ARMOR [New World Book 2] (9 page)

“Please, I would like very
much to make love to you if you promise not to mate with me. If you can’t
promise, then I won’t. This is so unfair and I’m so sorry for both of us. I
swear I would have given you all of me if we had mated.”

Dasks felt her lips touch the
side of his neck. He could smell she spoke the truth. This disease wasn’t
harmful to him. He also sensed another need. The feel of her emotions was so strong
he could almost taste them in his mouth. Perhaps with the secretions he could.
Her arousal was so much more than just sexual pleasure, it was also wanting to
be comforted. Dasks had never had sex. Was that what bonded them? Joining?

“I want to learn how to calm
your body when we join,” he said.

Amy choked on a laugh. It was
sweet.

“I suppose there is a
frenzied calm when you make love.”

“What is making love?” Dasks
asked.

“It’s more than a Castian in
must. Or even a female in lust. It’s wanting to give while taking what the
other has to offer, not demanding it.”

“I want to make love to you.”

This making love was
important. Dasks could feel it. Amy was afraid for her life, she needed his
strength. Dasks knew he could offer her his power. He was a warrior and
fearless. Frustrated, he knew it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t protect her from
something he couldn’t battle. Dasks felt Amy’s small hands trail over his body.
It felt good. He wondered if he would make her feel good if he did the same
thing. Dasks’ hand rose and he began to mimic what she did. Her body was
incredible and so soft. Her scent of arousal heightened with his touch. Dasks
could smell heat wafting to his nostrils and they flared. His lips pulled back
a ways to accommodate his fangs that seemed to grow larger. Dasks felt a low
groan build in his throat. His cock jumped with life and Dasks stilled. He
looked down. Dasks was amazed. His cock was growing.

“Amy?”

“Mmm.”

Her mouth was pressed against
his belly.

“I don’t want to alarm you,
but it appears my fangs aren’t the only thing that grows when I’m aroused.”

“I see that.”

She didn’t sound afraid. That
was a good sign. Dasks’ eyes widened as her lips went further down. Dasks could
see his manhood. Lord of Dargon, it was huge. If he was her, he would have run.
Amy didn’t run and he didn’t sense that she found anything unusual about what
was happening to him.
How can she be so calm?
Dasks’ heart almost
stopped in his chest when her mouth settled over his huge erection. He gasped
in a ragged breath. His hands shook. Dasks couldn’t do the same thing to
her…she had no cock! What was he supposed to do? Up and down her mouth slid
back and forth over him, around him. Dasks felt the bedding bunch and tear
under his fingers. Her tongue laved over him as his entire body quivered.

It was like nothing Dasks had
ever felt before. Amy’s small tongue licked round in circles at his head before
she sucked him deep into her mouth again. The velvety softness of her mouth
mixed with her scent of wanting to please him made him feel heady. When Amy’s
hand reached up to fondle his balls, Dasks was overwhelmed. It took everything
he had not to toss her over and lay on top of her.

Amy’s rounded, beautiful,
perfectly formed behind was moving slowly as she mouthed him. Dasks released
his death grip on the bedding and held her hips. She pushed him back so he lay
down. Her hair was just long enough to brush over him in a teasing gesture.
Dasks wasn’t certain, but he guessed instinctively this wasn’t all there was to
joining.

“Amy?”

Amy released his cock and
climbed onto him. “Only if you mark me are we mated, right?”

“Yes.”

“If you come inside me, we
won’t be mated?”

“Come?”

“Release your seed.”

My seed?
It appeared Cobra had left out a few parts of this
mating ritual thing. “We won’t be mated,” he said with some confusion. “Not
unless I mark you.”

“Don’t mark me.”

Amy tossed her leg over him
and sat a bit higher than his waist. Dasks had never seen a female’s sex and he
thought everything was tucked inside. Amy guided his hand to her mound. With
careful fingers he touched her folds and parted them. A small bud peeked at him
and curiously he touched it. Amy made a small sound in the back of her throat.
She liked his touch. Encouraged, Dasks’ finger rubbed the cute little bud,
making her squirm. Dasks slipped a finger inside, past her teasing lips and
bud. Inside was hot and moist. Amy had her own secretions. Dasks knew a human
could sweat, but this was different. When Dasks had felt her mouth on his cock
he had sensed her emotions through her saliva. Her vaginal secretions absorbed
into his skin and Dasks’ primal urge soared.

Dasks slid another finger
inside her. Her insides closed around him and Amy moaned. Up and down she moved
against him. Secretions from his fingers made her wet. Amy’s mouth opened and
she gasped. Warm wetness surrounded his fingers and Dasks could sense her
climax. It filled him and he burned with must. Dasks’ cock jumped and he
suddenly knew he wanted to be buried inside her. He wanted to pump his
magnificent erection so deep inside her she would scream with desire. Removing
his fingers Dasks pushed her down toward his goal. Eagerly she complied. Dasks
groaned when she guided his manhood up into her wet heat.
Oh Lord of Dargon.
She buried him inside her and as it disappeared he wondered for a brief second
if he would get his new magnificent cock back. As she pulled up and he slid out,
he didn’t care; he wanted to stay buried within her forever.

“Don’t go yet,” he muttered.

Amy lowered herself back
down. Up and down she rode him, harder and faster. Her back arched and her head
tossed back. Her insides closed around him. Her hands clasped onto his and she
encouraged him to fondle her breast.

The pad of his thumb rubbed
over a bud and it hardened. His fingers closed over the pebble and he pulled
gently. She moaned and he could feel her insides moisten further. Dasks could
feel her wetness seep into his cock like it had his fingers. It stimulated the
juices inside him and his seed began to come to life. Instinct soared. Now he
understood. His seed, as she called it, was for offspring. It was amazing to be
bombarded with the knowledge that he had the power to produce life.

Blood pumped harder and
faster through his veins as Amy moved. She planted her hands on his chest for
leverage. Dasks pulled her up then thumped her back down onto him. Harder and
faster he moved until she was crying out. Amy was growing tired. Her legs began
shaking and she begged him to come.
Come where
? He didn’t get the
terminology. He didn’t want to be anywhere else at this moment.

Dasks’ powerful arms
continued to thrust Amy up and down. His hands tightened onto her. Amy’s sweat
coated her body in a fine sheen. Her secretions were driving him wild. He
sensed her exhaustion, but it only added to his must. Dasks felt stronger as
her scent of total surrender to him flowed from her body into him.

Dasks could feel himself
build inside her. The rushing sensation as he filled fueled his desire.
Memories of thousands of years bombarded him that this was right, but there was
more. Amy’s eyes widened in shock. When she pulled back Dasks could see why.
His large cock was even bigger and growing thicker by the second as his seed
made its way into his shaft. Dasks had entered complete must and he suddenly
knew it was important for his entire length to fill to be successful to
procreate.

Amy whimpered and tried to
pull herself from him. Dasks spun her under him. His arm wrapped around her
hips locking her into place. Dasks had to finish. He burned with his desire. He
had to make her his. Amy obviously sensed his intent and began struggling.

“No, Dasks, you’ll die,” she
cried out. “Please stop, you’re hurting me.”

Both were breathing raggedly
as she struggled to push him off her. In the back of Dasks’ mind he felt a tug
at instinct. He was to stop any pain she felt. His head lowered and his fangs
settled into her neck. Amy groaned and her struggles ceased when he injected
her with his venom. Her arms settled at her sides limply. Her entire body
relaxed to accept all of him. She lay beneath him quietly accepting. Except her
eyes. Amy’s eyes begged him to stop before it was too late. This was give and
take. Dasks couldn’t stop taking her, wanting his seed to explode within her,
but he wouldn’t give her his mark. It almost killed him not to. His instinct
was so strong generations screamed in his mind to finish.

“I’m almost done,” he said.
“Am I still hurting you?”

“No, just promise not to mate
with me.”

“I promise I will not mate
with you today,” he countered.

Amy nodded.

Dasks sensed he wasn’t
hurting her, but he needed to hear her say it. He also sensed she was enjoying
the feel of him. Dasks could feel his engorged cock as it stretched her walls.
He moved as carefully as he could knowing now was not the time to be thrusting.
It was no wonder a Castian went into must. Dasks had never felt anything so
perfect in his life. Power flowed through him. He was in tune to every ounce of
weight he settled onto her. His body knew exactly what she could hold. The
venom he had injected heightened her emotions, making him—
making him
—feel
the desperate desire to protect her. Wanting to claim her flowed in the form of
sweat that dripped from his body to hers. Droplets penetrated her, preparing
her body to form a new shield for their offspring. His babe, if conceived, would
be more than just a part of him, it would need to take a piece of him.

Dasks’ heart hammered knowing
if he were successful and his seed took hold, she would be protected from death
by the baby’s shield of armor. Male or female, all babies were conceived with a
shield armor of sorts. It was a gift from their sire. The male of their species
kept their armor for life. They were warriors as well as protectors. A female
kept hers until weaned; it protected not only her but her mother—a vital food
source for the babe. A female child’s sire or any Castian male could shield her
from harm until she became a woman at twenty-one. After that, when she decided
to mate, she would be protected by her mate’s armor. The circle of life in its
infinite wisdom took the female shield so she would need to seek a male.

If Dasks could get Amy with
his babe, she would be protected for another four years. He couldn’t give her
eternal life, but he could give her more time. But what about after the four
years? She would die and his baby would be without a mother…just like he had.
Segan was a good brother but not a day went by that Dasks didn’t miss his
mother and father.
What of Amy? Would it hurt her to know she could only
watch her baby grow until she was three-and a-half?

Yes.

It wasn’t a decision for
Dasks to make alone. At the last second he pulled from her and watched his
seed, a curious mixture of white joined with dark black, spill onto the bed.
Parts of his armor had mixed with his cum. A feeling of loss settled over him, since
one of those could have been his child. Dasks slumped to his side feeling spent
emotionally and physically dragging Amy with him. What was he to do? He
couldn’t live with her and watch her die. He couldn’t mate with her and know
they would both die. The answer was tearing out his insides.

* * * *

Amy was awakened by an alarm
blaring through the ship. She scrambled from the bed and looked out the huge
window. What she saw almost made her heart stop. A massive gray ship was
hovering over Earth near their vessel. As Amy watched, the hull of the gray
ship shimmered and a burst of light exploded before her eyes. Cobra’s ship was
hit by an energy burst and Amy went flying backwards. She landed on her butt
near the solid door to Dasks’ room.

“Come with me,” Dasks
demanded.

Amy shrieked when Dasks
suddenly appeared beside her in his armor. His pulsing green tattoo seemed
sharper somehow, but she knew the mark. He gripped her hand, yanked her to her
feet, and tossed her over his shoulder. The ground beneath her feet flew by as
Dasks jumped from wall to floor to wall at a pace faster than lightning. Amy
felt motion sick. She closed her eyes and covered her face. Dasks’ grip on her
behind was unbreakable.

The hull of the ship was
blasted again, but Dasks’ talons and claws were sunk deeply into the spongy
interior of the vessel. Dasks was up on two legs when they came to a huge door.
Amy was settled onto her feet. A group of women were sequestered inside. Meg
was in the room as well as Danni, Leah and her children. Meg ran to her.

“Amy, we’re under attack!”
Meg cried.

Cobra was before them. “Do
not leave this room,” he ordered them.

Dasks gave Amy one last look
before he left with Cobra and Talsk. Amy was pleased to see Leah looking the picture
of health. All of her children crowded around her looking scared. Amy hugged
Meg and then Leah and her children. Danni hurried over.

“Where are the others?” Amy
asked.

“A shuttle took a number of
women to Dargon yesterday. It seems Cobra was expecting trouble,” Leah said.
“They got word of a Tonan vessel headed to Earth. The enemy is trying to find
females, too.”