“Almost. So tight. Like satin fire. Wet and hot. You can take me. You can take all of me.” He had to be all the way inside her. Had to feel her around him, milking his entire length.
“No. It burns. You’re too big.” She wanted all of him, but she couldn’t do it.
“Just another minute, baby. You can take me.”
He thrust again and his flesh filled her and filled her. He didn’t stop, kept pushing until he was buried to the hilt, his great sword lodged deep in her sheath. He’d never imagined such pleasure.
Head back, teeth gritted he fought for control. He wanted to ride her hard but she wasn’t ready for that. He shuddered as her muscles contracted around him. His hips jerked forward.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
“I’m not.” Her vagina clenched. Released and clenched. She was so full, the pressure more than anything she could have ever imagined.
“You’re milking my rod.” The words hissed from him as he fought for control.
“I can’t stop.” She tried to breathe. Her inner muscles wouldn’t stop, kept tightening around his steely length. Stars shot through her, burst in showers of sparks that burned through her veins.
He pulled back slightly. Teeth gritted, he thrust back into her and swore. The friction and pressure on the sensitive head of his cock was tremendous. He’d never been in such a tight sheath. She was going to kill him.
She was going to die. The pressure, the heat. It was killing her.
“No more,” she pleaded, pushing against his shoulders. She’d thought she wanted him inside her but she hadn’t known what that meant. She did now. She couldn’t move. From above and from inside, he pinned her to the bed. She was wet from him and from herself. It was too real.
“You’re huge. You’re splitting me in half.” Her voice was barely a whisper. She couldn’t catch her breath.
Shaking with need, he lifted his chest off her. “Look at me.”
She shook her head. Her eyes burned with tears she didn’t want him to see.
He rocked his hips against hers, his penis rasping against her inner flesh.
She cried out, tried to move away and only managed to twist herself on his great cock. Her flesh burned, clenched tighter around him.
“Open your eyes.” He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He wanted her to watch them. Wanted to be able to watch her reaction.
Biting her bottom lip, she did as he said and looked at him.
He stared into her eyes as he reached between their bodies. “You’re hot and tight. Squeezing me.” He traced her flesh where it stretched around him. Amazing that someone so small, her cunt so tight, had been made for him.
She squirmed, not sure if she wanted to get away or move closer.
“It will get better. Try and relax your sheath then squeeze me. Relax then squeeze.” He needed to feel her embracing him, her channel grasping him.
“I can’t. You’re inside. Enormous. I’m stretched. Tight. Don’t move,” she pleaded. “It hurts.” Relax? With him wedged inside her? There was no way he’d ever be able to pull out.
“It won’t, if I can give you enough time. If you can work with me. I need you to milk my cock, Aleea. Use your channel. Milk me.” His fingers traced from where he penetrated her to the apex of her sex. He rubbed her swollen clit, his eyes steady on hers.
Her womb clenched at his words and touch. Unbelievably, her sheath squeezed tighter and his cock jerked inside her.
His neck arched, the muscles corded. His hips slapped against her as he moved deeper into her. His weight shoved her into the bed.
“Do you burn?” His voice was a low growl. He wanted to know her every experience. He wanted her tied to him in every way and he would start with sex.
“Yes.” She couldn’t look away; he wouldn’t let her go, his eyes staring into hers. She gasped as he reached between them and massaged her clit again. When he stroked it, she cried out and grabbed his biceps.
He watched her every reaction. The way her nipples jutted higher and their color deepened. Her lips were fuller, her eyes glazed. He couldn’t hold back much longer.
Fire raced along her nerve endings and centered low in her belly where he was embedded. And as he stroked, her sheath squeezed his thick pole. She felt something moist filling her.
“You feel like hot velvet.” He closed his eyes, fought not to shove himself into her. His cock pulsed, crushed in her hot depths.
More moisture pooled inside her. The burning eased. She felt better. Felt the beat of his heart inside her where they were joined.
“What is it?” A keening sound broke from her as his hard length rasped along exposed nerves, the friction making her shift and tighten around him, pulled a moan from her throat. “What’s making me so wet?” She could feel it leaking from inside her, wetting her pussy.
“My people call it loralegen. Love juice.”
“Love juice?” Eyes wide she stared up at him. “What is it?” She was still stretched, but it was suddenly good. There was pressure, a slight burning, but the pain was gone.
“A substance secreted by an Allourian male’s cock which enhances the sexual pleasure of our mates.” His voice was raspy, his face dark, eyes heavy-lidded as he pumped into her with short sharp motions. He couldn’t go faster, harder. She wasn’t ready for that yet.
She couldn’t catch her breath and arched up. “It works.” Her breasts felt as if they were swelling. Her nipples kept getting tighter. She looked down and gasped. Her nipples were longer, plumper, and redder than they had ever been.
His finger stroked, making her hips rock to his rhythm. She slid a fraction of an inch on his length. She wanted him to touch her harder.
“What do I feel like inside you?”
She couldn’t keep her eyes open. “How do I answer that? How do I describe the fullness, the weight and pressure of your cock filling me?” Heat flushed her breasts, neck and cheeks.
He caught her chin and lifted her face to his. His mouth claimed hers as he caressed her pussy.
Her hips chased his stroking finger, arching, desperate for a harder touch. She slid up and down on his cock. The sensation kept growing, the fire building.
“You’re huge.” She arched against him, pulled back, arched again. “Like stone.”
His finger pressed and rubbed. He could barely think. All he could do was feel, her surrounding him, squeezing him, riding him.
“I’m tight, stretched. I can feel you pulsing inside me. Alive.” She rocked against him, in rhythm with him.
He rubbed the swollen nub of nerves. “You’re ready for me now aren’t you?”
She jerked and cried out. Her hips lifted, searching for his retreating finger, impaling herself on him. “Touch me,” she demanded in answer to his question. She never wanted what he was doing to stop.
He caught her swollen flesh between thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed.
She exploded. Bucked against him. Forced him deeper.
He lost control. His penis grew inside her. Wider, longer, tighter. He couldn’t stop. He pulled back, slammed into her. Fast, hard, deep. For her he wanted to be gentle, but he couldn’t.
She gasped for breath as he forged into her, filling her with his huge cock. Her hips lifted, searching for him as he pulled out of her, leaving her empty and desperate. “You’re a monster. I can’t breathe when you’re inside me. You’re so big. Huge… Come into me again.” Her words emerged breathless and airy.
“I can’t hold back. I have to be inside you.” Neck arched, muscles straining, he pistoned against her, into her. She was everything he could want. Black velvet heat. Wet. His.
She stared up at him, enthralled. Nipples, breasts, vagina, she throbbed. How could he move? Yet he drove into her, wedged himself inside her. She groaned as he did it.
There wasn’t room. Yet he pulled back and thrust into her again and again. Hot, tight, the friction a burn that kept building.
“I won’t survive,” she whispered.
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br /> “I can’t stop.” Teeth gritted, he repeated the motion. Braced on his arms, neck corded, his pelvis lunged against hers. His cock fit tight, forced back and forth inside her by the movement of his hips. Flesh slapped against flesh. His penis filled her, retreated, filled her.
Faster and faster. So good, the friction unbearable. She tried to move, couldn’t. He overwhelmed her, pounded in and out of her. She held his shoulders as he hammered into her.
The bed made a whooshing sound as his thrusts pushed her into it. His pulsing length and breadth filled her again and again. Low moans broke from her with each thrust.
He forced his arm between them, pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed.
“No!” she screamed and came off the bed. Sensation arced from her clit to her womb. She tightened around him. Waves of sensation rolled through her. What was happening? She wouldn’t survive. No one could survive this.
Impossibly he grew inside her, swelled and lengthened even more.
“I’m won’t live through this.” She screamed again as the waves mounted higher.
His penis delved into her, hard, fast, deep. Every muscle in her body clenched and pulsed. She exploded, released a pulsating throb that went on and on, draining her of strength and will.
Mindlessly Raeder plunged into her wet, scorching depths. Her cunt spasmed around him, squeezed him from tip to root. Pressure to the point of pain. He thrust deep, his back arched. He jerked against her, helpless as her inner muscles milked the seed from him, squeezed him tighter until there was nothing left to give.
He collapsed on top of her, still inside her. Hard, deep, tight. The mating ritual had begun. He didn’t want it to ever end, would be content to stay inside her forever. Her fear had been real. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she had taken him and would again. She was a miracle made for him.
She was limp and unmoving. He rolled to his back taking her with him.
“You’re still in me. Still huge. Didn’t I please you?” She’d heard, read and seen on holo-vision that men lost their rigidity after they came. Raeder was still thick and long inside her. Why?
He stroked her damp hair away from her face, enjoyed the feel of her head resting on his chest. “You pleased me very much. Rest now. We’ve only just started.”
That should intimidate her, but she was too tired. She sighed, snuggled her head into him and squeezed his hips with her thighs. The motion moved her along his length. She shivered, the friction sending sensation arcing through her. A smile tilted her lips as reality faded into sleep.
Chapter 3
Raeder woke, his breath catching as Aleea shifted over him.
Tensing lax muscles, he turned to his side still locked deep inside her. He felt a savage, primitive satisfaction. She was his, filled with him. Her face was flushed, her lips full and red. Her lashes lay like dark fans on her cheeks. Her neck was long and slender, her chest and breasts pale. Her nipples were swollen and red from his mouth on them.
Leaning forward, he licked her left nipple. Her cunt tightened around his cock and her eyes flew open.
“It’s too soon,” she protested. “I can’t take you again.” What he had done to her had been beyond imagination. Pleasure she would never have believe existed.
“You don’t have to.” He smiled and rocked his hips against her. “I’m already inside you.”
Dropping his head to her breast, he stiffened his tongue and batted at the tender tip.
She flinched. Her inner muscles quivered as his penis stirred, growing ever harder inside her.
“You’re going to kill me.” Her back arched lifting her breast to his mouth. If she had a choice of how she was going to go, being killed with pleasure wasn’t bad.
He closed his lips over the bud and drew hard. A low murmur of approval broke from him as she arched into his mouth.
Her hips bucked against him. Her inner muscles squeezed him. Her desire bathed him in wet heat. She wanted him again, hadn’t stopped wanting him.
He released her nipple with a moist, sucking sound and turned to nuzzle the other one. He rubbed the tip with his nose. He licked her, wetting the taut nub. He blew on it and she shivered and he smiled. He loved the way she reacted to him.
“I won’t kill you,” he promised, “and you’ll love it. Again.”
She arched upward wanting more. She loved the feel of his mouth on her breast, sucking her nipples. Wet heat surrounding her, drawing on her.
“Tell me what you want.” The dark velvet rasp of his voice caressed her.
She shivered. “You. I want you.” And she did want him. Going back to her life, alone and unloved was suddenly terrifying. But she wasn’t going to think about it. Not now with him stretching her, the blunt head of his cock lodged against her womb.
Her nipple tightened into a hard point as he licked it. She ached for his mouth. All thought flew from her mind.
“Tell me what you want.” He pushed up, one arm around her pulling her with him until they were both sitting.
The new position almost pulled his cock out of her. She felt empty, bereft. She moaned in protest.
He folded her legs on either side of his hips and pulled back until only the knob of his cock penetrated her. Teeth clenched, he fought the urge to slam into her. There was nowhere he wanted to be except buried in her honeyed depths.
Her entrance was stretched tight but her channel was achingly empty. And he wouldn’t do anything until she said what she wanted.
“I want you to suckle my breast.” Embarrassed, she ducked her head. She couldn’t believe she was saying these things to him. What she dreamed was so different than the woman she was was, and this was a dream.
His head lowered to her breasts. His lips closed over her left nipple. He kept the pressure light. If she wanted more she was going to have to tell him.
“Harder,” she whispered. She wanted him to draw hard, to pull her nipple taut, to feel his teeth on her once more.
He increased the pressure, but not enough to appease her.
Frustrated she caught his head in her hands and arched, thrusting her breast deep into his mouth. “Suck me hard,” she demanded. “Deep in your mouth. Hard and tight, like when you’re in me.”
His hips jerked against her. His penis pressed into her another inch. His growl vibrated against her breast. He drew hard, pulling her nipple tight in his mouth.
She moaned, her hips twisted, moving her on his huge shaft. Yes, this was what she wanted, what she needed.
“The other one,” she urged. “Suck the other one.” She would never get enough of him. He raked her nipple lightly with his teeth, making her shudder. He moved to the other nipple and treated it to the same glorious torment, rasping her tender flesh with his agile tongue, drawing on it powerfully. When he pulled back, his lips were red and swollen.
“Do it to me.”
Startled, her eyes flew to his. “You like to be suckled?” The idea intrigued her. Her eyes moved to his chest. Brown and almost flat, his nipples were tight points stabbing through the black hair that covered his chest.
“Yes.”
“Bite?” She looked up through her lashes, watched his face darken and his eyelids lower.
“Yes. I like my sex rough and powerful. Primitive.” The thought of her lips on him, her mouth nursing on his flesh, her teeth biting made his cock throb and grow inside her.
Tentatively she reached out. She touched her fingertip to his nipple and rotated the tight nub of flesh. It felt as hard and pointed against her finger as it looked.
He caught her head in his hands and pulled her face to his chest. His hips rocked against hers pushing his cock another inch into her tight sheath. “Use your mouth,” he ordered.
Need knotted her stomach. She opened her mouth and licked him. His nipple was tiny yet erotically pointed and hard against her tongue.
“Harder,” he growled.
She pressed her lips to his chest and sipped at his nipple. She tested the nub with her ton
gue. She closed her mouth over him and suckled.
His hands tightened on her head. He moved her head across his chest.
“Bite me,” he ordered. He would teach her what pleased him.
She bit into his flesh with light pressure.
“Yes,” he groaned, his body thrusting against hers forcing him another inch into her.
She nuzzled across his chest. Her mouth closed over his nipple. Sucking on him, his hard nipple against her tongue was something she had never thought about doing to a man.
She rooted and sucked, tried to pull him deeper into her mouth. Bit into his flesh, testing him with her teeth. She’d never realized suckling and biting were such carnal experiences. Her vagina tightened around him and her hips surged up and down, riding the few inches of him that penetrated her with vigorous aggression.
His fingers bit into her hips. He thrust into her with a grunt. She was learning fast.
Frenzied, she rooted across his chest. She licked and bit. Tasted and tested him.
He drove into her, his buttocks clenching. His fingers bit into her hips, held her as he pumped in and out of her. She was hot and wet, the perfect ride.
Her teeth closed on his chest around his nipple and bit down.
He surged forward, lifting her with the power of his hips.
Her breath catching, she released him and licked around his nipple.
He lifted her, swung her around and came down on top of her. He filled her with one powerful thrust, forged into her tight, swollen sheath and went wild. He pounded into her, each stroke faster, deeper, harder. He wanted to be closer to her, deeper inside her.
She couldn’t move, overwhelmed by the force of each invasion, a prisoner to his passion.
For the second time she could only hold on as the storm broke over her, pulled the heavy melting response from her very being. Her inner muscles gripped and released as sensation overwhelmed her. Her moan became a scream as her nipples elongated and her cunt spasmed, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.
Milked by her as orgasm raked her, he couldn’t hold back, came inside her, his cum hot and thick. He collapsed on top of her still deep inside. He’d never been so drained.
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