She gasped as he swung her into his arms.
It was like being swept away by a wave. All she could do was take a deep breath and wait to surface. It was wild and heart-jolting to be with him. Soon he would be inside her. Hot, hard, tight. Impaling her on his lance. And she couldn’t wait.
She leaned into him, turned so she could rub her breasts against him. His hair was coarse, abrasive against her nipples. Eyes closed, she let her head drop back. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Raeder left the room dark, lit only by the glows around the bed. Her nipples were dark and swollen from his mouth on them. Perfect.
With Aleea held in his arms, he walked through the sonishower on his way to the bed.
He wouldn’t let her change her mind. He needed her. He’d seen her and wanted her. He’d caught her scent, clean and slightly sweet, like honey with a hint of spice and he’d recognized her. It was deeper than physical looks. It was visceral.
Her hands found his chest and stroked.
His heartbeat sped, pounding against his breastbone at the stroke of her small, soft hands. Soon she would be stroking more than his chest.
She felt his heart rate increase, liked knowing she could affect him like that.
Leaning forward, he touched his tongue to the tip of one breast.
She jerked. A low mewling sound broke from her throat.
He batted the pebbled nub with his tongue, playing with it.
She arched forward, silently asking for more.
He smiled, the expression feral. He wouldn’t risk losing his prize. He dropped his head and suckled her nipple. He alternately crushed it against the roof of his mouth and pulled his head back, dragging on the erotic nub of flesh.
She cried out. Her hips rocked frenziedly against his thigh. It was too much. She’d never felt anything like this. How was he doing this to her?
“Please, please, please.” She moaned the plea as he switched his attention to her other breast and treated that nipple to the same rough play.
Aleea shrieked as his mouth devoured her breast.
His sucking, his mouth pulling at her flesh, sent sensation knifing to her womb. Against her mound, his thigh was hard, rubbing against her clit with constant, searing pressure. She rocked against his knee, sobbed when he bit her nipple. Her stomach clenched as he licked it. She should be ashamed of the moisture wetting his thigh but she couldn’t be. Not now. Not when she wanted more, needed more.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” His dark voice filled her ear as he pressed his thumbs over her nipples and rotated her tender flesh. He wanted to hear her say the words.
“I want you.” She moaned and her eyes closed. She wasn’t sure she would survive the night.
“Where do you want me? Do you want me inside you? That’s where I want to be. I want to be so deep and tight inside you, you won’t know where you end and I begin. Is that what you want? Do you want to feel my hard cock filling your cunt?” His voice was a dark whisper in her ear.
“Yes. Please, yes.” She’d never wanted anything more.
Leaning forward, he suckled her nipple.
“Oh, Stars. Stars. Stars.” She writhed and twisted against him.
He turned his attention to her other nipple.
Her legs trembled. The tips of her breasts burned. She was so hot and getting wetter.
“Lie down on the bed, baby.” He wanted her stretched out before him, offering herself to him.
She turned around to do as he said.
Hard hands caught her hips. He turned her to face him, used his body to crowd her back until her legs came up against the bed.
“Delightful as your ass is,” he squeezed her buttocks, “it’s the front of you I want to see right now.” He positioned her on the bed on her back. His expression grew pained as he looked at her. He’d never seen anyone as alluring as she was, the firm mounds of her breasts capped by red tips.
He grasped her knees, pushed her legs apart. His chest expanded with a deep breath as he stared at her wet and shiny pussy. The folds were full and flushed.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle.” His voice was dark, almost harsh. He reached out and rubbed the tip of her nipple with his fingertip, his eyes never leaving her pussy. She was like velvet under his stroking finger.
She finally looked down and her eyes widened as she saw him for the first time. Stars, he was even bigger than he’d felt against her. Thick and long, the end darker than the shaft, his cock jutted from his body.
She swallowed hard as he reached for her. Big hands caught her and lifted her higher on the bed. She couldn’t look away from his erection. It jutted from his body, too big for her to hold in both hands. How would he fit it in her? The thought of him pushing that long, thick erection into her made her quiver from head to foot with anticipation and fear.
His hands wrapped around her ankles and pulled her legs farther apart. He wanted her open and available to him.
When she tried to resist, he didn’t allow it. The petals of her sex folded around the entrance to her channel looked like a flower. A flower he wanted to enfold him as he sank into its center. Swollen, her clit peeked from the top of her sex. As sensitive as she was, she’d explode the moment he put his mouth on her.
She shivered, unsure of what to do. She’d never felt like this before. It was a hot, melting sensation deep inside. Her channel contracted and more moisture leaked from her. Anywhere else, any other time, she would have been horrified. Now she felt wanton and wonderful.
He got on his knees on the bed between her legs. His eyes never left her mound and pussy. How tight would she be? It might take time, but she would accept all of him.
She couldn’t ignore the jutting power of him. Everything about him fascinated her and made her afraid all at once. His cock was too long and too thick. The one man she’d had sex with hadn’t been nearly as big and he’d filled her so tight it had been uncomfortable.
She inched back on the bed away from him.
He came down on top of her. He wouldn’t allow her to get away from him. He sucked at her soft, plump bottom lip.
“Trust me, Aleea. You can take me and you will.”
When he thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, she gasped. His tongue filled her mouth, stole her breath. He thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking the sex act. There was so much he wanted to do to her, with her.
He strung a line of stinging kisses down her throat and chest, stopped when he caught her nipple in his teeth. He held it while his tongue tormented the tip, licking and batting at it. He could feast on her breasts forever and never tire of it.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming. She couldn’t stop herself from writhing against him. There was so much pressure on her nipple.
“Suck it,” she begged.
His cheeks hollowed. He pulled his head back as he nursed on her tender flesh. The aching nub broke free of his mouth with a moist popping sound.
She screamed. Her hips bucked and his hand was there.
He cupped her mound. His fingers stroked her pussy. He hurt, he needed to be inside her. “You’re wet. Hot. Ready.”
He didn’t wait, didn’t play. He pushed his finger through the ring of muscle guarding her and deep into her passage.
She froze, impaled on his finger. It was tight, wedged inside her. Before she could move, he pulled his finger out of her.
His hand stroked her pussy up to her swollen clit. “How sensitive is it?” He watched her as he stroked her clit. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-closed and glazed, her lips parted. Her whole body jerked and trembled as he stroked her.
“Ummm…” The ululating wail broke from her.
“Tell me how sensitive your clit is.” He plucked at the swollen knot of nerves. He wanted to hear her tell him how his touch felt. Hearing her tell him she wanted him, what he did to her was more erotic than he would have imagined.
She screamed and turned her face into the bed. Her back arch
ed and her breasts thrust up at him. Electricity shot from his fingers to her womb. Every muscle contracted. Her sheath clenched, empty and aching.
“Please,” she begged.
“Tell me how sensitive your clit is?” She would tell him.
“I’m…I’m going to come.” She fought to get the words past the breath caught in her throat.
“You’ll come for me now, won’t you? I want you to come. I want to know you can’t stop.”
Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed. Her hips rocked against his rubbing, plucking, stroking fingers. She couldn’t stop what was happening to her and didn’t want to.
“I want to feel you come.” He stroked his finger along her folds and pressed against the tight opening to her sheath.
“Your nether lips are sensitive too, aren’t they?” He rubbed the length of her pussy with his finger, played with the folds of flesh. He circled the opening of her vagina with his fingertip before pressing through the little ring of muscle and into her hot, narrow channel again. His muscles were tight with the restraint it took not to bury himself in her. He had to be gentle, had to help her this time.
“Your cunt wants me doesn’t it? It’s milking me.” His eyes closed as her cunt spasmed around his finger. She was hot and tight. Wet, clinging velvet.
A thrill chased through her to her core at his dark voice and earthy language. She liked it, wanted to hear more.
She arched against him, forced his finger to penetrate deeper. Her inner muscles contracted around him. She cried out as he pulled back, his finger easing out of her body.
“No,” she moaned. Her hips arched up, seeking him.
“How much does your cunt want my finger?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. How much do you want my finger filling you?”
She blinked up at him, unsure how to answer. “I want you inside me. I ache to have you inside me.”
He eased his finger back into her.
She pushed up, moaning as he stroked in and out of her.
“Does your sheath want two of my fingers?” He pulled his finger out of her, so that it barely penetrated, moving the tip in and out. He wanted her on fire for him, so wet and ready he could slide his thick, turgid length into her with one fierce thrust.
She hurt. Her vagina clenched, empty, aching, raining down her need.
“Yes,” she growled and grabbed the bed cover with both hands. “I want two of your fingers inside me.”
“Your cunt wants two fingers inside it?”
Her eyes flew open. Why was he tormenting her?
His gaze seemed to penetrate to her very soul.
“Yes. My cunt wants two of your fingers inside it.” She felt wicked and liked it.
Her voice, wrapped around those words, he’d never heard anything so erotic. His finger slipped from her body and two fingertips circled her opening. He stroked up to her clit and rubbed.
“Oh, Stars,” she cried. She arched back. What he was doing was going to kill her.
“You can take two fingers, can’t you?” He stroked down, circled her vaginal opening again before entering her.
Her hips rocked in a fast forward, backward motion. She gritted her teeth, sucked in a breath. It burned. His fingers stretched her flesh, felt huge inside her. She wasn’t ready for this, wasn’t ready for him.
“It’s too much.” She caught his forearm, tried to pull his hand from between her legs but couldn’t budge his arm. It didn’t quite hurt but it wasn’t comfortable.
His fingers scissored inside her, not moving deeper but stretching her. As tight as she was, she would clamp him like a vise. He’d have a hard time lasting long enough to stroke into her more than once.
“You’ve got two fingers inside you. Just relax. Relax and let me come in further.” He pushed a fraction of an inch deeper. She was so tight around his fingers. She would make him explode when he pushed his cock into her.
“No!” She cried out as the burning sensation grew. “I can’t do this. I can’t take your fingers. I can’t take your cock. It’s…you’re too big.”
His head dropped to hers, his mouth captured hers and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He pushed in, pulled out, pushed in again. As wet and hot as she was, she wasn’t wet enough or hot enough. He needed her burning, so wet he could slide into her despite how tight she was.
Unthinking she moved against him, cried out as the motion pushed his fingers deeper into her sheath. His tongue in her mouth muffled the sound.
He left her mouth, moved to her breast and closed his mouth over her nipple. He sipped at the plump tip, bit down.
She writhed and his fingers forged deeper in a burning slide.
“Your channel is mine, isn’t it?”
“I…” She couldn’t think to answer. His fingers were inside her, stretching her. Hot, searing.
“Tell me your channel is mine, made only to sheathe my staff,” he demanded. He wanted to hear her say the words, to admit she belonged to him. Having her was the first step toward saving his people. He needed her. As much or more than that, he wanted her.
Her head thrashed back and forth against the bed. She wanted him, wanted what was happening. So why was she afraid?
“Tell me your nipples, your pussy and your channel belong to me.” He scissored his fingers, stretching her inner passage even more. He pulled his fingers out of her clinging, quivering sheath, pushed them in again. He repeated the process over and over again.
“Tell me you’re mine.” She had to believe it.
She winced, moved helplessly on the bed as his fingers moved in her. He was dominating her. Was that what she wanted? Was that what the Illusions tests had said about her?
“I’m yours.” The words were a whisper. She couldn’t deny them, didn’t want to. Here and now, fantasy or not, she was his.
“Your breasts, nipples, clit and channel are for my pleasure, aren’t they?” Her words would tie her to him as surely as the sex act itself.
She met his fierce gaze. “Yes.”
“My cock is yours. I’ll use it to pleasure you.” He was hers and he wanted her to know it.
Her gaze flew down. She shuddered at the sight of his penis. It was longer, thicker, the head even darker. Only a couple of inches inside her, his fingers felt as thick as a pole. If he forced his cock into her, he’d kill her.
“You won’t fit.” She tried to shift away from him.
“I will. Trust me.”
He moved lower on the bed, his fingers sliding that fraction of an inch in and out over and over again. He lowered his mouth to her sweet heat, licked the taut flesh around his fingers.
“Mmmmm.” His low murmur vibrated against her as he tasted her unique flavor. He nuzzled her clit with his lips, closed his mouth over it and drew on it.
She bucked, the motion forcing his fingers deeper. She cried out as her inner tissues stretched and clenched. She couldn’t breathe.
His fingers filled her. His lips were outside, surrounding her, sucking her. Fire burned through her veins. He nibbled at the bundle of nerves and her hips rocked.
A stinging sensation and pure pleasure made her throb.
He sucked harder on her clitoris.
She exploded. Writhed against his mouth. Screamed.
He didn’t stop.
“No. No. No. No. No.” Her head tossed back and forth on the bed. His fingers were lodged deep inside her, feeding the fire. Her vagina milked him.
Raeder pulled his fingers from her hot, tight sheath. Teeth gritted, he grasped his manhood and guided it to her entrance. He was too big to enter her. He had to de-enhance, decrease the circumference of his cock, but he was hard and tight, his control almost gone.
He pressed the bulbous head of his penis against her opening and rocked, pushing against her, but he couldn’t force the blunt head of his cock into her without hurting her.
He couldn’t hurt her. It was too important that she be with him. He n
eeded her to want him as much as he wanted her.
Teeth bared, he fought for control, concentrated on the pain, and felt his cock slowly decrease in circumference in his hand. The pressure was almost unbearable. Sweat stood out on his forehead, beaded his upper lip. His breathing was loud even to his own ears.
He pressed his cock against the entrance of her channel once more. The muscles resisted as he pushed. The thin tissue worked against him. “You can take me, Aleea. You can.”
“I can’t. I can’t take you,” she gasped, almost sobbing. She wanted him inside her, filling her, but he was too big.
Sparks spiraled through her as he pushed against her. What was he doing to her?
“You can take me.” His voice was low, almost growling. He caught her shaking head, opened his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth, stealing her breath. He rocked his hips, pushing against her. Pushed harder. He didn’t want to hurt her but he couldn’t stop. He had to be inside her.
She cried out, tried to shove him off her even as her legs wrapped around his. “I want to, but I can’t.”
“You will.” He pressed forward. The tight ring of muscles resisted. He pressed harder and the knob of his cock forged through. He yelled as the pressure from her cunt clamped around the head of his cock; it was pleasure and pain.
Her breath rushed out of her lungs. She stared up at him, stunned. He was inside her. Huge.
The pressure was unbelievable. Even de-enhanced he filled her to capacity and only the head of his cock was inside her. Her flesh was stretched around him. She was hot and wet, her muscles tight, squeezing his cock until he was ready to explode. She was his now.
She shifted trying to ease the full, stinging sensation. She froze as the pressure grew. She was filled to the point of pain. Her inner muscles contracted. There was no give to his pulsing member. She tried to move back but was trapped under him, impaled by him. Fire burned inside her, through her.
Teeth bared, he groaned and pushed deeper. He couldn’t hold still. He had to be inside her all the way.
“No!” Her head thrashed back and forth. She pushed against his chest but he didn’t budge. She couldn’t take him.
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