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BEHIND ENEMY LINES

Warmth trickled down over her nose, her cheeks, her icy, numbed lips, her aching forehead.

Salt liquid touched her tongue and she groaned.

Blood.

She opened her eyes slowly … gray … misty gray…

She groaned again, blinking, trying to move. Pain shot through her shoulders and she remembered the harness restraining her.

Light began to seep through the gray and she felt a faint stab of relief, blinking harder.

Ancestors … I'm alive. Thank the Ancestors, I'm alive.

After that crash, Talara knew she was lucky.

Colors began to make their presence known and she shifted a bit, checking her slowly awakening body, hoping everything was still intact.

Her vision swam slowly into focus and she drew in a deep, grateful breath of crisp, clean, cool air. She could make out the instrument panel of her fighter, the lights flashing red and blue and green in her eyes. She reached up, watching her red and black sheathed arm rise in front of her, to brush at the source of the blood still trickling down her cheek and into her mouth. A sharp pain assailed her as she touched the hairline of her scalp and she winced, pulling the flight-helmet off her head.

"Medic…" she groaned, her voice rough, "physical assessment."

She slowly dropped the helmet on the floor of the cockpit by her feet and popped the restraints binding her into the form-fitting pilot's couch. As far as she could tell, she wasn't badly hurt.

"Commander Ransom, you have a minor abrasion on your right temple, accompanied by light bruising. Other than minor bruising, no other injuries have been detected."

"So my brain is alright? Why did I have trouble getting my sight back?"

"Crash chemical sedation, released into the cockpit upon impending impact, to reduce the amount of injuries to the pilot," the computer replied. "A common side effect is temporary blindness."

Talara grumbled under her breath. "Okay. I think I recall something about that."

She looked up, through the transparent cockpit canopy.

Outside the ship, it was green, leafy, foresty.

"Where the hell am I?" she muttered.

"Aquila," the computer said. "Eliynar Forest."

She sighed. "Aquila. Damn. I was hoping we'd at least made it into hyperspace before I lost consciousness."

She rubbed her forehead, opening the emergency medical compartment and withdrawing healing compounds and compresses.

"Are the Rysusi still in orbit?"

"No," the computer said. "Current data suggests they entered Jump space approximately fifty-two minutes prior to your awakening, Commander."

"How about the Directorate?" she said, applying the healing compound to her head.

"No. They entered hyperspace at approximately the same time."

"They think I'm dead, don't they?"

"I cannot answer that, Commander."

She snorted, pressing an elastic compress on the lesion and opening a packet of antiseptic cleaning pads. "Probably best. For me, anyway. For now. I'd not want to run across a Rysusi search party or something."

Flipping out a small metal mirror, Talara cleaned up the blood on her face and examined her handiwork, adjusting the compress slightly. All things considered, she thought she looked rather well. There was only a little blood matting her silvery-black hematite colored hair and she smiled.

"Are there any life-signs nearby? Natives, hopefully?"

She ran a computer check on the integrity of the craft. It wouldn't do to be trapped inside if the ship wasn't space-worthy or even flight-worthy. And indeed, it certainly wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. The hydraulics, though, were in decent shape.

"Commander, there appear to be life-signs approximately a mile away, an indeterminate number of them, indistinct."

"Indistinct? How?"

"Damage to computer systems may be responsible for reading error."

Talara sighed. "Okay. Well, perhaps they are friendlies. Aquilans, hopefully."

She leaned back in her chair for a long moment. "It looks like I'm going to need some kind of way off this rock, since the damage to the ship isn't within my abilities to repair."

"No, it is not."

"Activate the distress signal and scramble it if you can. I'll take my tracker and see if I can locate a friendly somewhere out here. If you get a reply, clik me."

"Yes, Commander."

Talara rummaged around in the supply pods a moment and brought out an ammo case, her service pistol and her tracker. She attached these to her equipment belt and flipped open an armory pod. From that, she got a personal signal scrambler, to prevent any hostiles from picking up her life-signal, a small battery cell and her electro-energy whip.

Aquila was currently possessed by the infamous Rysusi Legion, though it hadn't always been so. So she was behind enemy lines. Thus the vicious, barbed, Janassi-built weapon. It only helped that it was one of Talara's personal favorites.

From the last pod, she pulled a survival pack, checked it and added additional rations as well as an extra empty bottle and water purification strips.

Looking herself over, she made sure her flight-suit seal was still completely intact, which it was, the suit slicking over her lithe body like a second skin.

"Okay. I'm going reconnaissance, but I'll check in every half-hour. If I don't check in, step up the emergency signal and at the very least locate me."

"Yes, Commander."

Talara triggered the hydraulic catch to the cockpit canopy and it popped open quietly in the stillness of the forest.

Slightly damp, cool green air rushed in around her and she took a deep breath and pushed the canopy open, standing slowly, a little unsteadily. She climbed out and found her footing on the grass-covered ground after a moment.

Leaning against the ship, Talara assessed her surroundings.

The ship crashed in the deepest forest Talara had ever been in, including those of her heavily forested homeworld, Diranda. It wasn't so much dark as it was green, extremely green, the light taking on a green tone, the ground covered with jade green grass, emerald moss, tiny green plants and clover, so much so that there wasn't a rock that wasn't green with moss, nor even the hint of brown dirt beneath the constant green. The bark of the trees were even a deep, brownish green, intensified by the vines and mosses growing on them.

Talara got out her tracker, activated it and began walking. There was a source of fresh water not far down the small hill she found herself on, so that was where she decided to go, at least to start with. She set the tracker to locate life-signs in the background, hoping that it would give her a little more to go on than the ship-board computer had.

The sound of running water relaxed her, the closer she got to it and as she made her way down the slight rise to the creekbed below, she smiled. It didn't look like there was anyone nearby, she was relieved to be alive and felt certain that no matter what happened here on Aquila, she'd make it out okay.

The creek was clear, sparkling water playing lightly over smooth, gently shaded gray, white and black stones scattered along the bottom of it.

Kneeling, Talara unslung her pack and got out the bottle and the purification slips. Curling the wafer-thin white square into a small straw, she poked it into the canteen bottle and pushed it into the water, watching serenely as the stream filled it.

The tracker, clipped to her belt, gave a soft hum. Talara glanced at it.

Life sign. One. Undetermined.

She frowned.

Twenty-five yards directly to the east.

Carefully, slowly, she turned her attention back to the bottle, capped it, shook it.

Talara watched the purification slip dissolve in the water. Shook it again. White bubbles filled the water.

Perhaps it was only the knowledge from the tracker that made Talara stiffen a bit, feeling as though she were being watched, perhaps it was an actual psionic reaction to the presence of someone unknown nearby.

She shook the bottle again.

Casting a carefully shielded telepathic net out around herself, Talara tried to determine more about her unseen companion.

The white bubbles dispersed into the crystal-clear water.

She opened it and took a sip.

A chill that had nothing to do with the temperature crept down her spine and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

That's not an Aquilan…

She took another sip of water, stiffening a bit more.

Ancestors…

"Dirandan. Woman. Pilot."

A low, wicked, masculine chuckle.

"Mmm. Love that. You must have been the crash we tracked an hour ago.

Excellent."

Talara took another sip of her water, not turning, not acknowledging.

Friggin' Rysusi!

The soft crunch of leaves, steady, getting louder as the chill increased.

"Pretty. Very pretty," that low, sensually wicked voice said, "It's been a long time since I've had a Dirandan."

Talara capped her bottle and clipped it to her belt. One hand found the handle of her whip and rising, she spun, pulling her psionic energy tightly around herself in a shield.

The tall, silver-haired Rysusi man halted in his tracks, a wide grin on his angelically handsome face.

Talara stared at him a very long moment, fingers tight around the handle of her whip, its three barbed tails sparking and snapping, writhing slightly as energy crackled and danced along their lengths.

He laughed slightly. "Ah, you want to fight first, is that it?" Crossing his arms over his chest, he regarded her with sardonic amusement in his jet black eyes. "I Tabitha Bradley Enticed!

suppose I can be convinced to indulge a little, though you do realize you have no chance of winning against me."

Talara's own deep violet eyes narrowed and she snorted at him. "That's what you think, Rysusi. I just survived a crash that technically, I had no business surviving, with only a minor scratch. You won't find me an easy opponent."

His grin widened and Talara found herself shivering, though not entirely from instinctive fear. Something about this man was unnerving, unusual, completely unlike any other Rysusi she'd ever encountered. It conjured a strange heat within her, something that curled, hot and pulsing, deep within her body. She frowned.

"Do you have any idea who I am?"

Talara's frown deepened. What kind of answer was that, anyway? She stared at him harder and he laughed softly.

He wasn't wearing a Rysusi uniform, she suddenly realized.

No, he was dressed in what looked like a hodge-podge of Dirandan and Rysusi uniforms and Aquilan clothing. His tunic was a soft, deep orange color, a basic full-sleeved, open necked Aquilan design, complimenting the warm coppery color of his unusually tanned skin; she'd never seen a Rysusi who was tanned; beneath a clearly Dirandan jacket, an elegantly tailored sable-black Captain's coat trimmed in crimson, falling to mid-thigh. His pants were the only piece of Rysusi uniform that she could recognize, rust colored, tight to powerful thighs and legs, tucked into simple, mid-calf black leather boots that were Aquilan in design and laced with leather thongs.

He chuckled. "Still want to fight me, my sexy Dirandan pilot-woman? It seems we might be on the same side."

"I doubt I'd be on your side."

"Oh, I don't know. Your people abandoned you after the battle. Didn't even bother to send a search party after you."

"They probably thought I'd been killed in the fight."

He snorted. "Who won? I'm laying bets that the Rysusi Legion did."

"Don't you know?"

His grin faded. "Don't tell me you really don't know who I am."

Talara's fingers flexed on the handle of her whip. "No. As far as I know, you're the CO of the local Rysusi outpost with eclectic tastes in clothing, off-duty."

His lips twisted into a smirk. "You don't know very much about Rysusi culture, do you, Dirandan?"

She shrugged.

"Even in as remote a possession as Aquila, Directorate clothing is pushing the envelope in permitted attire, no matter how elegantly styled it is."

Talara stiffened.

That blow to the head must have done a little more damage than the medic program detected.

The pieces suddenly clicked together…

This oddly dressed, silver-haired Rysusi malcontent in the remote back-woods of Aquila…

Aquila…

Not too long ago, a major event occurred in Aquila-space between the Union and the Rysusi…

"You're Damon Ziomar, the Renegade!" she blurted. "You're supposed to be dead!"

Damon laughed. "As you said earlier, it takes a lot more than a crash to kill me."

Talara felt everything that was previously rock-solid inside her body turn to quivering jelly. The hand holding the whip trembled. She swallowed hard and fought that reaction back under her control. Deep amethyst eyes narrowed, turned to icy slits.

"You'd best back off then, Ziomar. I've got a tracker on me and once my ship's distress signal is detected, the Directorate will send a retrieval team to get me. If you want to live, you'd better get away from me."

Damon smiled. "I don't think so, little Dirandan. For one thing, Aquila is deep enough within Rysusi lines that the Directorate won't risk infiltrating for one pilot, and for another, as I'm sure you're already aware, this area is magnetically and magically shielded. Life signs won't properly register and I doubt your ship's beacon can penetrate the net we have set up around this area."

Talara just stared at him, a long, long moment.

"N-no…" she breathed, aghast.

Damon chuckled villainously. "Oh yes, little Dirandan. Face it, my pet, you've been abandoned. You're at my mercy."

Talara stumbled backwards, raising her whip. "Don't you come anywhere near me, Rysusi scum!" she snarled, "I swear, I'll attack."

Damon snorted. "Pet, if I wanted to, I could flatten you with less than a thought.

I don't want to. You're too pretty and your scent is devastatingly sexy. I haven't had a woman in months."

"I won't be your dinner, you sick bastard!"

Damon laughed deeply. "I wasn't thinking of blood, pet. I've got more than enough of that. No… I'm thinking of something much more fun than cocktails."

He took a step towards her, his deep, onyx eyes sliding slowly, sensuously over her figure.

She flushed slightly, realizing that the deep-red Directorate flight-skin left little to the imagination, designed as it was, to seal her into the ship's systems like another component of the ship itself. It was barely opaque, a fact she noticed Damon had realized now that he was closer to her, by the glint of light in his eyes as his gaze leveled on her full, round breasts. She swallowed hard, that curl of hot flame in her belly rising, little sparks of electricity making her twitch. Heat began to build between her legs and she forced herself not to take another step backwards, away from him.

"I won't have sex with you," she said in a low voice.

"Blunt, aren't you?" Damon said with a soft chuckle. "Mmm… I always have liked the Directorate flight-suits, particularly on such a delicious female as you."

"Talara," she said through gritted teeth. "My name is Talara."

He dragged his gaze up, grinning at her. "Lovely name. Very Dirandan. Suits you."

"If you're going to address me, I'd prefer you use my name rather than 'Dirandan'

or 'pet'. I really hate being spoken to like a slave."

Damon snickered. "Well…" He tilted his head to the side. "If I was still Legion, I'd probably already have subdued and collared you by now… but we'll play it your way. 'Talara' it is. For now." He winked. "You'll probably change your mind eventually. They always have in the past."

She swallowed hard then. "Your Dirandan slaves?"

Damon nodded, though his smile seemed to have become slightly chill. "Yes.

My slaves. I only took Dirandan slaves."

Talara looked at him a moment, trying to figure out that reaction. "Why?"

"Because Dirandans make the best slaves, of course. They're the smartest, the most attractive and the most fun to play with. They enjoy sex in a way no other slave race does. And I don't take slaves who hate sex. As a rule." Then he did frown, his eyes narrowing. "Rather, I didn't. Damn the fucking Legion to Androl."

Talara's eyes widened at the Dirandan curse and she shook her head slightly.

"Ancestors, you are the most contradictory Rysusi I have ever met."

Damon regarded her coolly. "I'm not your typical Rysusi. Why else do you think they kicked me out?"

"The way I heard it, you left on your own, after taking several followers with you."

He shrugged. "Who are you going to believe? Your Directorate press as well as the Legion's have a rather nasty habit of twisting the facts until there is very little left of the truth."

Talara lowered the whip, hooking it back onto her utility belt.

He watched her with interest.

She sighed a little, eyeing him warily. "I think you're right. I'm probably stuck here until I can figure a way to get home on my own."

Damon cocked an eyebrow at her. "I rarely lie, pet."

She winced at the nickname, opening her mouth to protest but Damon reached out and put two warm fingers against her lips and she felt an electric jolt go through her at his touch. Her entire body stiffened and heat suffused her, enough to bring her nipples to hard little nubs beneath the skin-tight flight-suit. His gaze flickered down and then back to her face, with a wide, wicked grin. She flushed in embarrassment.

"Your body seems to have its' own opinion about me, pet," he purred, deliberately stressing the word and she groaned softly, twitching.

She raised a hand, to push his own away from her mouth. The moment her fingers made contact with his arm, another jolt of heat lanced through her and she groaned. Even so, she pushed his hand from her.

"Don't," she protested in a low groan, "don't do that to me."

He chuckled. "Pet, I'm not doing anything to you. It's your own body's reaction, trust me. You want me, your brain just hasn't registered it yet."

She shook her head. "No. You must be doing something to me. Rysusi always do nasty mind tricks on Dirandans to get them to do what they want. You already said you wanted to have sex with me, so you're making me believe I want it too."

Damon shrugged. "I'm not. There's no way I can make you believe me, Talara.

I do want you – very much. But I'm not doing any kind of magic or Rysusi hypnosis. Your body reacts because I am what I am… and because you find me seductive…" He grinned. "I'd like to have a free Dirandan woman for once in my life. A woman who came to me of her own accord. Believe it or not, I'm not one for Dirandan cocktails."

She blinked at him. The closer he got to her, the harder she was finding it to control her breathing, or the trembling in her body. She extended a telepathic sensor, slowly, carefully, lowering her shield only enough to try to sense him, to see for herself if he was telling the truth.

Which he was.

And that made Talara even more nervous than if he'd been trying to manipulate her, hypnotize her, seduce her into baring her neck for him so he could drink her blood – in short, do anything a typical Rysusi would have by now.

"You're a right bastard, you know that?" she muttered.

He nodded, grinning enticingly. "Ah, yes."

She groaned.

"Nobody's going anywhere for a while, Talara," Damon said softly, "certainly not for a few days, at least. If what you're hoping actually does happen and the Directorate sends a squad to extract you, I'll insure nothing happens to get in their way. However, if what I suspect has happened, you will need me, I think. A lone Dirandan woman, particularly one as lovely and well, scantily clad as you, on a Rysusi-occupied world is dangerous, is it not?"

She nodded, wordlessly.

He reached out and stroked her cheek, eliciting a low groan from her that made him smile and step closer.

"My protection will be valuable to you. The Legion hasn't detected me for several months now. I've got some of the best minds of the Rysusi with me, which is why they haven't. This place is a haven for the Renegades, until we can find our way back into space again."

"And you want me to-"

"-yes. Simple as that. You need me as well, I think. How long has it been since you had a good toss, Talara?"

She paled. "A-awhile…"

"How long?"

"A-a year," she whispered, flushing pink again.

Damon laughed again. "Oh? Well then, no wonder you're having such an erotic reaction to my presence."

He put a hand on her hip, drawing her close to him, his fingers sliding over and around to her butt, pressing her against his own hips. She gasped softly with a slight moan as she felt the hardness of his cock, straining beneath his tight uniform pants. She trembled slightly as he slid his other hand over her shoulder, down to the full roundness of her breasts.

She looked up at him and was caught in the depths of his inky black eyes, her breath coming a little harder now, her skin hot under the flight-suit, which was beginning to feel restrictive and tight.

"I shouldn't…" she whispered. "Not willingly."

He grinned. "And who's going to tell on you, pet? I certainly won't."

He massaged her breast, rubbing the hard tip of her nipple between his fingers until she was squirming and moaning against him. The hand on her butt pressed more firmly, pinning her to his body.

"Not a Rysusi…" Talara breathed, "not you … Damon…"

He grinned. "What's wrong with a Dirandan and a Rysusi having sex? Purely for the fun of it? Hmm?"

Talara licked her lips, watching his as he spoke. They were full and smooth and sensual. What if he lowered them to her throat? Tried to bite her, even though he said he wasn't interested? A hot flush colored her cheeks as she felt herself twitch at the thought.

She'd let him! Ancestors, would she let him!

"Ooh," she breathed, "Damon … kiss me … please…"

He grinned.

Deep, intensely burning heat filled her as his hot lips met hers. His hot, powerful, smooth lips. Exploring, tasting, demanding. She opened her mouth to his insistence and his tongue plunged deep into her as though he were giving her a taste of what he would do to her shortly. Plunging deeply, sliding over her trembling, hot tongue, caressing, possessing her mouth, drinking her in.

She pressed her body against his, pushing her hips against his, relishing the hard, hot feel of his length which was rubbing against the swollen heat between her own legs, a heat that was getting wetter by the moment.

His exploring hands found the seal to her flight-skin and slid it apart, slipping between the thin membrane of crystal-weave and sensi-circuitry to open the suit from the back and peel it off her.

Talara gasped as the slightly chilled air hit her overheated skin. She pulled her lips from his just enough to whisper, "Yes, Damon…" before she claimed his lips with the same passionate intensity that he'd just taken hers with.

He growled, kissing her back, his hands moving over her skin, leaving fiery trails behind as he explored her curves, ripping the flight-skin open lower to expose her butt, his hands sliding over her, cupping her soft, rounded rear, slipping between her buttocks to find even more sensitive flesh. As his fingers rubbed against her, she gasped sharply.

Damon released her lips to watch her face as he caressed her, smiling as she groaned and squirmed. He pushed a finger into her a little and she groaned louder.

"Mmm … like that?"

Talara squirmed slightly. "Mmm…"

He watched her a moment, then slid his hands out and off of her, stepping back just a little. She shivered slightly, watching him.

Deftly, he unhooked her belt, which clattered to the rocks below them. Then, before she had a chance to react, he grabbed her flight-suit at the shoulders and tore it from her body.

Talara gasped loudly as the thin, intricate cloth ripped, her skin prickling in the cool air, her nipples tightening even more and the delicate skin between her legs twitching as the air chilled her swollen, overheated flesh.

Damon didn't allow her much more time to react to that before he grabbed her, crushing her to him, kissing her as he pulled her away from the edge of the creek to the soft grass in the trees just beyond it. He bore her down to the ground, kissing her thoroughly before he let her lips go again, but this time to remove her boots.

Dazedly, Talara let him, her body pulsating with heat, mind spinning, breath short, hot, gasping. Once she was completely naked though, Damon paused, head tilted, taking her in.

She flushed.

"Just as lovely as I expected. Prettier without that flight-suit," he said softly, smiling. "And wet … very, very wet." His fingers dipped between her legs and Talara moaned.

He slid sensuously between the soft, swollen folds of her pussy, making a soft, wet sound as he did so, accompanied by Talara's low gasps and moans. He explored her, feeling the soft swirls of short silky sable hair, slipping over the tight, sensitive nub of her clit and dipping experimentally into the depths of her body, feeling her tightness, grinning as she groaned loudly. Her hips twitched and bucked up against his exploring hand.

"You're such a sweet little liar, my Dirandan pet," Damon said softly, a slight mocking chiding to his voice. "You've been wet for much longer than you admitted. You wanted me from the beginning, didn't you?"

He lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them as she watched with languid, half-lidded eyes. Her scent was strong and there was no point in denying it. She sighed, squirming a little.

"Yes, Damon," she said softly. "I don't know why."

He leaned over her. "Mmm." He kissed her and she gasped, her back arching slightly as she raised her arms to encircle his shoulders. She could taste her own musky juices on his lips, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She licked his lips and he chuckled softly.

"Like that, do you?"

"Yes," she breathed. "What are you going to do to me?"

He grinned, kissing her throat. "Mmm. I'm going to fuck you, Talara." His lips found the rise of her breast, while his hands closed around them. She groaned loudly as he kissed his way to her nipple and took it into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Yes, Damon," she said softly, "please…"

He scraped his teeth over her and she hissed, stiffening. Then he sat back a moment, quickly shucking his jacket and boots.

Talara sat up, leaning towards him, her hands finding the buttons of his shirt, pulling it open as she kissed him again and he laughed against her lips.

"Passionate, aren't you?" he murmured against her. "I love it."

Her hands found his belt, unfastening it and tugging at his pants. His hands moved over her breasts, cupping their full, heavy weight, squeezing them and bending his head to lick and kiss them as she worked on opening his pants. She moaned as he did, sliding closer to him.

"Ooh yes, Damon," she said, softly, "I like that. Suck me … please … ooohh…"

Damon's full lips slid over the full, round, heated flesh in his hands, sucking and licking her, dipping his tongue between them and eliciting a louder groan from her.

She trembled, squirming a little as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth across it.

He stiffened immediately, however, as her fingers slid inside his pants and brushed lightly across the swollen hardness of his cock. She moaned slightly, tracing the considerable length and width of him, wrapping her fingers around that thick shaft and shivering at the sensation of silky flesh against a solid, throbbing inner core.

Her own swollen flesh twitched as she felt him, his own trembling and groaning joining hers as he continued his assault on her tender breasts.

She stroked him, imagining what it would feel like to have him, have this, sliding into her soft, vulnerable body, over and over, again and again … she groaned louder.

He lifted his head from her breasts with a wicked grin. "I love your tits, pet…"

he murmured and she shivered at it. "Lie down." He winked. "I've got an idea."

Without a second thought, Talara did as he said, moaning softly with pleasure as he stripped the rest of his clothes off. He was coppery tan all over his smoothly muscled body. A light sprinkling of pale hair covered his wide chest and muscular arms, tapering down his flat stomach, around his thick cock and over his large, heavy balls and down his strong legs. She swallowed hard, gasping as he grinned at the path of her gaze.

"Like what you see, Talara?" he asked in a roughened, sensually wicked voice.

She nodded, breathlessly.

With a chuckle, Damon straddled her chest

Taking one large breast in each hand, Damon pointed his erection between them and slid up, bumping her chin with his velvety head.

Damon's own aroused, sexy musk swirled around Talara's senses and she bent her head to rub her lips against him, making him groan loudly. He squeezed her breasts together and pushed his cock harder against her lips. She moaned softly, licking him, slipping her lips over him, sucking slightly. She put her hands on his hips, massaging, caressing him.

Damon growled, stiffening, pulling himself back and sliding forward again, into Talara's mouth. She gasped, licking him, sucking.

He began to slide faster between her breasts, groaning as Talara licked and kissed him each time he pushed forward. "That's it, pet … mmm…" he said, his voice low and rough.

She squirmed, feeling fresh moisture dripping from her, her tongue full of the taste of him, her pussy twitching as he fucked her breasts. She moaned softly. She needed him between her legs … now!

"D-damon…" she managed, "don't come-"

He chuckled. "Are you saying you need fucked, Talara?"

She stiffened, fiery chills sweeping through her.

He kept pumping her, smiling. "Tell me, pet… What do you want? What do you need?"

She squirmed again. "D-damon!"

He laughed. "Say it, Talara. Say you want me to fuck you."

She groaned. "Ooohhh … Ancestors … Damon … please!"

"Say it!" He stiffened a little. "Or I'll come now and it'll be too late for you, pet…"

She was panting, sucking at him each time he thrust against her lips. Her entire body was on fire now, vibrating, throbbing, needing him…

"D-damon…!" she almost squeaked, gasping.

"Say it!" he growled.

"Fuck me, Damon!" she snarled, "Now!"

He laughed and slid down her body, shoving himself between her legs, to the hilt.

She gasped sharply as the sensation exploded within her and she went very still, lightning racing through her body. Her eyes went wide, her lips fell open in a long, low moan that made Damon chuckle evilly.

"Ah yes," he purred, "perfect."

He leaned forward and kissed her trembling lips, kissing her and kissing her until she kissed him back, whimpering softly into his mouth.

She brought up both her knees to either side of his body as he drew his hips back slowly.

"Oh yes, Damon…" she breathed, "yes, please…"

Damon plunged into her then and began pumping her, hard and fast. She gasped as he did, her own hips thrusting up, against his. He was hard and smooth and filled her exquisitely. She groaned loudly, the sensation of him massaging her sheath with each stroke.

He grunted, his breath coming faster and harder the quicker he moved, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin. He leaned over her and she pushed herself up on her elbows to bring her lips to his, kissing him breathlessly while he pounded into her.

She felt his low, warning growl, felt his body stiffening and his movements became faster, harder, throbbing and she felt a low, hot shiver go through her. He was silk covered granite, hammering into her soft, hot, tight body, faster and faster and his growls were almost deafening now.

Talara dropped back to the soft grass, gasping, writhing beneath Damon's onslaught, sparks racing over her skin as he bumped against her solid sensitive core, sending spirals of electricity into the depths of her stomach. She groaned, stiffening a little as those spirals exploded into blinding pleasure. She screamed, the deep inner vibrations of her orgasm rippling along Damon's already thickened and throbbing cock.

He growled even louder as she tightened around him, spasming and throbbing herself as she dissolved in the throes of pleasure and Damon stiffened, thrust into her to the hilt and exploded deep into her with a groan.

Talara moaned as he did so, squirming, gasping softly.

A shiver went through him, his body twitched, he grunted again and collapsed on top of her. Her arms went around him and she lay there, trying to catch her own breath, shivering a little, exhausted. Her eyes drifted closed and she gave a soft, satisfied sigh.

"Talara," Damon finally said, "that was perfect."

"Mmhm."

He rolled off her and lay on his side. "Are you hungry?"

She opened her eyes a little, looking at him. Her lips curved into a slight smile.

"I suppose so."

"I'll take you to my compound then." He smiled a bit. "We can find some food and do this again." He winked.

Her smile turned into a smirk. "Are you going to provide me with some clothing somehow? You ruined my flight-suit, you know and I'm not walking around in front of your men naked."

Damon chuckled. "I don't know … my men could use the sight of a naked woman…"

Talara quirked an eyebrow at him. "Rysusi men and a naked Dirandan woman?

You're kidding right? Unless you plan on sharing me with them, are you going to be wanting to fight them all off?"

Damon snickered softly. "Hm … would be interesting to watch…"

Talara's eyes widened.

"But they'd want your blood as well and I don't care for that particular idea."

He reached over his shoulder and retrieved his Directorate captain's coat.

"Here," he said, draping it over her.

She smirked, standing up to try the coat on. It fell to her knees. "Well, at least it's long enough."

Damon grabbed her tall boots and tossed them to her.

"I look ridiculous."

Damon grinned. "Well … I wouldn't say ridiculous exactly…"

"They're going to know what happened."

"Of course they are. Regardless, my men still respect the rights of the Captain."

He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. "Nobody's going to lay a hand on you or talk to you if I don't wish it."

She walked over to where her weapons belt and survival pouch lay. Checking her tracker, she frowned a little. "It's been over a half-hour. If my ship's computer is following the instructions I left it, it's increased the distress beacon and is trying to locate me."

Damon chuckled softly. "Like I said, pet, there's very little way your distress signal can penetrate the security perimeter we've set around this area. The only way you'll be able to contact your fleet will be through my equipment." He fastened his shirt. "So I wouldn't worry about it."

Talara glanced at him, belting her utility belt around the tailored waist of the coat and snorting at the effect it had on her overall appearance.

Damon laughed. "Don't worry about it, Talara."

She rolled her eyes and collected the remnants of her flight-skin from the ground.

He stood and walked over to her. "I'll replace your clothes."

His scent was strong and masculine, musky with sex. It swirled around her senses a moment and she breathed in, her eyes fluttering closed. He put his hand on her shoulder and she leaned back against him with a soft moan. His other hand came around her waist, above the utility belt, pulling her back a little more. She could feel him, hard and firm against the soft flesh of her rear and a shiver went through her.

His lips came down against hers as she tipped her head back and he murmured through his kisses, "If we hurry, we can get your signal sent and spend the rest of the afternoon naked, pet…"

Talara groaned softly, nodding.

Damon pushed her back a bit, turned her around, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her soundly, then stepped away from her, grinning.

She blinked, smiled softly and licked her lips.

"Okay then," she said with a sultry giggle, "take me… there."

Damon snickered, grabbed her by the arm and threw her over his shoulder.

With Talara squealing in protest, he stalked off into the woods, following the descending creek, into the green-leafed valley below.