by Nikki Clarke
I treat each of her breasts in turn to a firm suck, letting her tight, little nipples plop out of my mouth and making her gasps echo off the walls of my apartment. The reverberating sound triggers a rush of blood to my cock and sends my need spiraling to a point of urgency. I can’t wait to have her completely anymore.
I straighten and set her away from me. She follows my movements as I arrange her discarded clothing into a reasonably comfortable padding. I cover the mound with my single sheet and smooth it down.
“Come.” I hold out my hand, and she takes it without hesitation, rising to her knees and scooting over to our makeshift bed. I ease her onto her back so she’s laying before me, her skin shimmering, her heart echoing my own immense need.
I slide my hand beneath her hips to pull down the small scrap of fabric that’s the final barrier between us. When she’s finally bare, I must sit back and take it in.
I can’t believe Amina would not be considered the most beautiful woman in the universe in this moment. Her legs are curvy and toned. The flat plane of her belly is still feminine and soft. The muscles show beneath her tight skin, but there’s a lushness to her that makes me want rub my face all over her body.
My eyes fall on the neat, trimmed patch of hair covering her pussy. Her scent is overpowering now. I gently take hold of her knees and push them apart. Her stomach spasms and curves inward as her breath hitches. Her legs are shaking.
“Are you scared?”
Her chin taps her chest with a jerky nod. I run my hands along her legs, hoping to sooth her before I stand between her parted thighs. I’m still fully dressed. Perhaps seeing me without my clothes will calm her. She has so many crazy ideas about what it’s going to be like to lay with me.
I twist my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. My jeans still rest at my hips. My cock is long and thick between the zipper flaps. I remove my socks and shoes, before finally pulling my jeans down and kicking them off my feet. Excitement has triggered the vibration in my skin. My muscles twitch as I stand above her, giving her an opportunity to see me. To see that she has nothing to fear.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, and I detect the slightest bit of melancholy in her voice.
I lower myself between her legs and cover her, giving her just enough of my weight that my skin touches every part of her that it can. She’s so soft, so smooth. Beneath the scent of her arousal is the faint smell of flowers and sugar. I flick my tongue out and taste the skin at the hollow of her shoulder.
“I know this will be different for you,” I tell her when I meet her eyes again, because it’s true. I have not forgotten that she doesn’t experience the leht as I do. She does not yet have the surety of our joining that I do. She does not yet feel what I feel. “Before we join, I would tell you that I love you, my lehti. You are from now the most important being in my life. More than my parents, more than my siblings, and more than myself. I will always protect and provide for you, and I will never lie to or hurt you. Ever. You are mine, and I am your’s.”
I kiss her then because her eyes get glassy and wide. That twinge of melancholy expands, pushing in on the desire surging through us. I move in slow, precise movements until she joins me with firmer, more passionate strokes. I kiss all of her that I can reach. Her cute, flared little nose, her smooth, round cheeks, the dimpled corners of her mouth. I continue down one side of her neck then follow it back up, tracing a path along her jaw to the other side. I plant a trail of kisses down the middle of her chest, lingering briefly to suckle at her nipples until she moans lustily and fists her hand at my temples, pushing her chest into my mouth. Only then do I continue down to her belly.
“You’re so soft and round, here,” I tell her as I run my lips and tongue over every bit of skin I see, dipping into the small recess of her navel. Every part of her is sweet.
“I think that’s called I haven’t been to the gym in six months.”
I flick her hands to the side when she tries to cover herself. “I think it is called beautiful and sexy. I will remind you of this every day until you believe it.”
She squirms and giggles when I kiss the hollow dips of her hips, so I do it again and then again. I love the sound of her soft, pealing laugh. As I get closer to her pussy, my skin begins to shake with vigor. It’s an intense vibration. A low buzz emanating from my body.
Her sweet scent fills my nose, and I inhale deeply when I reach the juncture of her thighs. Amina jerks, her lips parting on a shaky moan. Using my nose, I nudge my way between her folds, covering my face with her wetness. Her pussy drips with her desire, but I need to prepare her more. I also need to satisfy the burning urge to feel and taste her on my tongue.
“Kwarq, please.”
She quivers beneath me. Her body jerks nearly as intensely as I’m vibrating. I stick out my tongue—my long, creepy tongue—and drag it between her folds.
“Ah!” Her cry is shocked and piercing. I curl the tip of my tongue to catch the swollen bud nestled at the top of her slit and she lurches up, her chest heaving.
“Oh, my god Kwarq. I can’t.”
I chuckle.
“Do you see, now, my lehti?” I drag my tongue through her folds again. She screams and her fingers curl against my head. She bucks her hips up just as she pushes against my head to hold me away, but I need more. I unfurl my tongue to its full length and flutter it along her pussy lips, causing her to release me and fall back to the floor, grabbing at the sheet as if it will save her.
“Do you see now,” I taunt again, “why my tongue is so long?”
Amina
Do I ever fucking see. Every firm swipe of Kwarq’s tongue sends me into a spasm of pleasure that doesn’t seem to stop. One wave blends into the next only distinguished by a crest of pleasure so intense I think I’m going burst out of my skin. My orgasm lingers on the edges of it, threatening me with an intensity I’m almost too afraid to submit to. I try again to push at Kwarq’s head. I manage to push him a few inches away, but that damn tongue doesn’t stop.
“Ah, Kwarq, I’m going to come, it’s too much,” I plead and make one more attempt to escape the sweet torture of him going down on me.
He shakes my hands loose from his head and nuzzles back into my pussy, lapping noisily. His nose caresses my clit as his tongue swirls around my folds. Suddenly, I feel him at my opening and then he presses his way inside of me, curling his tongue up to run it along my sensitive walls.
I choke on the scream that erupts from my throat as a thousand stars burst inside of me. I don’t know how to describe the intensity of what I’m feeling. It’s edged with a tingling almost painful sensation, but it’s pure pleasure. I open my eyes when my orgasm peaks, expecting to see some kind of light or flame shining from my body.
I’m breathing heavily when I finally come down. My throat feels dry and raw, and I realize I’ve been screaming. I blink, and Kwarq’s smiling, pleased face comes into my line of sight as he moves up to settle over me.
Everything about him feels like warmth and security. He’s hard and shimmering golden above me. His cock rests heavily against my abdomen, and I feel a slight sense of apprehension at what’s to come. As if sensing my unease, Kwarq ducks his head and presses a soft kiss to my mouth.
“You are amazing when you orgasm. Do not be nervous. Your release will help you to take me, but it will still be uncomfortable at first. Tell me if I hurt you.”
I only nod. Mostly because I still haven’t gained control of all of my faculties after that orgasm, but also because despite his reassurances, I’m nervous as hell. My legs shake against his hips, the width of which are spreading me so wide that my joints ache.
He kisses me deeper, his tongue tangy with the taste of my pussy. The smell of myself on him makes me clench beneath his cock. He pulls away on a low growl before he eases back and reaches between us to position himself. I take a deep breath.
He’s hot and hard at my opening. The head of his cock settles against me, and it already feels lik
e too much. He must see the shock on my face because he runs his free hand along the thigh that’s gripping his waist for dear life and gives me a gentle peck on the lips.
“Relax, lehti. I will go as slowly as you need me to. We can do this.”
I nod again, and he nods in return before easing his hips forward the tiniest bit. I tense, expecting discomfort, but it only feels like pressure. The bulbous head of his cock breaches me, and then it just feels like I’m plugged up. I shift my hips to adjust to the feeling, and he sucks in a deep breath. His eyes are pinched shut. The hand on my thigh squeezes.
“Do not move. I cannot go slow if you move. This is—it is incredible.”
I breathe through it as he works another half inch inside of me. The fullness is now edged with a slight twinge, and I resist the urge to move again.
Kwarq’s sweet, minty breath huffs into my face as he eases out of me and then presses in more insistently. A sharp, stinging pain radiates through my pelvis, and I stiffen, prompting Kwarq to still as well. He’s breathing like he’s been running a marathon. The vibration beneath his skin is on one hundred.
“I will stop if you need me to.”
“No.”
I want this. I also in a weird way want the pain. It’s not unbearable. It’s not even unpleasant. It’s edgy and erotic. I feel like he’s claiming me in some basic way, and it’s turning me on.
“It’s not bad pain. I like it. Don’t stop. Keep going. Give me more.”
He moans, and it almost sounds like regret. But his hips raise a little higher and he presses in, forcing another inch inside of me. I cry out and wrap my feet beneath his ass. I press him further, steeling myself around the stretching of my body.
“Lehti.”
The endearment is pushed through gritted teeth, but he continues to work into me in short gently strokes.
“More.”
I use my feet again to push him further in, and he sinks a little deeper. The pain is dull now, and all I’m left with is the feeling of being so full of him that I there’s no where else to go. I press him down and thrust up until I feel him hit my cervix.
“Oh my god!”
Another savage orgasm rips through me when he’s finally inside. My body jerks, and my pussy clinches against the thick length of his cock where it’s stretched me to a delicious brink. I open my eyes. Kwarq’s staring down at me, almost appearing to be in pain.
“Are you okay? Does it still feel go—“
My question is cut off by his mouth slamming down on mine. He pushes his tongue inside to tangle with mine at the same time his hips jerk up and slam his cock down into my pussy. A delicious burning sensation accompanies the pleasure of him stroking along my walls, and I have to pull away to breathe through it.
“Too hard?”
His voice is a carefully contained growl. He seems barely in control. Seeing his restrained passion makes something kinky rise in me, and suddenly, I want to see just how much he can bring it.
“Oh, my lehti,” I say with all the sweetness I can muster. I know he likes it because the yellow of his eyes seems to blaze for a moment. “Fuck me harder.”
Kwarq
Fuck is definitely the word for what we are doing. Amina’s sweetly worded request sends me into a craze. I raise my hips and flex them down hard through the tight passage of her pussy, giving her as much as I can until she flinches in discomfort. I work her to this depth in quick, short thrusts. She’s so warm and tight. Her pussy gushes around my length, so that plunging into her body feels like being surrounded by the wettest softest silk. Every nerve in my cock flares to life as her walls constrict and spasm along my length.
“”Kwarq.” She keeps moaning my name. Desperate little cries that are both plea and praise. Each murmur puts a little fissure in my control, and I have to stop myself from pounding into her. She wants it hard, but her body can only take so much. Still, I keep working her, testing depths and rhythms. I cup beneath her knee and lift her leg, hooking it over my elbow. Her body stretches for me, opening wider, and I thrust harder, immediately filling the space.
“Uhn!” Her little grunt as she takes my cock is a tender moan of pleasure.
“Yes, my lehti. Do you like that? Am I giving you what you need?”
“Yes!”
Amina lifts her hips when I slam down again, giving her just a little more. I have finally managed to seat my entire cock. Being enveloped so completely by my lehti is a sweet torture that’s nearly my undoing.
“Tell me how it feels, my love.”
“Good.”
It’s not enough. I need more.
“Words, my lehti. I am a linguist. I like words. What does my cock feel like inside of you.” I pull out until I nearly leave her body before pressing back in a smooth, firm stroke. Her back arches when I bottom out against her womb, and she gives a throaty moan.
“Fuck, Kwarq. You feel so good. So fucking big inside of me. Stretching my pussy.”
Her words cause something in me to snap, and I increase my speed until it’s almost beyond the point of human ability.
My sense of touch is just as sensitive as my other senses, and I feel the tissues of her pussy swelling around me. Our sounds are stickier with the thickening of her juices. It tightens her passage, increasing my pleasure as I struggle through it, but also, I know, beginning what will soon be discomfort for her. The average Lyqa cock is twice the length and girth of a human male’s, and she’s been taking me without restraint. As if underlying this point, Amina hisses through her teeth before clenching around my cock on another orgasm.
The force of her passage gripping me is so strong that I lift back from the warmth of Amina’s body, needing to see the place where our bodies are joined. I continue to piston through her tight, warm tissue. My hips ache with the force of my thrusts, and I train my eyes on the sight of my cock disappearing and reappearing into her body.
“Lehti, you’re so beautiful. You’re taking my cock so well.”
She is. The deep brown flesh of her pussy is puffy and bright with her arousal. It drags along my cock every time I retreat, sucking me back in, gripping the marble length of my shaft and pulling my waiting seed from my testicles.
“My lehti,” I lean back in and murmur against her neck. I lift my head to suckle her nipples, and she moans long and raspy. Every moan, every gasp brings me closer to the release I so desperately want.
I slow into deep, easy strokes. I can’t continue for too much longer. Already I know she’ll be sore and uncomfortable later. And while I would love nothing more than to give Amina my cock until the sun rises, her comfort will always come before my pleasure.
This is of no matter, however, because I am barely holding on. The vibration beneath my skin is a low rumble. My balls draw up tight against my body as I sink deeply into her again. The image of my sperm covering the floor when I took myself in hand last fills my mind, and suddenly I want my semen where it belongs. Inside of my lehti, coating her, absorbing into her body. I know that many human women take pills to prevent conception. I also know that Amina is not taking anything. I would smell it. Instead, she smells fertile, and I want to give her all of me. Yet…
“I am close, Amina,” I rasp out as I work her pussy in quicker and quicker movements. My cock grows further in preparation to release, and her body’s resistance increases. She whimpers a little, and I know the time has come to let go.
“Come.” Her voice is a soft, tense cry.
“Can I release inside of you, Amina? Fill you with my seed. Do I have your permission?”
I wait. My hips are a blur as they slap loudly against her, my breath harsh. My release is right at the edge, insistent and painful. Her chin knocks against my shoulder as she nods her head frantically.
“Yes, inside. Cum inside of me.”
Her consent breaks the hold on my control. I press deep, angling her knees wide so I can wedge right against her womb. The flood of semen that I’ve been holding back shoots from my cock, straig
ht into her waiting pussy. I start at the loud, feral growl that issues from my throat as I pump a steady stream of my seed into her. Like before, this goes on for several minutes, until I feel my semen start to seep out from between where my cock is damming it inside of her.
With one last body jerking spurt, I collapse onto her, finally spent and so full of contentment that I can’t catch my breath. She’s mine. Even if she decides not to keep me. It was worth it just to feel her this one time.
Chapter 11
Amina
I can’t move. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the body numbing sex Kwarq just hit me with was not it. He’s so serious and formal, that I think I was expecting him to do like the movies and make sweet sweet love to me. All tangled limbs and breathy sighs. But that’s definitely not what happened. Don’t get me wrong, it was good. Probably the best I’ve ever had. No, it was absolutely the best I ever had, but it wasn’t making love. This man just fucked the hell out of me.
Everything was so much. I mean everything. First of all, the man has stamina. When I told him to fuck me harder, I maybe should have said ‘fuck me ever so slightly stronger’ because he went in. Pun intended. And along with the freakishly long tongue and freakishly huge dick that he somehow managed to get all the way into my pussy, he’s also packing a freakish amount of cum. He came in me for like two minutes nonstop. I’m so full, it feels like I have to pee, but from there.
We’re both out of breath. He’s still inside of me, and though he’s softened a bit, it now just feels like I have human-sized huge dick in my pussy. Our bodies are slick with sweat and, already, I can feel the thick stream of cum dripping out of me around his shrinking cock. It’s cool and viscus down my ass.