot of the bed. He smiled and leaned forward slightly, motioning her to him with one finger.
His words sent a shiver thru her that he would feel. When he bit her lip, the soft moan that had come from the kiss was replaced by a growl of desire as the hand in his hair tightened in reflex and her body pressed slightly closer.
When he tossed her, she cried out in surprise. On her backside, hands bracing her up as she sat up, she laughed. "Mmmmmm I guess you do..."
As Royal crooked his finger at Sha, she smiled. Rolling to her knees, she crawled towards him like a Klingon targ stalking its prey. At the foot of the bed, she rose up to put her hands on his chest.
A smile brightened on her face as she suddenly grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and used all her body weight to pull him down onto the bed, rolling at the last second so they landed side by side rather than him on top.
At least, she thought it was going to be side by side. While her maneuver did startle him a bit, he recovered quickly and shifted his weight so that she landed on top of him; her chest pressed to his and her face close enough to kiss... which he did with a drive he had been holding back.
As he did, his hands began to rub her back, and then one went to the back of her neck, pressing her lips against his. The other went lower and grabbed her ass, pushing her into him while he squeezed. The hand on her neck moved into her hair and pulled her back slightly, allowing his mouth to start moving down her neck.
Sha's laugh was swiftly swallowed by the kiss. As his hands moved over her, she bent her knees to straddle his hips and deepen the kiss.
When his hand slowly tugged back on hair to let him kiss down her neck, her fingers once more gripped his shirt in pleasure as her arched back pressed her hips harder against him. This time it wasn't a growl from her lips, but a soft moan that drifted into the air to be lost in the music of the room.
The moan seemed to stoke the already-present fire within Royal, and he moaned in returned. The kisses turned into soft bites, and lower hand slid up slightly to find the waist of her pants. His fingers slid slowly past the cloth barrier and under the fabric, finding the bare flesh of her left buttocks and grasping it with his fingers. His hips pushed back, and the level of his excitement was more than evident against her.
Her breath started to come in sharper and more shallow gasps with each bite. Her body fairly singing under his touch.
As Sha felt him press up, her automatic response was to push down. And just as his hardness was evidence of his desire, her own heat pressing thru his pants was her own silent admission of need and want.
When he touched bare flesh, she was lost enough in the moment that it never occurred to her that his thumb was scant inches from the fresh scars on her back. Right now, his teeth were keeping her attention as she naturally started to struggle slightly against the iron grip of his arms. Klingon blood rose to the surface as her sub conscious tools her only a man who could claim her completely was worthy of her.
Royal felt her in her entirety. Every muscle, every breath, every touch of hers on him sent electricity through his mind. Without thinking he grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted, wanting nothing more than the feel of her skin against his. As his arms rose, his hand found the scars and he hesitated, her shirt halfway up her body, waiting to see if there was pain... or at least, pain enough to make him stop.
She was lost in the moment, wanting him almost desperately. It had been so very long.
But when his hand slid up hey back and paused, her senses suddenly came back in a snap. She froze, his hand in her hair keeping her from looking back down. Her face filled with panic and she tried to squirm off him as she bit her lip.
Royal held her fast. Human or not, the big Scot was still incredibly strong. He looked up at her and said softly "Sha... it's ok with me. We all have our scars to bear. Some are just more visible than others." and he let her go. He moved himself away from her only slightly and he smiled a gentle smile. "Tell you what... I'll show you mine if you show me yours. And Sha... they don't change they way I see you. Notta bit."
Sha gasped as he gripped her tighter for a moment. When he spoke to her about scars, it released a little tension and she went still, ceasing her struggling.
As he released her, she moved to the opposite side of the bed. Her back was to him a he tried to coax her into sharing. Turning back to Royal, she looked at him for a long moment. She knew as he said nothing would change how he saw her, that he was telling the truth. Perhaps just seeing them wouldn't change him. By would knowing how and why change things? She could muster the strength to show him. But if he asked... she didn't think she was that strong.
Unable to speak, she managed a half murmured, "...ok..." She started with her boots, unzipping and placing them on the floor. Then she slid out of her leggings. At that point, she paused, knees against the bed, arms crossed over her chest, and waited to see what he'd do. Old scars, barely white, covered her legs and right hip. Most he knew were scars from work, sparring, and typical innocent things. The raked marks on her right hip were the freshest, though still many years old.
Sinclair watched as she began, and his eyes flashed with both hunger and with... something else... something softer.
He stood up on the opposite side of the bed and pulled his shirt off. His chest was well muscled and his abs were visible. On his left shoulder dead Center on the front, were two half moon scars... a bite mark? He kicked off his shoes and then looked at her. With a small grin, his hands slowly went to the waist of his pants and he slowly undid the belt and buttons. He slowly slid them down, and then kicked them away.
On his left hip, barely visible under the remaing fabric of his underwear, was a one inch in diameter circle scar. The skin around it seemed a bit whiter than the rest of him.
"Last chance to run. We go much further, and you'll see what I was wearing when my mom had me."
Her eyes watched him undress, not quite brave enough to look at his face and see him looking at her. She watched him undress and her breath hitched at his body. It was better looking than she had even imagined when she was gone, for she had thought of him often.
When he stopped, her eyes were on the odd scar on his hips. His voice brought her eyes up to his and she managed to make herself move. Sha crawled upright, on her knees, towards him on the bed. She kept her eyes on his as she moved. When scant inches separated them, she raised her hands to run over his hips, looking at the oddness of color. Since she didn't want him asking about her, she didn't voice curiosity about him.
She looked up once more before both hands rose to slowly pull his shift up and over his head. Once it dropped on the floor beside him, leaving him in just his underwear, she paused to look at the expanse of chest and torso before her. He was so handsome in her eyes.
Royal stood looking down at Sha, and put his hand on hers. He moved her hand on his skin and put it on his thigh. Under the fabric of the underwear were more scars, covered by the thin cotton.
"You can see them... if you want. And I can tell you about them... if you want." He put his other hand under her chin and lifted her face to look at his. "And if you want to keep your shirt on, that's fine." and the hand dropped to caress the side of her breast with his fingertips. "But dont do that for me. I'm fine with you as you are." and he bent down to put his face near hers. "I want you, Sha... scars and all."
Her breath hitched again in pleasure and anticipation, once more starting to relax and he covered her hand and caressed down his body. Her eyes closed slightly as he caressed her breast and when he moved closer, she nodded silently in agreement.
As he released her to make her choice, her hands crossed over her stomach and gripped the edges of the tank top she wore. With a deep breath, she pulled it up and over her head till she was only in her panties, kneeling bare before him. She couldn't quite release the shirt, watching his eyes wander over her body. There wasn't much marring her front. The usual cuts n scrapes one would expect from sparring and work. But nothing serious.
She finally managed to drop her shirt on the bed beside her and rest her hand on his chest. Looking into his eyes, her voice, still barely a whisper, and her body shivering slightly, managed to get out a single phrase, "I want you, Royal...."
Royal nodded slightly and slowly moved his hands to grasp her hands. Moving her hands to his hips, he very slowly pushed her hands down... his underwear traveling with them. Stepping out of them, he put his hands on her shoulders and quite suddenly pushed her back onto the bed and then laid on top of her kissing her deeply, his tongue finding hers and their lips crushing each other.
With one free hand, he slid down her side until he came to ber panties. Grasping the top, he bunched as much if the sheer fabric as he could and then yanked, ripping them off of her.
Her blush deepened slightly, her lower lip slipping between her teeth as his eyes locked his hers and he helped her push his underwear away. He shoved of her onto the bed elicited a gasp from her that left her mouth wide for his claiming and her hips rose automatically as he pressed down on her. What she hadn't been prepared for was the brutality he executed with the tearing of her panties. The yank of fabric against her skin and the slight bit of pain from it biting into her flesh before giving under his grip left her once more crying out into his mouth with a whimper that was swiftly swallowed by the lust of his kiss.
She moved under him trying to get a grip of his body so she could roll him to give herself the upper hand once more, trying to ignore the hardness of his need against her hot desire.
Royal allowed her to roll him, but kept his lips on hers. When she was on top of him, he adjusted his hips to prevent him from becoming one with her. Pulling his lips away, he looked at her and said "Not yet. Not until you tell me that I have won you." and his voice rose and his face turned red with the power of his words. "Do you hear me, woman?! I WILL WIN ALL OF YOU."
When she was straddling him, she let her knees bend and straddle him as they kissed. She didn't want him yet, so didn't fight the repositioning. But as his hand once more twisted in her hair and tugged back to break the kiss, her face flushed and she looked at him with desire. She was expecting him to ask for permission to continue.
But his words cut thru her like a seering bat'leth and she felt him reach her core. He wanted to claim her completely! Something inside her balked. It meant she would be his, and only his, till he chose otherwise. At least, that's what her mother told her about Klingon matings.
She wanted him... and she knew he wanted her. But did he honestly realize what he was asking of her? Of them both? Only the word 'no' would stop what they were doing. And only if she said it before he filled her and claimed her. She couldn't bring herself to say 'no' because she wanted him. But at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to say 'yes'.
Instead, she fought against the tug of his hand and tried once more to kiss him with a soft smile on her face hoping to get him to kiss her once more.
Royal wanted to kiss her more than anything, but he was trying to stay focused. He knew what he was asking of her. He knew what the potentialities were. And he knew that he would never find another woman like her. So he pulled her back, refused the kiss. "Not until I win. I'm not in this to have a few nights of fun. I'm here for you, Sha. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure you know that."
He truly wanted her. Well if he wanted her, he was going to have to prove it. She tugged harder against him and her smile turned into something more primitive and feral. "You don't know what you're asking..." she whispered in a low growl. "Remember you started this..." was her final growl to him.
Instead of trying to drop her head forward, which only pulled harder against his grip, Sha leaned back and when his grip loosened just a touch, she tried to duck and roll away from him.
"Oh, I know. And I'll prove it." and when she made the move to get away, he was ready. As she ducked, he dropped his weight down to get a full grip on her upper arms and fell backwards, drawing her to him. "You'll have to do better, lass. Bring it, Sha. Make me earn you." <e>
She was caught in his grip. Her arms held, pinned to her side as she half fell back over him. "Ahhh..." As he challenged her, something inside her reared up and roared. It wasn't physical so much as something slipping under skin and flashing a moment in her eyes. Without warning or thinking, she dropped her body the rest of the way and swiftly smashed her forehead to his. She only need a moment for him to be stunned for her to roll off and scramble for the foot of the bed. (e)
Royal released her and gasped in pain. Shaking the stars out of his eyes, he checked for blood. None... yet. He looked at the beautiful naked woman crouched at the foot of his bed. He saw the primal look in her eyes and he grinned. "All of you. Every part of you..." and he brought himself up on his knees, his muscled body tense and his... excitement... more than evident. "I want every single part." and the he did something not even he expected. He launched himself off the bed, tackling the woman he was more and more sure was going to be the best and most complicated part if his life. <e>
She had expected a lot of things. A yelp, a growl, even rage. But when he rose above her crouched body, her eyes looked at his need and then at his eyes. He was determined. His words let her know he wasn't speaking lightly and knew what he was asking of her.
She gasped as he pounced and tried to lunge out of the way. But his speed, and nearness, made it impossible to clear the bed completely. She cried out in surprise as his arm managed to snake her middle and they tumbled to the floor. It was off center and unexpected and this time she was the one temporarily stunned when her head smacked the carpeted floor. But she didn't let that stop her from trying to once more scramble from his grasp. But she was fighting the stun and couldn't do more than get her upper body free. On her stomach, clawing the short piled carpet trying to get the rest of her body out from under him. Her growling became louder as she moved (e)
Royal scrambled to get on top of the writhing half-Klingon, half-Human, and all encompassing woman. Straddling her hips, his obvious maleness laying in the split of her buttocks, he chest on her back, he grappled trying to get her arms. When he could finally get them held down on the floor, he moved his face next to her ear. Her smell was erotic, intensifying his want to be with her. But he knew that would not be possible unless they both committed... and both surrendered to each other. "Tell me I won. TELL ME. Tell me you are mine... 'cause then I'll be yours. And Sha... I want to be yours. And right now." <e>
She kicked and hollered as he clawed his way up her body and used his brute strength and body weight to pin her to the ground. By now she as hollering Klingon expletives and kicking her legs. When he straddled her she kicked her heels up hoping to get the middle of his back. But because of where he was sitting, they landed barely with any strength against his butt.
She struggled to no avail under his body as she tried to get loose. But the way he had her anchored down, and her wrists above her head unable to be used as leverage, she soon realized she had no way out. After several more moments, she went still under him. Her body heaving with each drawn breath. The struggle wasn't physical anymore... it was mental. So much of her past had proven human males loved the idea of a Klingon woman, even a half blood, for a short time. But for long term, they grew weary of the newness and soon left her for some other spunky human female who would turn docile at the drop of a hat.
Her right cheek laying on the carpet, her eyes closed, she soon whispered softly, "I am yours, Royal... you have won me..." She opened her eyes and looked back at him. There was a sheen like tears, but it wasn't pain. "I won't be a trophy, know that. If you move beyond this, we are truly bound. Please understand that. I cannot play at this...." Her words were almost pleading. She was giving him one final chance to get out of what basically amounted to them being handfasted. It wasn't a marriage, nothing that official. But definitely on that par with its level of commitment to one another. (e)
Royal looked at her, her face, the words and past etched in her eyes. He felt her body ease, and the tension subside. He didn't release her arms, not yet. "You are not a trophy. And you never will be. I haven't won you. I have won the opportunity to try and win you. And try I will... as long as you allow me to. You are special, Sha. To me." and then he released her arms, slowly sliding his hands up her outstretched arms, across her shoulders, down her back. He traced the fresh scars with his fingertips, but didn't focus on them. Instead, his hands came to her waist. He lifted himself to his knees and pulled her hips up and back bringing her to her hands and knees, putting his physical desire for her as near to the heat of her passion as he could without finalizing the act. He then leaned over her, softly kissed her shoulders, her neck, and biting her ear lobe. "I am yours, Sha. In whatever form that takes." and he slowly rubbed himself against her. <e>
She shivered and shuddered as he caressed over her. When he didn't linger on her new scars, it won points with her. Sha gasped in pleasure as he yanked her up to her knees. Her hands going under in reflex and her hips pressing back in his hands. She knew his words were sincere. She felt it in her core.
As he kissed her neck and bit her ear, she leaned her head back to give him more access. Her eyes closed in bliss and pleasure. And her words came out clear, with barely a hint of panting from want and need in it. "Don't be easy on me..." she said as she wriggled her hips in anticipation trying to get him inside her. (e)
He didn't deny her any longer. With a slight movement, he plunged inside her, going as deep as their respective bodies would let him. He gasped in pleasure and was still a moment, shocked at himself and her, but knowing that this was exactly where they should be. He stayed still for a few long moments, then began moving slowly... then slightly faster... faster... and he took her words to heart. He drove hard inside her, grabbing her left hip with one hand and a handful of hair in the right and pulling her head back. He watched the dancing of her ass as he slammed into her, and watched her breasts move with their movements. <e>
She cried out and joined with his moan and she felt him slide home and fill her. 'Home' seemed appropriate cause that's where she felt she was. But the thought was soon erased as primal desire took over. She matched his movements in counter rhythm as he plunged in time and again.
Her cries matched his grunts, though her throat was taunt from his pull. She tried to bite her lip but it didn't stop the moans. She gripped the carpet, and tried to rear up, tried to get control of the situation. She was caught between wanting to let him continue and wanting to take control. She struggled but it wasn't with her full strength. He was drawing it out and it was driving her insane. "Plleeaseee....." was all she could manage between her gasps. (e)
Royal heard her plea and slammed harder three more times. He then wrapped an arm around her stomach and stood up, lifting her with him still inside. He turned slightly and brought them both down on the bed, him on his back and her on top facing away from him. "Since... you said... please..." was all he could get out in words. <e>
His grip and rise made her cry out once more and wrap her arms around her middle as if trying to keep herself from falling. But she had nothing to worry about as she landed on the bed.
Shifting slightly to slide her legs beneath her, she knelt and began moving up and down once more. Without his body weighing her down, she was free to move at a different pace. She drew herself up almost to the tip of him only to then plunge down again as she heard his breath hitch with desire and frustration. She was enjoying teasing him.
Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled mischievously. She practically dared him to make her rhythm change in her silent look as her nails dragged up the inside of his thighs teasingly. (e)
Royal squirmed against her, the pain from the nails only serving to drive him closer and closer. Finally he sat up and put his chest flat against her back, put his hands on her breasts and with every downward drop he squeezed, taking joy in the fact that their breathing was in as in synch as the rest of them and in the grunts and gasps from her. <e>
The soft press of her lips against his was suddenly as hungry as he was. When he shifted her, she easily went to her knees straddling him. But when he lifted her, her arms wound around his neck, and her legs around his hips as she broke the kiss a moment. "Afraid your kiss would weaken my legs, dear? You don't have to carry me." She was smiling but the uneasiness in her voice betrayed that she certainly wasn't used to being wholly and completely desired, wanted and loved. One hand ventured to run thru the hair on the back of his head as she spoke.
"I have to carry you if I am going to throw you on the bed." and he smiled as he moved them through the room. "I mean, you are half Klingon. I don't think wine and roses would really do the trick right now." and he stepped up to the door to the bedroom itself.
She laughed then and smiled relaxing. "So you plan on being a rough I take it? Just be careful, darling. I may think you really like me." She laughed and kissed him again with the plan to keep his walk to his bed a troubled and heated one. If he wasn't going to let up, neither would she. For the moment, he had succeeded in clearing her head, and her heart, and her troubles and insecurities were out the window.
Royal stopped kissing her, pulled his head back. Looking directly into her eyes with a focus and intensity she hadnt seen before, he said "Sha... I... do. I like you very much. And right now, there is no other place I want to be." and he pressed his lips to hers and then, quite unexpectedly, softly bit her lower lip. He then pulled slightly and let it go. "Well, there is one other place..." and he elbowed the door release and stepped backwards into the bedroom.
The room was dimly lit, and the music that was barely audible in the main room was just slightly louder in here. Turning to face the large bed, made larger than typical due to his size, he squeezed her butt and then literally tossed Sha the four feet between the door and the bed, landing her dead center.
" I meant what I said earlier. You do look amazing." and he stepped forward and stood at the foot of the bed. He smiled and leaned forward slightly, motioning her to him with one finger.
His words sent a shiver thru her that he would feel. When he bit her lip, the soft moan that had come from the kiss was replaced by a growl of desire as the hand in his hair tightened in reflex and her body pressed slightly closer.
When he tossed her, she cried out in surprise. On her backside, hands bracing her up as she sat up, she laughed. "Mmmmmm I guess you do..."
As Royal crooked his finger at Sha, she smiled. Rolling to her knees, she crawled towards him like a Klingon targ stalking its prey. At the foot of the bed, she rose up to put her hands on his chest.
A smile brightened on her face as she suddenly grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and used all her body weight to pull him down onto the bed, rolling at the last second so they landed side by side rather than him on top.
At least, she thought it was going to be side by side. While her maneuver did startle him a bit, he recovered quickly and shifted his weight so that she landed on top of him; her chest pressed to his and her face close enough to kiss... which he did with a drive he had been holding back.
As he did, his hands began to rub her back, and then one went to the back of her neck, pressing her lips against his. The other went lower and grabbed her ass, pushing her into him while he squeezed. The hand on her neck moved into her hair and pulled her back slightly, allowing his mouth to start moving down her neck.
Sha's laugh was swiftly swallowed by the kiss. As his hands moved over her, she bent her knees to straddle his hips and deepen the kiss.
When his hand slowly tugged back on hair to let him kiss down her neck, her fingers once more gripped his shirt in pleasure as her arched back pressed her hips harder against him. This time it wasn't a growl from her lips, but a soft moan that drifted into the air to be lost in the music of the room.
The moan seemed to stoke the already-present fire within Royal, and he moaned in returned. The kisses turned into soft bites, and lower hand slid up slightly to find the waist of her pants. His fingers slid slowly past the cloth barrier and under the fabric, finding the bare flesh of her left buttocks and grasping it with his fingers. His hips pushed back, and the level of his excitement was more than evident against her.
Her breath started to come in sharper and more shallow gasps with each bite. Her body fairly singing under his touch.
As Sha felt him press up, her automatic response was to push down. And just as his hardness was evidence of his desire, her own heat pressing thru his pants was her own silent admission of need and want.
When he touched bare flesh, she was lost enough in the moment that it never occurred to her that his thumb was scant inches from the fresh scars on her back. Right now, his teeth were keeping her attention as she naturally started to struggle slightly against the iron grip of his arms. Klingon blood rose to the surface as her sub conscious tools her only a man who could claim her completely was worthy of her.
Royal felt her in her entirety. Every muscle, every breath, every touch of hers on him sent electricity through his mind. Without thinking he grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted, wanting nothing more than the feel of her skin against his. As his arms rose, his hand found the scars and he hesitated, her shirt halfway up her body, waiting to see if there was pain... or at least, pain enough to make him stop.
She was lost in the moment, wanting him almost desperately. It had been so very long.
But when his hand slid up hey back and paused, her senses suddenly came back in a snap. She froze, his hand in her hair keeping her from looking back down. Her face filled with panic and she tried to squirm off him as she bit her lip.
Royal held her fast. Human or not, the big Scot was still incredibly strong. He looked up at her and said softly "Sha... it's ok with me. We all have our scars to bear. Some are just more visible than others." and he let her go. He moved himself away from her only slightly and he smiled a gentle smile. "Tell you what... I'll show you mine if you show me yours. And Sha... they don't change they way I see you. Notta bit."
Sha gasped as he gripped her tighter for a moment. When he spoke to her about scars, it released a little tension and she went still, ceasing her struggling.
As he released her, she moved to the opposite side of the bed. Her back was to him a he tried to coax her into sharing. Turning back to Royal, she looked at him for a long moment. She knew as he said nothing would change how he saw her, that he was telling the truth. Perhaps just seeing them wouldn't change him. By would knowing how and why change things? She could muster the strength to show him. But if he asked... she didn't think she was that strong.
Unable to speak, she managed a half murmured, "...ok..." She started with her boots, unzipping and placing them on the floor. Then she slid out of her leggings. At that point, she paused, knees against the bed, arms crossed over her chest, and waited to see what he'd do. Old scars, barely white, covered her legs and right hip. Most he knew were scars from work, sparring, and typical innocent things. The raked marks on her right hip were the freshest, though still many years old.
Sinclair watched as she began, and his eyes flashed with both hunger and with... something else... something softer.
He stood up on the opposite side of the bed and pulled his shirt off. His chest was well muscled and his abs were visible. On his left shoulder dead Center on the front, were two half moon scars... a bite mark? He kicked off his shoes and then looked at her. With a small grin, his hands slowly went to the waist of his pants and he slowly undid the belt and buttons. He slowly slid them down, and then kicked them away.
On his left hip, barely visible under the remaing fabric of his underwear, was a one inch in diameter circle scar. The skin around it seemed a bit whiter than the rest of him.
"Last chance to run. We go much further, and you'll see what I was wearing when my mom had me."
Her eyes watched him undress, not quite brave enough to look at his face and see him looking at her. She watched him undress and her breath hitched at his body. It was better looking than she had even imagined when she was gone, for she had thought of him often.
When he stopped, her eyes were on the odd scar on his hips. His voice brought her eyes up to his and she managed to make herself move. Sha crawled upright, on her knees, towards him on the bed. She kept her eyes on his as she moved. When scant inches separated them, she raised her hands to run over his hips, looking at the oddness of color. Since she didn't want him asking about her, she didn't voice curiosity about him.
She looked up once more before both hands rose to slowly pull his shift up and over his head. Once it dropped on the floor beside him, leaving him in just his underwear, she paused to look at the expanse of chest and torso before her. He was so handsome in her eyes.
Royal stood looking down at Sha, and put his hand on hers. He moved her hand on his skin and put it on his thigh. Under the fabric of the underwear were more scars, covered by the thin cotton.
"You can see them... if you want. And I can tell you about them... if you want." He put his other hand under her chin and lifted her face to look at his. "And if you want to keep your shirt on, that's fine." and the hand dropped to caress the side of her breast with his fingertips. "But dont do that for me. I'm fine with you as you are." and he bent down to put his face near hers. "I want you, Sha... scars and all."
Her breath hitched again in pleasure and anticipation, once more starting to relax and he covered her hand and caressed down his body. Her eyes closed slightly as he caressed her breast and when he moved closer, she nodded silently in agreement.
As he released her to make her choice, her hands crossed over her stomach and gripped the edges of the tank top she wore. With a deep breath, she pulled it up and over her head till she was only in her panties, kneeling bare before him. She couldn't quite release the shirt, watching his eyes wander over her body. There wasn't much marring her front. The usual cuts n scrapes one would expect from sparring and work. But nothing serious.
She finally managed to drop her shirt on the bed beside her and rest her hand on his chest. Looking into his eyes, her voice, still barely a whisper, and her body shivering slightly, managed to get out a single phrase, "I want you, Royal...."
Royal nodded slightly and slowly moved his hands to grasp her hands. Moving her hands to his hips, he very slowly pushed her hands down... his underwear traveling with them. Stepping out of them, he put his hands on her shoulders and quite suddenly pushed her back onto the bed and then laid on top of her kissing her deeply, his tongue finding hers and their lips crushing each other.
With one free hand, he slid down her side until he came to ber panties. Grasping the top, he bunched as much if the sheer fabric as he could and then yanked, ripping them off of her.
Her blush deepened slightly, her lower lip slipping between her teeth as his eyes locked his hers and he helped her push his underwear away. He shoved of her onto the bed elicited a gasp from her that left her mouth wide for his claiming and her hips rose automatically as he pressed down on her. What she hadn't been prepared for was the brutality he executed with the tearing of her panties. The yank of fabric against her skin and the slight bit of pain from it biting into her flesh before giving under his grip left her once more crying out into his mouth with a whimper that was swiftly swallowed by the lust of his kiss.
She moved under him trying to get a grip of his body so she could roll him to give herself the upper hand once more, trying to ignore the hardness of his need against her hot desire.
Royal allowed her to roll him, but kept his lips on hers. When she was on top of him, he adjusted his hips to prevent him from becoming one with her. Pulling his lips away, he looked at her and said "Not yet. Not until you tell me that I have won you." and his voice rose and his face turned red with the power of his words. "Do you hear me, woman?! I WILL WIN ALL OF YOU."
When she was straddling him, she let her knees bend and straddle him as they kissed. She didn't want him yet, so didn't fight the repositioning. But as his hand once more twisted in her hair and tugged back to break the kiss, her face flushed and she looked at him with desire. She was expecting him to ask for permission to continue.
But his words cut thru her like a seering bat'leth and she felt him reach her core. He wanted to claim her completely! Something inside her balked. It meant she would be his, and only his, till he chose otherwise. At least, that's what her mother told her about Klingon matings.
She wanted him... and she knew he wanted her. But did he honestly realize what he was asking of her? Of them both? Only the word 'no' would stop what they were doing. And only if she said it before he filled her and claimed her. She couldn't bring herself to say 'no' because she wanted him. But at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to say 'yes'.
Instead, she fought against the tug of his hand and tried once more to kiss him with a soft smile on her face hoping to get him to kiss her once more.
Royal wanted to kiss her more than anything, but he was trying to stay focused. He knew what he was asking of her. He knew what the potentialities were. And he knew that he would never find another woman like her. So he pulled her back, refused the kiss. "Not until I win. I'm not in this to have a few nights of fun. I'm here for you, Sha. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure you know that."
He truly wanted her. Well if he wanted her, he was going to have to prove it. She tugged harder against him and her smile turned into something more primitive and feral. "You don't know what you're asking..." she whispered in a low growl. "Remember you started this..." was her final growl to him.
Instead of trying to drop her head forward, which only pulled harder against his grip, Sha leaned back and when his grip loosened just a touch, she tried to duck and roll away from him.
"Oh, I know. And I'll prove it." and when she made the move to get away, he was ready. As she ducked, he dropped his weight down to get a full grip on her upper arms and fell backwards, drawing her to him. "You'll have to do better, lass. Bring it, Sha. Make me earn you." <e>
She was caught in his grip. Her arms held, pinned to her side as she half fell back over him. "Ahhh..." As he challenged her, something inside her reared up and roared. It wasn't physical so much as something slipping under skin and flashing a moment in her eyes. Without warning or thinking, she dropped her body the rest of the way and swiftly smashed her forehead to his. She only need a moment for him to be stunned for her to roll off and scramble for the foot of the bed. (e)
Royal released her and gasped in pain. Shaking the stars out of his eyes, he checked for blood. None... yet. He looked at the beautiful naked woman crouched at the foot of his bed. He saw the primal look in her eyes and he grinned. "All of you. Every part of you..." and he brought himself up on his knees, his muscled body tense and his... excitement... more than evident. "I want every single part." and the he did something not even he expected. He launched himself off the bed, tackling the woman he was more and more sure was going to be the best and most complicated part if his life. <e>
She had expected a lot of things. A yelp, a growl, even rage. But when he rose above her crouched body, her eyes looked at his need and then at his eyes. He was determined. His words let her know he wasn't speaking lightly and knew what he was asking of her.
She gasped as he pounced and tried to lunge out of the way. But his speed, and nearness, made it impossible to clear the bed completely. She cried out in surprise as his arm managed to snake her middle and they tumbled to the floor. It was off center and unexpected and this time she was the one temporarily stunned when her head smacked the carpeted floor. But she didn't let that stop her from trying to once more scramble from his grasp. But she was fighting the stun and couldn't do more than get her upper body free. On her stomach, clawing the short piled carpet trying to get the rest of her body out from under him. Her growling became louder as she moved (e)
Royal scrambled to get on top of the writhing half-Klingon, half-Human, and all encompassing woman. Straddling her hips, his obvious maleness laying in the split of her buttocks, he chest on her back, he grappled trying to get her arms. When he could finally get them held down on the floor, he moved his face next to her ear. Her smell was erotic, intensifying his want to be with her. But he knew that would not be possible unless they both committed... and both surrendered to each other. "Tell me I won. TELL ME. Tell me you are mine... 'cause then I'll be yours. And Sha... I want to be yours. And right now." <e>
She kicked and hollered as he clawed his way up her body and used his brute strength and body weight to pin her to the ground. By now she as hollering Klingon expletives and kicking her legs. When he straddled her she kicked her heels up hoping to get the middle of his back. But because of where he was sitting, they landed barely with any strength against his butt.
She struggled to no avail under his body as she tried to get loose. But the way he had her anchored down, and her wrists above her head unable to be used as leverage, she soon realized she had no way out. After several more moments, she went still under him. Her body heaving with each drawn breath. The struggle wasn't physical anymore... it was mental. So much of her past had proven human males loved the idea of a Klingon woman, even a half blood, for a short time. But for long term, they grew weary of the newness and soon left her for some other spunky human female who would turn docile at the drop of a hat.
Her right cheek laying on the carpet, her eyes closed, she soon whispered softly, "I am yours, Royal... you have won me..." She opened her eyes and looked back at him. There was a sheen like tears, but it wasn't pain. "I won't be a trophy, know that. If you move beyond this, we are truly bound. Please understand that. I cannot play at this...." Her words were almost pleading. She was giving him one final chance to get out of what basically amounted to them being handfasted. It wasn't a marriage, nothing that official. But definitely on that par with its level of commitment to one another. (e)
Royal looked at her, her face, the words and past etched in her eyes. He felt her body ease, and the tension subside. He didn't release her arms, not yet. "You are not a trophy. And you never will be. I haven't won you. I have won the opportunity to try and win you. And try I will... as long as you allow me to. You are special, Sha. To me." and then he released her arms, slowly sliding his hands up her outstretched arms, across her shoulders, down her back. He traced the fresh scars with his fingertips, but didn't focus on them. Instead, his hands came to her waist. He lifted himself to his knees and pulled her hips up and back bringing her to her hands and knees, putting his physical desire for her as near to the heat of her passion as he could without finalizing the act. He then leaned over her, softly kissed her shoulders, her neck, and biting her ear lobe. "I am yours, Sha. In whatever form that takes." and he slowly rubbed himself against her. <e>
She shivered and shuddered as he caressed over her. When he didn't linger on her new scars, it won points with her. Sha gasped in pleasure as he yanked her up to her knees. Her hands going under in reflex and her hips pressing back in his hands. She knew his words were sincere. She felt it in her core.
As he kissed her neck and bit her ear, she leaned her head back to give him more access. Her eyes closed in bliss and pleasure. And her words came out clear, with barely a hint of panting from want and need in it. "Don't be easy on me..." she said as she wriggled her hips in anticipation trying to get him inside her. (e)
He didn't deny her any longer. With a slight movement, he plunged inside her, going as deep as their respective bodies would let him. He gasped in pleasure and was still a moment, shocked at himself and her, but knowing that this was exactly where they should be. He stayed still for a few long moments, then began moving slowly... then slightly faster... faster... and he took her words to heart. He drove hard inside her, grabbing her left hip with one hand and a handful of hair in the right and pulling her head back. He watched the dancing of her ass as he slammed into her, and watched her breasts move with their movements. <e>
She cried out and joined with his moan and she felt him slide home and fill her. 'Home' seemed appropriate cause that's where she felt she was. But the thought was soon erased as primal desire took over. She matched his movements in counter rhythm as he plunged in time and again.
Her cries matched his grunts, though her throat was taunt from his pull. She tried to bite her lip but it didn't stop the moans. She gripped the carpet, and tried to rear up, tried to get control of the situation. She was caught between wanting to let him continue and wanting to take control. She struggled but it wasn't with her full strength. He was drawing it out and it was driving her insane. "Plleeaseee....." was all she could manage between her gasps. (e)
Royal heard her plea and slammed harder three more times. He then wrapped an arm around her stomach and stood up, lifting her with him still inside. He turned slightly and brought them both down on the bed, him on his back and her on top facing away from him. "Since... you said... please..." was all he could get out in words. <e>
His grip and rise made her cry out once more and wrap her arms around her middle as if trying to keep herself from falling. But she had nothing to worry about as she landed on the bed.
Shifting slightly to slide her legs beneath her, she knelt and began moving up and down once more. Without his body weighing her down, she was free to move at a different pace. She drew herself up almost to the tip of him only to then plunge down again as she heard his breath hitch with desire and frustration. She was enjoying teasing him.
Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled mischievously. She practically dared him to make her rhythm change in her silent look as her nails dragged up the inside of his thighs teasingly. (e)
Royal squirmed against her, the pain from the nails only serving to drive him closer and closer. Finally he sat up and put his chest flat against her back, put his hands on her breasts and with every downward drop he squeezed, taking joy in the fact that their breathing was in as in synch as the rest of them and in the grunts and gasps from her. <e>