They wrestled with clothing and limited access. Noelle broke a sweat just trying to get her fingers into the waist of Drak’s trousers to explore him with her hand.

Drak ground his teeth when she accidently found him with her nails, levering himself away from her long enough to unfasten the opening and then reaching for her clothing to peel it away before she could wedge a hand into the opening to grasp his cock.

Noelle began to feel a desperation to be naked and have Drak in that state. She felt her desire peaking and dipping like a roller coaster as they wrestled to position themselves and caress whatever small patch of skin they could uncover.

Sweating from effort wasn’t helpful. The clothes began to cling to their skin, making it that much difficult to remove.

Finally, they rolled apart and removed tunics and boots and trousers. When they collided again in embrace, it would’ve been difficult to say who was more desperate to connect fully.

For her part, Noelle felt she’d had all the foreplay she could handle.

Drak didn’t seem to think she had. He fought off her efforts to mount him, pinioned her to the bed with his lower body and his great hands and thoroughly explored her breasts and belly and mound with his lips and tongue and teeth.

Noelle had sucked in gasping breaths until she nearly hyperventilated and passed out. She was almost too limp and drunk with desire and over-oxygenation to identify his cock and grab it when it came within reach, but fortunately, he surged over her at just the right moment and basically placed it in her palm.

She managed to maneuver one thigh from under him and spread her legs wide enough to plug the massive staff between her thighs, but she could get no further and no amount of wiggling lined her up the way she needed to be.

Huffing for breath, she went limp to collect herself and try to get a decent breath of air into her lungs before she passed out.

Drak seized the opportunity to gnaw on the throbbing nipples of her unprotected breasts.

Uttering a squawk, Noelle grabbed his cheeks and levered his head upward so that their gazes met.

“Put the damn thing in!” she growled.

A jolt went through him, but he surged over her, grabbed the anaconda and began trying to shove it into her pee hole. Noelle tried tilting her hips back and forth a few times to ring it with the hole, but he was determined to stick with the spot he’d chosen.

Damn it!

She began shoving at his shoulders. When he rolled over, she climbed across him, straddled him and then lined up with his lance. She felt the skin on her knees pull with the effort to engulf it, but she couldn’t seem to make any progress.

After a moment, he tossed her onto her back on the bed, grabbed her legs and parted them, then dropped into the V and covered her clit with his mouth. Noelle came up off the bed as an electrifying jolt traveled all the way through her and short-circuited her brain.

Drak planted one plate sized hand in the middle of her face and shoved her down again.

By the time Drak was satisfied he’d lubricated the area enough, Noelle was screaming. Coming up on his knees, he rang the hole and fell over her in the same motion, thrusting. The head embedded itself within the opening and hit deadlock so that his thrusts merely shoved her across the bed.

He dragged her back and thrust again. That time he had the forethought to grab her shoulders and pin her to the bed. He nearly buckled her spine, but his cock slipped a little deeper and when he withdrew again he managed to gather enough moisture to shove her womb through a lung when he drove into her again.

She panted for breath. They were both so slick with sweat by that time that their skin clung when they didn’t want it to and slid when it was least helpful.

Huffing for breath, Drak slipped his arms beneath her shoulders and got a good grip before he began to set the rhythm Noelle, at least, needed to complete her journey to nirvana.

Well, the second one. Despite every effort to fight him off, he’d sucked her clit to ‘get her ready’ until she came … and came and came until she was screaming.

The lack of a good stiff cock in the right place while she was coming had left her feeling a little hollow, however, and she hadn’t actually managed to come down from the mountains while he was struggling to mount her on his staff. When he finally set the thrust-retreat rhythm she’d been waiting for, her body surged upward in a new race for completion.

Great shudders began to wrack Drak’s body.

Noelle knew what that meant.

He was going to come and leave her with an interrupted one.

Tilting her hips, she wrapped her legs around his hips in an effort to control the depth and speed of his thrusts.

It was a fortuitous move, placing her g-spot in just the right position to get hammered by the head of his cock. It set off her second, mind-blowing climax and fried every circuit in her brain. She could barely hold on to him until he’d begun to come, but as soon as she felt the heated wash of his semen, she gave up the effort to cling and melted into the mattress of the bed, struggling to catch her breath.

Drak lost all muscle tone when he’d expended himself and sank heavily on top of her.

It was surprisingly gratifying.

Until he sank heavily enough that she began to have trouble expanding her lungs for a breath of air.

She lifted one hand and shoved weakly at his shoulder. “Air,” she managed to mutter faintly, drunkenly.

She thought for a few horrifying moments that Drak had lost consciousness on top of her. Thankfully, after a few moments he seemed to gather himself, shoved himself upright and fell off of her, rolling onto his back.

And let that be a lesson to me, Noelle thought with drowsy satisfaction. I’ll have to be really careful about pissing him off again!

Drak didn’t realize he’d lost track of his objective until he woke the following morning. He wasn’t certain he would have then except he was suffering a hangover effect from having spent most of the night fucking.

It had, in fact, taken a strenuous effort of will to leave Noelle sleeping and get out of bed without waking her for another bout.

As he stepped under the near scalding hot water, though, he abruptly recalled Noelle’s comment about the primitive, filthy conditions.

Not that she’d used those precise, insulting terms, but it had certainly been close enough he was sure he had a good understanding of her feelings.

He might have been enraged at the comments instead of just insulted and moderately pissed off if he hadn’t recalled that his mother had had a similar opinion of the situation on Aiper in general and his father’s main holdings in particular.

He hadn’t actually spent a great deal of time on his mother’s home world, but he couldn’t recall from his many raids that the people of K’naiper lived a more comfortable existence—not of their own devices. The planet itself enjoyed a far milder climate, which allowed the inhabitants to spend a great deal more time outside and also a growing season that made it possible to keep a good table all year round. But he didn’t recall that they had many things of comfort. In point of fact, they moved from one place to another and carried only the essentials with them. They still lived in the temporary shelters devised for them so long ago, directly after the great disaster, when their ancestors had taken the ships that were still able to make the journey and carried the women and young children to safety.

Obviously, the place where Noelle was from was different from both, her home world at least and very likely this new colony she spoke of. He didn’t recall that she’d said the village was better.

He shook that thought and the anger that still simmered each time he thought about it. He knew she hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true. He also conceded that she hadn’t said it as if she felt superior or was being judgmental.