The feeling of my hot milk pouring out, of his tongue swirling around my nipple, of his fingers digging into my breast and adding pressure from within, is entirely too much to handle.
I writhe and cry out, half-sobbing with overwhelm.
Deliberate and gentle, two of his fingers plunge into my core again, hooking around to my inner spots.
My cries blend into an exultant moan as I tip over the edge, shaking through another violent climax.
Razul doubles its length by switching breasts and sucking harder the louder I moan. I squirt around his fingers, soaking the blankets below me. I’d feel self-conscious if I wasn’t so far gone, totally lost to the throes of ecstasy.
His mouth around my nipple makes it literally impossible for me to worry if I’m doing this right.
My breathing slows to low groans, and Razul’s fingers still, his mouth releasing my now-much-lighter breast.
As I float in a tingling glow, I become aware of hot air sliding across my skin: Razul’s heavy breath. Above me, his dark gaze carries a strange intensity.
I blink and slowly take in the rest of his posture. His abdomen is surprisingly flexible under his shell, the surfacemore like thick leather than steel, and it curls around, the end facing toward me.
There, a transparent, throbbing length the size of my arm protrudes from his dark chitin, dripping golden fluid into a widening puddle on the floor.
His cock.
Fresh heat ripples through me, and I clamber out of the basket, reaching for that length.
Razul quickly snaps back to awareness, scooping me up with his legs and returning me to the basket—but not before I manage to get the tip of that length in my hands and pull it into my mouth.
His growling moan showers down over me as his abdomen throbs and twitches.
Normally, I would never shove something so unfamiliar into my mouth, but I’ve found the source of that perfect golden syrup. My hunger has returned, and I gulp that flavor down, shoving Razul’s cock even deeper into my mouth.
Razul shudders over me, and the vein at the center of his transparent cock swells. His cock thrusts deep and sends a surge of golden fluid straight into my stomach.
My throat and belly swell to accommodate it all.
That vein pulses rhythmically, and the fluid turns opaque and milky. I watch, mesmerized, as it all disappears inside me.
If I never breathe again, I’ll die happy.
The vein runs gold again, then slows. Razul pulls back, and an impossible length of clear cock slides out of me. I gasp in a breath as Razul spins me onto my hands and knees in the basket, gripping my hips with his legs.
His cock plunges into my core and I scream with pleasure. He’s so thick, so long. I’m sure it would have been too much before, but my body is now stretchier in every way.
Razul’s girth and length fill me completely, as if designed to fit only me. Or perhaps I’m made for him.
His thrust sends me crying out with pleasure. Normally, I can’t stand pressure against my cervix, but now it’s like a button screaming to my brain that I need to be bred.
Razul thrusts hard and fast, and I shake with ecstasy. The bottom of every thrust sends me squirting across the blanket, joined by gushes of that golden fluid as they overflow my cunt.
His legs tighten around me, pulling my back to the underside of his abdomen. His hands find my head, cradling me from behind, one on my cheek and the other supporting my neck and collarbone.
I scream and moan into him, totally unraveling.
RAZUL
This little creature has undone me. I was so careful, but I trusted her obedience too much.
It was my fault. Expecting her to stay put in this state was too much to ask.
When her mouth closed around my cock, it was over. Her body begs me to breed her, to fill her with my seed.
