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Lia walked down the beach, the water lapping at her feet blissfully cool. She moved deeper into the water, until the waves were at her knees. Summer in Silvertide was brutally hot this year and all the tourists who couldn't tolerate the heat were indoors, sprawled around their fans and AC units. Those with scales and leathery hides, though, were out in force, taking advantage of the extra space of the furred's retreat. She watched a pair of locals - a lithe green dragon dwarfed by his muscular, crimson friend - jog past on the beach, their humourous chatting slowing as their heads swivelled, gazes briefly fixed on her. She called a friendly hello to them and they replied in kind.

Even as they left her peripheral, she could feel their gazes lingering on her just a moment longer. After all, it wasn't every day a Sangaardian emerged into the scorching heat, dressed for the occasion: a pale blue bikini bra just large enough to hide her nipples, a matching thong and a near-translucent strip of silken, white fabric wrapped around her waist. Her golden fur shimmered in the sunlight, rippling across firm muscles as she moved.

'Well, you're a sight for sore eyes.' A deep voice commented from a stack of granite boulders that was slowly being claimed by the jungle that edged the beach for miles.

Lia looked around, squinting into the daylight, searching for the source of the voice. She knew who it was and she'd spent the last two hours looking for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. 'I'll meet you at the beach' was hardly a dead giveaway for a location when said beach was ten miles long. Questioning Tristan further about his decided location had been scuppered when the comms signal had dropped to almost nothing when a giant storm had rolled in from the north, bringing with it the lightning show of a lifetime.

'The way you were watching those two, I honestly thought you'd bail on me and go off chasing them.' The T. rex hopped down from his perch atop the largest boulder. He had been sitting amongst the fern fronds in the shade of an overhanging, broad leafed tree, his dark green and brown mottled skin the perfect comouflague.

'I spent the last two hours looking for you.' She said with a mock pout.

His rumbling chuckle of amusement put her on edge. She flicked her right ear around and started to absently groom the black tip as she watched him pad towards her with the precise, careful movements of a predator that was fully at ease with his surroundings. Her gaze slid downwards, from the small smile on his lips, across his broad chest to ogle his hard abdomen. The swim shorts he wore were made of a fine material that clung to everything. They were still drying out from his last swim in the sea and they left very little to the imagination. She bit her lip as he moved closer, his musky scent overpowering the salty fragrance of the sea. She chewed her lip, her gaze darting back up. He was a tall man and he looked as if he had been carved out of a mountain. Scars criss crossed his body and she noted that the tip of the little finger on his left hand was missing.

When he spoke, his teeth were gleaming white, perfectly maintained daggers and a sharp intelligence burned in the depths of his orange eyes. Her sudden worry about making the wrong choice fled her as her libido started tightening its grip on her mind. Here was a powerful man, both in body and telekinetic ability. He had willingly given her a copy of his medical history, too, which had helped a great deal in her decision about him. And being a seasoned warrior, too, with an extensive, successful military record was a bonus. He was a man who knew how to use his wits and his strengths to get things done. Tristan Krasin, she had finally decided last week, would sire her children. Saurian genetics were highly compatible with Sangaardian genetics and many healthy children had been born in lieu of numerous couplings over the decades. The same could be said of other races, Nymexians, Tenglaari, certain members of the T'raykes...

But Tristan had caught her eye early after - literally - bumping into him last year during one of her tutoring stints at Silvertide city's leading university. They had immediately gotten on well and had kept in regular contact ever since. Their relationship, however, wasn't romantic. There was a deep aspect of lust to it, though, and the resulting sexual tension between them was becoming too much to bear.

'Sorry, what?' She said, pulling her mind away from his body.

He looked down at her, an eyeridge raised, amusement dancing in his eyes, 'I was asking if you'd like to come back to my place. It's much better than that stuffy little hotel room you have back in the city.'

'Ah? Oh, yes. Sure.' She stuttered. Her mind kept straying and the pressure between her legs was increasing as she thought about the things she wanted to do to him.

When he realised that she wasn't actually going to be moving any time soon, Tristan sighed, bent down and scooped her up. She let out a surprised yelp as he threw her over his shoulder and she instinctively grabbed whatever she could to steady herself; the waist band of his shorts, which bunched up in her fists.

'This isn't a nudist beach, so I'd really appreciate it if you didn't. You could get me arrested for indecent exposure or some such.' He laughed as he felt her hands scrabbling for purchase elsewhere, 'Come to think of it, how come you haven't been done for indecent exposure?'

'Because I'm wearing a bikini.' Lia replied, bracing her hands against his back. She became mesmerized by the swaying of his tail as he started walking.

He chuckled again, 'You're wearing enough material to make a single handkerchief out of.'

She swore at him and squirmed on his shoulder, her face heating up when his hand came up to swat a buttock with sharp, stinging precision.

'Now, now, you know swearing in public is rude, right? It should only be done in private.' The way he said the last part made her want to urge him to speed up his pace.

'And what if I want to keep swearing?' She asked off-handedly, trying to sound as sweet and innocent as possible.

'I'm afraid I will have to punish you.' He purred, his free hand sliding up her thigh to rest on her still stinging flesh.

She paused, dedicating two seconds to think things through and then continued swearing. He lifted her off his shoulders so suddenly, she gasped in shock as she stumbled in the sand to keep her balance. She landed heavily on her backside and looked around, stunned. Further up the beach were rows of stark, white shacks, each one with its own, private jetty reaching out into the sea. The beach at that end was crowded with people who where enjoying the sun, laughing and playing in the cool water. Others lay prone, soaking up the rays. They weren't too far away from Tristan's accommodation and the Saurian had an erection that was threatening to tear his shorts. She shifted to her knees and looked at his groin hungrily, licking her lips as he pulled the fabric away, his engorged cock twitching softly inches from her nose.

'There's so many people close by-' She started, her voice a hoarse whisper, her gaze darting to the side to where all those people were.

'Suck it.' He ordered.

She glanced up at him, a flicker of worry racing through her. A measure of relief followed hot on its heels. The harshness was just in his voice. His expression remained a mixture of mischief and hunger. He was just playing, but still...

'In public-?' She blurted, a little frightened. Her heart pounded in her chest. She could hear the conversation of those closest to them clearly and the only barrier between her and Tristan had was a thin stand of trees that were making a heroic effort of taking the beach. 'We'll get caught...' She mumbled as he gripped his cock and started stroking. It was a fascinating sight and one of the hottest things she had ever seen.

'We might, we might not.' He purred. 'What're they going to do about it? Get jealous? This is an adults only beach and I'm sure they've all done much worse.' He kept slowly stroking his twelve inches. Lia leaned in a little closer and carefully touched his tip with her tongue, all the while hyper aware of those just a few hundred yards from them. She licked him slowly, tasting the faint traces of the sea salt that still clung to him, his own, rich, musky flavour assailing her senses. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and took over stroking,

'Perfect... Keep that up...' He mumbled as he watched her.

She moved closer, her eyes closing as she wrapped her lips around his tip, her tongue lapping playfully at his swollen head. She pulled away and tilted him up, running her tongue down his length, her other hand dipping beneath him to cup his heavy balls. She gently massaged him as she licked him, humming a soft song, weaving a light, tickling magic around him. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him as she did so. His eyes were hooded and a low, satisfied purring sound rumbled deep in his chest. She licked the bead of pre away, took his tip in her mouth once again, sucking and humming, stroking and massaging until he grunted. His cock twitched in her grip, her mouth filling up quickly with his seed. She swallowed what she could, but had to pull away as the thick spurts of semen kept coming. Thick strands of warmth splashed across her face and oozed down her neck, down onto the curves of her large breasts.

She let go of him and licked her lips.

'You're a mess.' He panted as he looked down at her. She was still on her knees and she was grinning through a lattice of dripping white.

'You taste real good.' She replied huskily, licking her fingers.

He reached down and pulled her to her feet, ushering her towards the sea. They waded in, Lia hanging on to Tristan as he took her into deeper water. He was a foot and a half taller than she was, so she clung to his neck and kissed along his jaw. He spun her around in his arms and started washing her off, using the opportunity to explore her body. She squirmed against him as his fingers slid between her legs and started stroking her labia. He dipped his index finger inside her and worked her into a frenzy. She could feel the press of his hard muscles against her back, his powerful arms holding her firmly in place as he played with her. She couldn't find the sea floor with her feet, which added an extra layer of fear to the situation. Lia groaned as he pinched her nipples, one after the other with his free hand, and she descended into an orgasm, her breath coming short as she writhed in Tristan's uncompromising grip.

'Let's go find that bed. And no more swearing, or I'll have to punish you again.' He whispered teasingly in her ear.

She nodded numbly and, cleaned up, let Tristan lead her from the water. As they walked across the beach, through the throng of people, a few heads turned, some barely hidden coy gazes being cast in their direction. There was one or two jealous looks off a couple of women they passed on sun loungers, confirming that at least a dozen people on the beach had taken notice of the two.

Lia wanted to shrink away from embarrassment, but with Tristan beside her, deflecting any comments made with a smug silence, she couldn't. She felt propped up by his assurance, confidence and a smug satisfaction radiated from him. Regardless, the walk to his place was the most gruelling five minute walk she had ever made, but she eventually found herself inside Tristan's rented beach house, the door closed firmly behind them. She took the place in. It was a typical, luxury holiday home; pristine, minimalistic and set away from the rest of its clones with an undisputed sea view. The voices of the beach goers could still be heard, but the sturdy, wooden walls and thick windows dampened the sound considerably and kept them far away. Tristan gave her a glass of water, which she downed immediately with relish. She hadn't realised just how parched she was and the ice cold water was bliss.

'So, where's the bedroom?' She asked.

He looked at her, a little caught off guard. Then he snorted a laugh, 'You don't want to have a shower first?'

By way of an answer, she reached behind herself and undid the knot holding her bikini in place. The bra fell away and Tristan went silent, his gaze fixed to her chest. He had met Sangaardian women before, even had one in his squad. They were long-legged, wide hipped, narrow waisted, surprisingly muscular and their breasts didn't seem to come in any sizes below a D-cup. Lia, he guessed, was somewhere in the upper F-cup region. She was, by far, the finest specimen of Sangaardian woman he had ever seen. Her wrap was discarded and she shimmied out of her thong, her breasts swaying tantalizingly with each movement.

'Bedroom's this way...' He mumbled, transfixed.

A smile slowly took over her face and she let herself be led into the next room. The biggest bed she had ever seen dominated the room, decorated with soft pillows and hand-woven throws. Tristan discarded his shorts, pulled Lia close to him and caught her in a deep, passionate kiss. She felt his growing erection pressing against her and she moved slowly against him, teasing him, her fingers stroking up and down his back, relishing the feel of his powerful muscles.

'Are you sure you want me?' He asked softly, surfacing for air.

'I am. My mother's expecting a horde of grandchildren from all of my sisters and I, so I figure I better start now.' She said with a smile, 'Plus, I'm not getting any younger and I honestly wasn't expecting to find the perfect sire so soon.'

Silence descended between them and after a moment of searching her expression for any signs of worry or deceit, Tristan gently picked her up and laid her on the bed. She sprawled out, enjoying the cool sheets and made herself comfortable. She watched with baited breath as Tristan climbed onto the bed and kneeled at the end of it, watching her intently. She arched her back, stretching and showing off her body. She felt a surge of victory as he gently parted her knees and started kissing his way up her body. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as his tongue slid gently across her vulva, the tip swirling briefly around her clitoris before moving onwards. He kissed his way up her body, tracing a circle around her pierced naval with the tip of his tongue before moving further up, to pay some attention to her heavy breasts. She moaned softly as he nipped tenderly at the flesh, squeezing and kneading them with his hands. He caught her left nipple between his lips and pinched them, increasing the pressure to see how much she would take.

When she yelped, he released her and gently licked the swollen nipple before moving on to the next. She squirmed under him, made insensible by his ministrations, her hands gripping his shoulders and sliding down to his biceps as he abandoned her breasts to nibble his way teasingly across her collar bone, up her neck to catch her in a long, drawn out kiss. Lia wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs as wide as she could, welcoming him in. The need to have him inside her had become a desperation that had been made increasingly more frustrating by his careful, tender exploration. He broke the kiss off and pushed himself up on his hands and looked down at her as she lay panting, prone beneath him. He was painfully hard and her scent was a tantalizing mixture of soft musk, winter roses and sea salt.

'Last chance.' Tristan said.

'I want you inside me,' She moaned plaintively, 'I need you to sire my children. I need to you to fuck me.'

He leaned back on his heels and placed one hand on her hip and the other on his cock. Slowly and carefully, he guided himself inside her. Lia moaned softly, her eyes fluttering as her labia parted under the pressure, her vagina stretching wide to accommodate his girth. She gripped the bedsheets, her teeth clamped together as he pushed deeper into her, every inch borderline painful. She was wet, but he was big and the relief she felt when he could go no further was curiously tinged with disappointment. She was so horny that she wanted his full twelve inches inside her but had to be content with just eight.

She gasped, long and slow as he started pulling back out, taking himself to the tip before pushing back in. He did the same again, slowly picking up the pace as he moved, each thrust becoming more and more confident. Lia cried out, her hands flying to his sides as an orgasm surged through her, her legs twitching, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She urged Tristan on and he picked up the pace again, driving her into another orgasm, her nails scratching at his sides as she came again. She writhed beneath him as he continued pounding into her, each forward stroke of his cock sending waves of heat ricocheting through her. Another orgasm raged through her and she curled forward with a harsh groan, her head under his chin, her shaking hands seeking to grab a hold of something as she was pulled deeper into ecstasy. She found herself panting his name in time with each thrust he made. He was hot, slick and hard as steel, and it felt almost as if he was going to split in her half, but she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She wrapped her trembling legs around his waist as best she could and ran her fingers over the contours of his abs as he reared up, hands gripping her thighs, a half snarl parting his lips.

With a grunt that transitioned into a low, pleased growl, he came, liquid heat flooding her with each powerful twitch of his cock. Lia groaned softly, a small orgasm flickering through her as she took in his, relishing the feel of his twitching cock deep inside her, the way his semen poured into her, his muscles going taught and the sound of his voice as he came. He pulled out with a satisfyingly wet, sticky sound and she felt that liquid warmth trickle down her backside and onto the bed sheets. She wanted to move away from the wet patch, but didn't have the strength to do so. He lay down beside her and pulled her to his side, eliminating her problem. She lay curled up at his side, listening to his breathing, her eyes hooded as exhaustion crept up on her, her fingertip idly tracing a small, curling scar on his side.

They dozed for a time, waking up to a cool breeze blowing in through the bedroom window. Lia propped herself on her elbow and looked around. Tristan was half asleep, his gaze fixed on the vista through the large window. The sky was dark, spattered with the pinpricks of stars and the glitter of Nymex's numerous satellites, orbital stations and other space faring vessels. The trio of moons were mere slivers of colour in the sky and the sound of the sea lapping at the beach was a soothing balm for exhaustion. Lia shifted her position, sitting upright on the bed. Her nethers were aching and sticky, much stickier than she had expected and she decided that now she would have that shower. She looked over her shoulder at Tristan. He seemed to be a little more awake now and he was slowly becoming erect again, his gaze sliding over her.

'I could do with a shower, but I need someone to help me scrub my back.' She said. She sounded rough to her own ears, her voice bordering on a coarse whisper. 'I could do with something to drink, too.'

'You go get a drink and I'll go get some towels.' Tristan said, running his fingers down her spine, from shoulders to tail.

She shuddered, suddenly wanting to discard the shower and ride him then and there.

She then wondered how big the shower was and grinned.