Lemony goodness ahead. Be warned

Stubbornness and Pride

"What's the matter?" Her husband asked her softly, touching a tear that was trailing down her face.

"I just… I just love you so much, Tyr Anasazi," she said happily, crying freely now.

"You confuse me, woman," he smiled at her. "You say you love me, yet you're crying."

"I'm just so happy," she whispered, trying to stop the tears from flowing.

He laughed at her tears, touching her gently and playing in her hair. She in turn reached up to touch one of his braids. She sighed contentedly and wriggled a little at feeling his dick pulsing inside of her.

"Do you want more?" he asked cheekily, thrusting into her once and then holding perfectly still. She jumped at his invasion, looking up at him longingly and shivering at the cruelty in his smile

"Mmmm… yes," she moaned at how deep he was inside of her. Before he could thrust again, her door chime sounded.

"You got lucky, little Bliss," Tyr grinned and kissed her deeply.

"Hold that thought," she said, pushing him off of her while getting up. Tyr went willingly when the door chime sounded again. She wrapped a sheet around herself and ran for the door.

"Dad!"

"Hey, Mars," Miles said brightly. "Come on, get dressed. I thought the two of us could go out for breakfast this morning."

"Dad…"

"Come on, it'll be like old times, kid."

"Dad…"

"We'll walk the promenade..."

"Dad…"

"Greet passengers as they enter the station…"

"Dad! I'm not going with you!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Miles blinked. "Come on, Marsha, it'll be great! We'll put the past behind us and-"

"Is Tyr invited?" Ama glared at her father, standing as stern and regal as a queen. Miles didn't know what to say. Marsha had always been a timid girl. She would go along with whatever plans he made.

"Um… No. This is just going to be-"

"Then I'm not going," the girl said firmly.

"Mars, I-"

"Amara! Amara is my name, Dad!. You are going to have to accept the fact that Tyr is a part of my life now. He's not going away and I don't want him to! He's my mate, he'll be my husband. And nothing you can do will change that!"

"Ma- Amara. You need to trust me on this. Tyr Anasazi is not the man for you. He's dangerous. He-"

"Of course he's dangerous!" she exploded at him. "He has to be strong to protect us both! Just… you wouldn't understand."

"Why don't you try to explain it to me," Miles said angrily.

"Tyr loves me. To the point of insanity. And I love him. That kind of love, it changes everything. We're not going to be your average couple. But we are a couple. I won't allow you to break us apart."

"Amara, every couple feels that way about themselves. If you listened to couples everywhere, not a one of them would be 'average'. You need to look at this objectively."

"I really don't," she said contemptuously. "I'm in love. Simple as that. I won't be talked out of it, reasoned out of it, or anything else. You need to look at things objectively. You're either trying to push me away, in which case I'll just start finding reasons not to talk to you, or you can start being supportive like Mom is. She's the one I turn to for advice and support anyway. She likes Tyr; she lets us work out our own issues, and she backs off when I need her to. You need to back off, Dad. This isn't your concern."

"Not my concern?" the Chief roared. "Everything about you is my concern, girl, you're my daughter." He seemed to realize that he'd gone too far around the time her lower lip started quivering. She was shaking slightly and her protector was standing closer than he had been before.

"See you later, Dad," Ama said shakily, closing the door in his face. Miles punched the wall next to the door but didn't ring the door chime again. Great! He'd just let his temper push him closer to the man he was trying to get rid of!

Ama was breathing hard and trying not to cry as she stared blankly at the door. Tyr came up behind her and held her close, silently offering comfort. After a minute, she yawned and turned around, putting on a brave face for her husband.

"I'm tired. We were up all night again and I have to work today. How about I set the timer for four hours so I can at least get a little sleep and then we can hit the promenade for some food?"

"I'm perfectly happy with whatever you want to do, Amara," the man said, leaning into her as she backed up against the door. "You know what I want."

"Sex is not the answer for everything," Ama chided breathlessly, looking him over and finding nothing comforting about the look on his face. "I have to work today."

"I'm well aware," the Nietzschean said, tracing a braid behind her ear. "How about we continue our game and set the timer for three hours. After that, you will have earned some sleep. I'll wake you for your shift, love." He leaned in even more, obviously going in for a kiss.

"A-a-and the promenade?" she whispered against his lips.

"We can negotiate for the promenade tomorrow," he grinned, looking at her needy expression before kissing her hungrily. She moaned into his mouth happily, propped up by the door now. He continued his assault on her, wrapping her in his arms and possessing her mouth. She made a chittering noise that had him chuckling against her utterly addictive lips. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, grabbing a hold of her sheet where she'd released her death grip on it and yanking it down while he tossed her bodily onto the bed. He eyed her hungrily as her naked body sailed through the air. She landed safely and bounced, having offered no resistance when he'd thrown her. She lay stretched out like a picture, looking to him for satisfaction. It made him hot.

"Good girl," he said, his focus narrowed in on her eyes. Look at me, his eyes seemed to tell her. See me. He dropped his sheet from around his waist and stood proudly displaying his extra thick manhood for her. She watched it pulse with a needy sigh and his smile widened. "Would you like to taste me?" he asked cockily.

The girl nodded and crawled to the end of the bed quickly. She wasn't even looking at his eyes anymore, her entire focus was now on his penis. He moved forward as she got on her hands and knees on the bed and opened her mouth wide for him. Once he was close enough she licked the length of him with delight, noting the salty taste of him throughout. She could even taste a little of herself on him from their earlier lovemaking. Wanting to taste only him, she licked harder and more firmly, refusing to look up at him. She was dripping wet for him, and instinctively she knew that if she turned her love channel to him, she would be penetrated with alacrity, but she wanted to taste what her lower mouth was feeding on. She suckled his member, licking it like a lollipop. When the first drop of precum hit her open throat, she got impatient. She started sucking on him, caressing his balls and any part of his shaft that she couldn't get into her greedy mouth. She found a rhythm and suddenly it was Tyr making those broken sounds of ecstasy. He was the one moaning and gasping, cradling her head and holding it to him for more pleasure. He started thrusting mindlessly into her mouth, groaning what a good girl she was and she responded by continuing her quest for his semen.

Eventually, her jaw started to tire out, but she kept slurping at him, determined to make him cum in her mouth. When she'd decided that was the goal was anyone's guess, but it was her goal now. He kept giving her little tastes of his love, it was driving her crazy. There was a large puddle of her juices on the bed by this point and she came again just thinking about how good he was going to taste in her mouth. At hour two he finally stiffened, thrust himself as deep into her throat as he could, and ejaculated into her mouth. He was as delicious as she'd predicted; the taste of him set her mind to dreaming. And he was still as hard as steel! She started to suck him again, but he pulled himself out of her mouth completely. Before she could protest, she was face down on the bed, trying to withstand his powerful thrusts as he fed her vagina with his cock. He pumped into her rhythmically, trying to make her pay for getting him to lose control.

"Semen is for pussies," he growled and slapped her ass viciously. This caused her to clamp onto him with a slick, hard grip and scream her orgasm. Getting an idea for a new type of torture for his willing captive, he spanked her again to see what would happen. She squirted her love juices all over his front, moaning brokenly. "You like that, don't you?" he leaned over and whispered darkly in her ear. "You like me spanking you!" The girl nodded helplessly, turning her face away from him in shame.

"No, Bliss, don't run away from me. I want to know your secrets," he whispered, groaning at how good and tight she felt around his thick length. He smacked her bottom a couple of times and thrust himself into her deeply at the same time. She clamped onto him again and exploded, lighting up like a Christmas tree. She was screaming bloody murder and he just kept up his torture, giving her everything she wanted, everything she needed for satiation. He was now covered in sweat and her cum, and he now understood those confusing flashes of arousal during her time on the Rape Planet. She didn't want to have those men do dirty things to her, she wanted someone who loved her endlessly to do those things to her! Nodding in understanding, he continued plowing his woman while spanking her with abandon. His woman came several more times for him before passing out with her ass in the air.

Tyr smiled gently at his sensitive angel before arranging her more comfortably on the bed. The sheets were now Valerian wool, the softest in the universe. No one on the station should have been able to afford such luxury. He wrapped her in softness, refusing to pull out of her, and put her head on the pillow.

"Computer set alarm for 1530," he told the console. He pumped against her with his still hard dick and she moaned invitingly. Feeling the need to empty his seed into her nether mouth, he thrust again. When he heard no signs of pain or motions of disgust, he let himself enjoy her body while she slept. It didn't take long to empty himself into her sweetness.

"Oh Tyr…" she said softly in her sleep, wriggling in the most enticing way against his body. Even in sleep, she couldn't seem to get enough of him. Tyr felt a flush of masculine pride at that. It was his member she longed for, his satisfaction she dreamed of. He settled down to sleep with his woman.

Oh my... The couple seems to be getting along very well! Also, the rift between Miles and Amara is growing. Let's see how far he's willing to take this dislike of Tyr, eh? See ya next chapter! ^_^