“Patience,” he says. “I want to taste you first.”
He moves lower, his face level with my spread legs. I’ve never felt more exposed, more vulnerable, or more desperately aroused. His mandibles part slightly, and I feel a momentary flash of alarm—those things look sharp—but then his tongue emerges, and all thought flees.
His tongue is long, flexible, and textured in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure through me as it makes contact with my most sensitive flesh. He licks a long, slow path from my pussy to my clit, and I nearly come undone right there.
“The sounds you make,” he groans against me. “I could feed on them forever.”
Then he devours me in earnest, his inhuman tongue curling and flexing, reaching places inside me I didn’t know was possible. All the while, his mandibles vibrate against my inner thighs, sending waves of sensation radiating outward.
I’m writhing in his web, the silk holding me securely as I thrash in ecstasy. He’s relentless, learning with every lick and suck what drives me wild, then doing it again and again until I’m incoherent.
When I finally shatter, it’s with his name on my lips and his tongue deep inside me. The orgasm tears through me like a storm, leaving me trembling and gasping in its wake. But rather than pull away, Riven continues his work, gentler now, but no less focused, guiding me through the aftershocks.
Only when I whimper from oversensitivity does he finally lift his head, his mandibles glistening with the aftermath of my pleasure.
“Delicious,” he says. “But now for the main course…”
I watch, mesmerized, as a previously invisible seam along his lower abdomen begins to part. What emerges isn’t simply a cock—it’s something gloriously alien. Enormous, it unfurls from his body with deliberate, almost hypnotic movement. The surface ripples with subtle, raised patterns, like intricate, purposeful designs that seem to pulse with a life of their own.
The shaft is thicker at the base, tapering to a more slender tip that glistens with a pearlescent fluid. But what truly makes me catch my breath is how itmoves, autonomously flexing and undulating like it has its own consciousness, the ridged sections independently contracting in rhythmic waves. Along the underside run two parallel channels that seem to vibrate with a low, barely audible hum that I can feel in my core even before he touches me.
It’s beautiful and terrifying, a perfect embodiment of Riven himself. Not quite a weapon, not quite a tool, but unmistakably designed for claiming. For possession. My throat goes dry at the thought of what those textured ridges will feel like inside me, how those vibrating channels might stimulate nerves I didn’t even know I had.
“Oh,” I breathe. “That’s… Wow.”
“We are compatible,” he assures me, moving between my spread legs. “But I’ll be careful. That is, until I test your true limits…”
He positions himself at my pussy, the head of his cock pressing against me but not yet pushing inside. I can feel how slick I am, ready for him despite his alien size and shape.
“Tell me again,” he says, his voice tight with restraint. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I say firmly. “I want you, Riven.”
With agonizing slowness, he begins to push inside me. The tapered tip enters first, making the stretch more gradual, but I still gasp at the intrusion. He’s big, and the ridges along his length create friction that has me moaning with every inch.
“June,” he groans as his composure finally slips. “You feel… impossible. Perfect.”
He continues his careful advance until he’s fully seated within me, stretching me to my limit. We stay like that for a moment, both adjusting to the sensation.
“Are you all right?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“Better than all right,” I assure him.
He withdraws slightly, then pushes back in, establishing a careful rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust. The ridges along his cock stimulate me in ways I’ve never experienced, creating waves of pleasure that build with every movement.
Just when I think it can’t get any more intense, his cock begins to vibrate inside me—a low, pulsing sensation that has me crying out in pleasure.
Because of course his whole cock vibrates.
“Sweet Jesus,” I gasp, as the vibrations intensify and I feel my body responding with desperate eagerness to this new, impossible sensation.
The silk restraints hold me perfectly in place for each methodical thrust, making me powerless to do anything but receive this overwhelming pleasure. Through half-lidded eyes, I watch Riven’s multiple eyes focused on my every reaction, cataloging each moan and shudder with predatory satisfaction. I’m completely at his mercy—caught in his web, filled by his inhuman body, owned in a way I’ve never experienced before—and I never want it to end.
His rhythm increases, each thrust driving deeper, the vibrations changing in intensity and pattern as if responding to my reactions. “Come around my cock,” he commands, and my entire body tenses as a second orgasm crashes over me, more intense than the first. It radiates outward from where we’re joined in pulsing waves that leave me gasping his name.
Riven growls in response, his movements becoming less controlled, more primal as he drives into me with increasing urgency. I feel him swell impossibly larger inside me as he approaches his own climax, the vibrations turning erratic as his composure shatters completely.
When he finally comes, it’s with a sound that’s half-roar and half-chittering cry as his entire massive frame shudders, his cock pumping hot, thick seed deep inside me. The sensation of being filled by him prolongs my own pleasure, aftershocks rippling through me long after the initial wave subsides.
