Infiltration: Chapter Two Scenes Two and Three

 

Is it hot in here, or is it Tara and Yuder? Yeah, it's them. 🔥

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Thecelebration was a small affair in Clan Clajak’s section of the cliff home. Yuderwas delighted to be among his family, but he was grateful two hours later whenhe and Tara entered their own apartments a few levels down.

Hegazed at the greeting room, where visitors to the home were entertained. He musedat how familiar and yet strange it appeared. Tara hadn’t changed the cozyseating areas of low tables and floor cushions. The handwoven rugs featuringdesigns of royal purple were the same, as were the paintings and few decorativeitems scattered on various surfaces. Why did it appear odd, as if he saw itthrough a stranger’s eyes?

“Areyou all right?” Tara’s gaze riveted on him, and he realized he’d been silent ashe took in their surroundings.

Heoffered a smile. “I’m getting my bearings. Three years is longer than itsounds.”

Shemoved close and hugged him. “I’ve spent little time here myself since you wentaway. It finally feels like home.”

Hekissed her and realized it was their first since he’d arrived. Her lips weresoft and yielding. He hadn’t had to wait three years to kiss her, thanks to herfrequent visits, but in prison he hadn’t felt capable of kissing her well.

Hedid so now, glorying in her lips moving sinuously on his and the warmth of hertiny body against his six-and-a-half-foot frame. Had he forgotten how fragileshe felt? The need to shield her from danger rose, though the threats toKalquor and its residents had ceased. Such was the persona of a Nobek, the breedborn to protect.

Herlips parted, and he eagerly accepted her invitation to taste. His tonguedelighted in her flavor as it twined with hers. She sighed and pressed closer,little fingers tracing his back, bringing chills to his spine and heatelsewhere.

Mylove.

Hereleased the kiss. “I want to reclaim you in every room of our home. Startingin here.”

Shegiggled, sounding more a girl than a woman in her sixties. She looked faryounger, no doubt a result of her routine of meditation, clean eating, a rigorousskin care regimen, and devoted exercise. If Tara had one fault, it was vanity.“My last great attachment to conquer,” she often sighed.

Yuderdidn’t mind. She was beautiful, and she was his. She could bathe in skin creamsfive times a day if it meant waking next to her each morning.

Thenotion overcame the exuberant lust filling him. “The clanning laws have changedsignificantly since my legal problems.”

“Youwish us to be official?” Her eyes widened. “When did this happen?”

“Beforethe Galactic Council trial.”

“Solong? You never hinted you were thinking of a registered union.”

“Howcould I when I was certain I’d have to serve a sentence? Or while I sat inprison? It was no place to propose.”

“Wedon’t have to, Yuder. You have my heart without government acknowledgement.”

“Youdon’t want to?” His heart pounded painfully.

Tara’ssmile eased the stab of fear. “Of course I do. A public declaration of myhappiness and devotion to you would be a gift. What of Clajak?”

“Thegreat obstacle. At the homecoming, he seemed…fine. Maybe he wouldn’t be upset.”

“It’sa big maybe.” Sadness tinged her serene expression. “Jessica says he keeps avigil at Irdis’ memorial each anniversary of her death.”

AsYuder had until a couple years before the scandal had sent his life into atailspin. A year after he and Tara had become lovers. It wasn’t because he’dloved Irdis any less, but because he’d felt it was time to let the past rest. “I’dlike to say he’s a grown man whose emotions are his problem. I could point outhe rules an entire empire well, and therefore his grief is his affair andshouldn’t interfere in my life, but…”

“Itisn’t that simple,” Tara finished. “Don’t you think I understand? I care forhim. I hate to bring him any pain, though I’m at no fault for doing so.”

Lovefilled his being. Tara was so good. She’d allow their relationship to remain asit was, lacking the precious public declaration of their bond. If she’d beenany less the woman she was, Yuder might have done so as well for his son’ssake.

He’dmade numerous mistakes where Clajak was concerned. It had no doubt been hisrelentless demands Clajak had rebelled against when he was young. There hadbeen a number of others: Yuder’s inability to protect Irdis from assassins, who’dmurdered the mother Clajak had worshipped. His terrible decisions as emperor thathad left a broken wreck of an empire, which Clajak had inherited.

Butlife had given Yuder the unexpected joy of Tara and her love, affording asecond chance to be the clanmate to a woman he didn’t deserve. Irdis had beenan incomparable gift. Tara was a miracle. He wished the world to acknowledgehis unbelievable fortune.

“I’llstart with a few hints and see how he reacts. If he seems open, I’ll discuss itas diplomatically as possible.” He grinned as Tara did, agreeing he wasn’tknown for his diplomacy.

“Andif Clajak objects?”

“ThenI’ll have to be the bastard he thinks I am and clan you anyway. I love you,Tara. After three years of living apart, I won’t hide it, even for my son.”

“Hedoesn’t think you’re a bastard. Every special occasion we celebrated in yourabsence, he mentioned you should have been there.”

Yuderblinked. He couldn’t speak. Despite his shortcomings, his son loved him.

Tarakissed him. “The problem between you two is you’re so much alike, both the goodand the…challenging parts. Clajak inherited far more than your silverhair. You share a stubborn streak a mile wide.”

“Whichhas bitten us both in the ass more often than I can count.” Yuder had recoveredmost of his equilibrium and reached for the remainder. After all, he had abeautiful woman to make love to. “Enough of the sentimentality. I’m in dangerof becoming as emotional as an Imdiko, and you’re wearing too many clothes. It’sgetting late. Did I mention I’m determined to make love to you in every room ofour home before the sun rises tomorrow?”

 

Taraburst into laughter even as her pulse sped. Yuder’s purple eyes had gone dark,and his sharp features had taken on the predatory air he wore when he wasaroused.

Asa Nobek, there was always a hint of savagery beneath the civilized mask he woremost of the time. He’d never been brutal when loving her, but Tara didn’tpretend she wasn’t excited by the idea he could be. He was strong, every inch ademanding male when he chose. Her heart fluttered when he looked at her as hedid now: with merciless hunger.

Shebelieved her love for him was as pure a light as any in existence, but therewas no hiding from her darker drives, which he could awaken by casting her amere glance. She gladly surrendered to those urges under his ruthless stare ashe towered over her.

“Whateveryou want of me is yours.” Her whisper trembled in the air.

Thecat-slit pupils of his eyes widened, eclipsing his irises. His voice emerged ina growl. “Stand still while I undress you. Don’t move.”

Shetrembled as he slid her dress over her head, a mouse cornered by a cat, waitingto be devoured. He did so with his gaze, feasting on the flesh he exposed as hetossed her dress aside. She stood before him in a laced-trimmed ivory bra andmatching panties, frozen in anxious excitement.

“Pretty.Did you wear these for me?” He smiled, but there was a touch of cruelty in it.Tara was wet in an instant at the aura of threat.

“Yes.”It was a code they’d developed. Anything Tara wore “for him,” he was free totear apart.

Hiscalloused palms and fingertips slid along her shoulders and arms. They spannedher waist, almost able to circle it. She was reminded anew how much bigger hewas. His fingers dove in the upper cups of the bra, his fingernails scrapingher flesh. He yanked. Lace and satin ripped and fluttered to the floor andTara’s feet, tickling their tops.

Wetnessflooded the crotch of her panties, all she was left wearing. Perhaps it wasbecause the rest of her life was lived in pursuit of mindful serenity, but suchdisplays from Yuder brought arousal surging to the fore.

Hepaused, his attention focused on her naked breasts. They were small, but theywere firm and sensitive. Her nipples, flushed and pink, pointed brazenly at herlover.

Asoft growl trickled from his lips, and the hair on Tara’s arms stood up. Heclosed fingers and thumbs on the tips and slowly pinched. Tara gasped whenpressure deepened to darts of pain. Yuder immediately released her nipples. Hisarms swept around her, lifting her to her toes as his head sank down. His mouthenclosed a breast to eagerly suck.

Heatbillowed through Tara. She almost grabbed to hug him closer, but he’d told herto remain still. As he pulled determinedly on her flesh, she debated whethershe wished to disobey and be put on his lap for a spanking. She’d missed himand the pleasures they hadn’t been able to share.

Therewere so many enthralling options to choose from. Because she couldn’t decide,Tara remained in place for the erotic mauling. She could always misbehavelater.

Yuder’srough silk tongue abraded her softer skin, rubbing it as he sucked the entiretyof her mound into his rapacious maw. Tara forgot how to breathe as his teethscraped. She, a woman who believed ardently in peace, loved rough sex. Hersalty arousal scent rose, barely discernible against Yuder’s spicier aroma ashe too succumbed to desire.

Heslowly released her breast, the suction of his greed stretching the small peaktaut until it escaped with a slight popping noise. His attention wentimmediately to the other breast, leaving its reddened twin tingling.

Tarabecame aware she was moaning continuously under his delicious assault. Hersenses were scrambling, thoughts losing clarity as he nipped, licked, andsuckled. She realized her thighs were rubbing together, delivering slightfriction to her clit, sending thrilling pulses to her core.

Shegroaned Yuder’s name.

Hereleased her breast, uttering a snarl. His black stare rose to hers, and hislips wrinkled from his teeth. Behind the flat human-like incisors, hinged fangshad descended from the roof of his mouth. A cry flew from Tara in wordlessagreement.

Hestruck, burying the thin fangs in her upper breast, his arms pinning hers toher sides so she couldn’t struggle, couldn’t escape. A thin scream rose fromher throat at the jabs of pain.

Hurtended as quickly as it had come, anesthetized by Yuder’s saliva. Tara sank intosurrender and pillowed her cheek on his crown as he fed intoxicating venom intoher.

Inless than a minute, sweet bliss swirled in her mind. Her senses grew inawareness of her lover’s strength. She reveled in the warmth of his mouth, thetingling where he bit. His sweet-spice arousal scent filled the air, and shefilled her lungs with it. Her skin detected the very air currents, and thebrush of her chestnut hair on her shoulders was electrifying.

Arousalheightened to an incredible degree. Her pussy clenched rhythmically,anticipating the moment Yuder would fill her. The crotch of her panties wascoated in wet excitement, and heat pulsed inside.

“Yuder,yes, it’s been so long, anything you want, anything…”

Thebite ended, and he lapped her breast, claiming small drops of blood from thepinpricks. His grip loosened, and she ran her palms across every inch of himshe could reach. His clothes were a terrible barrier. She tugged at them,desperate to feel naked skin.

Hechuckled, rising so he loomed over her again. The sound was merry, but animaldarkness remained in his gaze. “What happened to staying still?”

“Youknow the effects of your venom. Even when you don’t bite, it takes superhumanstrength to keep my hands off you.” She managed to pull his shirt up to hischest and immersed herself in kissing and licking the muscled brown flesh sheexposed. Her lips burned at the contact; Kalquorians ran hotter than humans.

Hecaught hold of her wrists and drew them over her head, easing back as he didso. She keened at the loss of contact but quieted as he examined her.

Heheld her stretched, nearly to the point of putting her on her toes. His gazewas weighty with an enticing aura of dominion. It was easy to imagine him as anemperor on his throne, directing his subjects. Tara had an image of herself asa concubine, existing only for his pleasure. It was an intoxicating fantasy.

Afantasy too easy to play into as he gripped her panties and tore them from her.She gasped as the restless air drifted across her womanhood, as his gazefeasted on her wet flesh. Her entire body flushed under his avid scrutiny. Hadhis venom not filled her with ardent need, she might have hidden from his inspection.

Theundercurrent of ruthlessness fled from his expression, however. His featuressoftened, and he gazed at her, his love naked. “My beauty. My beloved mate. Ithink I’d rather die than be separated from you again.”

“Yuder.”Any other words failed her in the face of such open devotion.

He pulled her to himself once more, hiskiss desperate. He didn’t resist when she yanked at his clothes. Indeed, hebroke the kiss to take them off, giving her free rein to touch hismagnificence.

Kalquorians, as a rule, were naturallymuscled. Yuder was no different, but his was a leaner look than the average man,not bulky. Tara loved the streamlined contours of his frame, which showed nosign of his nearly two hundred years. She showed her love by tracing eachdefined muscle she could, using tongue and fingertips, until he picked her upand draped her across a velvet floor cushion almost as long as she was tall.

It was his turn to touch. He seized herwrists again and pinned them over her head to the floor. His other handwandered her body, stroking her from scalp to knee and retracing the pathupward. The rasp of callouses was profound on her soft skin, and she arched forbetter contact. His lips met hers as he kept fondling her.

Her venom-soaked brain, consumed by thepleasure of his touch, shouted for more. She tried pleading for him to touchher pussy while he kissed her, but he offered no opportunity for her muffledwords to escape. He no doubt knew what she wanted, because he caressed herlower stomach and upper thighs, so very close to where she needed him most. Herefused, however, to touch her clamoring sex.

She writhed, wailing in his mouth anargument. His answer was to swirl light fingertips through the wetness coatingher inner thighs. He teased her mercilessly, ignoring her heels thumping thefloor.

He ended the kiss when he was ready, thencrouched next to her, his wicked smile teasing her for her gyrations.

“Please, touch me,” she panted.

“I am touching you.”

“Yuder! You know what I mean.”

“Your pussy? Your hot, wet pussy? Is thatwhere you wish to be touched?”

A warning went off in the back of her mindat his devious tone, but lust pushed to the fore to answer for her. “Yes! Iwant your fingers on my pussy. On my clit. In me.”

“Well,if you insist, my love.”

Thefeather-light sensation of a finger on the tip of her clit brought a surge ofviolent passion. It was gone in an instant, and she gasped. “Please, Yuder.”

“Allright.” Another barely-there second of contact was hers.

“Don’ttease,” she groaned. “Of all nights, don’t play like this.”

“Youwouldn’t have me rush this after three years, would you?” He affected surpriseas his finger drew slow, tantalizing circles around her clit, refusing to touchit any longer. “Our reunion must be a slow, measured affair, to be drawn outfor our greatest satisfaction.”

“Youbeast. You bit me just to drive me crazy.”

Hissmile was the height of sensual cruelty. “I’ve planned my first chance to makelove to you since the first night I lay alone in my cell. Seeing you desperatefor me has been the fantasy that sustained me during those lonely months. Yes,I bit you so you’d be as eager as possible, so I could hear you beg me tofulfill you again and again.”

Hekissed her gently to soften the harsh words. He continued to draw circlesaround her clit, and she squirmed, seeking his touch.

Instead,he traced her slit. A single finger entered her, pumped once, and pulled free.He returned to circling her clit, then repeated the same path. He kissed hisway to her breasts as he teased. Her wails for more merely succeeded in gainingthe lightest of touches at the tip of where she wanted him to rub her toorgasm.

He’dsaid he wanted her to beg. Her entreaties filled the air, but it seemed he’dnever grant her relief…until he did.

Thosedeliciously calloused fingers abruptly rubbed her clit in demand. He left offsucking her breasts to watch her face as excitement rushed through her. She wasaware of his dark eyes cataloguing her expressions while rapture billowed huge,as it reached the breaking point, as blinding white eclipsed the predatoryfeatures hovering above her.

Violentbliss took her. Waves of brutal pleasure heaved from head to toe. Tara was lostin the ecstasy only Yuder was able to grant.

Elationslowed by degrees, each pulse sweet despite the diminishing strength. Her eyeshad closed, the better to concentrate on every instant of perfect delight.

“Youaren’t done.”

Herlover’s threat quickened her breath, but she had little opportunity to prepare.He plunged two…no, three fingers in her and found the sensitive spot inside atonce. His thumb rubbed her engorged clit with ruthless insistence. Passionspiked anew, and her eyes flew open to meet his determined gaze. She abruptly teeteredon the verge of climax.

“Oh!”was the only thing she was able to say. Renewed orgasm filled her withstarlight. She thought she might have screamed in the grip of shatteringthrills, but she wasn’t sure.

“Again,”he growled when she could hear and see. He moved too quickly to be fathomed. Oneinstant he hovered over her, the next his mouth had latched onto her spasmingpussy. His tongue dove in, his upper lip rubbed her clit, and she detonated.

Shewas lost in the endless tumult, emerging between crests for flashes of herfingers twined in his long, silver hair; of her feet kicking the air, of thesensation of his wet fingers filling and stretching the taut entrance to herass. He fed on her like a starved man, as if he’d never get his fill.

Tarawas just coming down from the latest high…she’d lost count…when Yuder reared upand yanked his trousers to his knees. A pair of slick, gleaming cocks spranginto view, thick and ready.

Theywere so big, and it had been years. The venom had worn off, and a tremor ranthrough Tara.

Yuder’sprimal expression eased. He gazed at her as he leaned close, his face inchesfrom hers. “Have I ever harmed you, my love?”

“Never.”Anxiety notched down enough to add an exciting edge to desire.

“Inever will.”

Hiskiss was tender, as if he didn’t tremble from raging lust. Tara tasted herselfon him, fascinated at how his and her flavor mingled. It was perfect, atestament to how they were meant to be together, in every way possible.

Sherelaxed and opened to the questing pressure at her entrances. She wrapped herlegs around his ass, her arms around his neck, and surrendered.

Histapered shafts pressed in slowly, carefully. Kalquorian men lubricated as womendid, and he slid easily for the first couple of inches, until his girth broughtan ache that made Tara catch her breath. On watch for the slightest discomfort,Yuder invaded a little extra before stopping to allow her to adjust. Not fully;he knew she enjoyed the endorphin rush of a little hurt.

Tarareveled in their joining, slow as it was. It was Yuder who’d returned, but itfelt like a homecoming for her as well. He was her true sanctuary, rather than theapartments where they lived and slept and loved.

Hescrutinized her as he continued his gorgeous invasion, filling her until herjaw tightened in pain. Then he stopped. His ardent kisses mauled her mouth, hislust coming to the fore to leave her lips feeling bruised. When her hipsshifted, urging him on, he watched her and made them one.

Theimpossible fullness of two cocks brought lightning-strike friction when hemoved against her sweet spot. Tara cried out, her hips bucking out of hercontrol, driving her onto him. A thunderclap of hurt met the wallop of passion.They blended in a nameless sensation of both ecstasy and agony. Tara screamedYuder’s name, her fingernails digging at the back of his neck.

Hisinner beast snatched control. Fangs distended, tendons standing out, he poundedher, taking her with frightening strength. Pain and rapture grew exponentially,and Tara cried out. A dim part of her mind registered her hips rose to meet herlover’s, her body welcoming the brutal thrill of harsh lovemaking. Sherecognized despite his bestial expression and seeming callous rutting, Yuderwas holding back, refusing to let her to come to real harm.

Thenorgasm broke over her, sending her deeper into the maelstrom of primal forcesbeyond mere lust. Somewhere in the storm, she heard Yuder shout, felt thesteady throb of his release.

Joined.Made as one. In that instant, Tara found bliss too profound to describe.

Shereturned to find herself lying on top of Yuder. They gasped in the aftermath,the still-iron links forging them together twitching in her. She sank in thejoy of his arms around her, the feeling of their hearts beating close to eachother, their damp skin melded close. She emptied her mind of all but theexperience of him.

Shecould have spent eternity in such perfection. Life, however, was everchanging,and bliss was fleeting.

Yuderspoke into her tousled hair, refuting her beliefs. “Kitchen or dining roomnext?’

 

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Yuderwatched Tara rush past the open doorway of the common room as he sipped tea onthe lounger. The news vid he’d tuned the entertainment system to was muted. Hewasn’t sure why he’d switched it on. A lifetime of staying current on thelatest events of the empire had made the need for information a habit. It feltodd to not watch several newsfeeds at once while speaking on the com to an aideand handed up-to-the-second reports from a platoon of assistants.

Thosedays are behind me.His stomach knotted to recognize his uselessness.

Taraflashed past again, a whirlwind in a red robe. “How many stim tabs did youtake?” he shouted after her.

“Two,”came the return shout. “Many in my future today, thanks to last night’s sexualtour of the apartment.”

Yudergrinned. His days might prove to be empty, but at least he could count on fullnights.

Heturned off the system and wandered to the doorway. Tara was hurrying up thehall, five handheld computer devices stacked in her arms. Yuder held out his hands.

“Thankyou,” she gasped, sliding them to him. “Are you ready?”

Henodded, killing the urge to tell her he’d been waiting for her for the lasthalf hour. She wasn’t running late, only preparing her day as the abbess of theBuddhist ashram she’d founded. She was also the interim head of Dramok Mereta’sspiritual compound. The secretary-general of the Galactic Council, impressed byTara’s clearheaded sense and ability to respect others’ beliefs, had asked herto supervise the daily running of his sect’s headquarters. The Temple of Life,which former priest Mereta had broken from in favor of his own revelations, hada great deal in common with Tara’s faith. Mereta’s philosophy had more, andthey’d established a reciprocal connection prior to his becoming secretary-general.

Shewasn’t in charge of teaching Mereta’s disciples. He had ordained priests of hissect to do so. Tara merely kept New Life ashram’s administration runningsmoothly as she ran hers, directing Mereta’s office staff with assurance. 

“I’mready too,” she told Yuder, her smile soothing the worst of his cares. “Willyou really spend the day amongst us pious types?”

Hechuckled as they entered the conveyance which would take them to the bay wheretheir personal shuttle awaited. “Don’t I have a meditation practice of my own?Besides, I’ve grown used to sitting and waiting.”

Hemanaged to keep bitterness from his tone, but Tara shot him a worried glanceanyway. “We have qigong and tai chi classes.”

Hesmiled reassuringly at her as the door opened and they entered the ImperialFamily’s shuttle bay. “I’m fine, my love. Being in your presence is the mostimportant thing right now.”

Sheslowed as they neared their shuttle, a small vessel among those scattered inthe space open to the clear blue Kalquorian sky. “I should take a few days offto spend with you away from—”

“Theashrams will be among those few places where the media won’t be shoutingquestions at me,” Yuder reminded her. “I don’t want to be cooped up in ourquarters all day…despite the enticements it offers when you’re home.”

Shegave him a playful shove at the reminder of their night, blushing and laughing.“Behave. You’ll put this old woman in her grave at the rate you’re going.”

“Old?Not from what I experienced last night. By the way, do your yoga exercisestoday. I prefer you stay as flexible as possible.”

“Yuder!”She was shouting laughter as they sat side by side in the shuttle’s sleekcockpit. “That reminds me, I need to make an appointment to have my eyeschecked.”

Yudergazed at the shuttle controls, reacquainting himself on the vessel’s operationsbefore starting it. “Are you having trouble seeing?”

“Onlyif you call dark blobs hovering in my peripheral vision trouble. I noticed themafter you landed yesterday. I haven’t seen them since, but better safe thansorry.”

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The alien force dubbed the Darks has grabbed control of keypositions on Kalquor and the Galactic Council of Planets. Other leaders arestill unaware of the threat among them. The galaxy is wide open for destruction by an unfathomable enemy.

Former emperor Nobek Yuder has suspicions, but due torestrictions placed on him after his prison sentence, he can only stand by andwatch helplessly. A renegade Royal Councilman has designs to bring him back tothe political arena, but doing so could destabilize the Kalquorian Empire,leaving it vulnerable to invasion.

Meanwhile, one man on the brink of death, the only man whocan detect the nearly invisible Darks, is pulled from a lifeless shuttle byCaptains Kila and Nako. His incredible story tells them they’re in a raceagainst time to save not only the empire but the whole galaxy…but are theyalready too late?

On Earth II, Governor Stacy Nichol’s relationship with ClanRihep continues to grow. So does the danger, as opponents make deadly movesagainst her and the orbiting Kalquorian station where the clan lives. NobekKuran is determined to keep his clanmates and would-be lifemate safe, but howcan he stop a faceless enemy?

Relationships, old and new, are strained to the breakingpoint at a time when Earthers and Kalquorians need each other more than ever.The Darks are closing in, and no one is ready to oppose them.

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