Page 73 of Reaper Said Mine

“Are you frightened?” he asks while giving me bedroom eyes that could turn a nun into a harlot.

“No,” I reply. “Yes. Maybe?”

“There’s nothing to fear,” he rumbles. “I could never hurt my jalshagar.”

“There you go being sweet again,” I say.

“I might spank you,” he says “if you’re not a good girl, however.”

My heart skips a beat.

“Spank me?” I ask with an incredulous laugh.

“Oh yes, I believe in strict discipline,” he rumbles.

“Then I guess I’d better be a good girl,” I reply, stretching out my hand toward his throbbing member. My fingers trace along the underside. He gasps, eyes narrowing, body heaving with pants. I feel his cock twitch as much as I see it.

I extend my tongue and run it along the crown, tasting his sweat, his desire. A bit of moisture beads on the slit, and I lick that off, too, my eyes locked on his own.

I can fit both of my hands on his shaft, a big pulsating vein warm and beating against my palms. I take the entire crown inside my mouth, working lips and tongue to show him that I can make him cry out, too.

His hand tangles in my hair, and he pulls me off of him. I cry out, spilling a mouthful of his seed as he flips me over onto my belly like I weigh nothing. The mattress bends under his weight, and clawed fingers grip my hips. I reach back, trying to touch his cock, to guide him in, but he doesn’t want or need my help…as evidenced by the way he grabs my wrist and twists my arm into a hammerlock behind me.

I cry out on instinct, not from fear but from surprise. His grip is like iron. In a moment he traps my other hand and pins it behind my back as well. Gnash holds both my wrists in his hand easily, fingers encircling all the way around. I might as well be wearing titanium handcuffs, all things considered.

Not that I want to get away if I could.

My face is on the mattress, looking at the glass/steel viewing ports. The stars are lovely, but I’m distracted by our reflections--especially the size difference between us. It looks like I’m being mounted by a gigantic, paleolithic beast rather than a burgeoning leader.

Then his cock presses against my wide open pussy, and logical thought flies out the window. I try to push back against him, but his grip holds me prisoner. I just have to wait as he slowly, surely stretches me with his full length. I cry out as there’s a sharp pinch when he goes all the way in…then sigh and moan softly as a cascade of ecstasy throbs from our conjoined bodies.

“Mine,” he growls, then thrusts into me. I let out a sharp cry against the mattress, my own breath hot as it’s reflected back at me. My pussy clenches hold of him, as if not wanting him to go even as he draws out, then thrusts back in.

The spurs on his cock flex and flare inside of me, creating a staccato that adds to the sensation. My free hand twists up in the sheets as I scream out my first climax. Gnash doesn’t slow down, he speeds up, driving his hips into my backside like a demon possessed.

His free hand snakes around my throat, pulling me up until I’m on my knees, his cock still buried inside of me. My voice is strangled and tight as I let loose a scream as pulse after pulse of delirious delight crackles through me.

Gnash’s cock empties inside of me, buzzing like a vibrator as he unleashes his seed. We collapse onto the bed on our sides, him still nestled inside of me. I squirm and writhe about as much as I am able, encased in his warm but possessive embrace.

“Mine,” he purrs into my ear.

“Yours,” I manage to whisper in a voice hoarse from screaming.

We lay like that for some time. After a while I roll over onto his belly, our gazes locked while we just share the silence and the feel of our bodies pressed together. He idly plays with my hair, red eyes warm and oddly sweet.

“So,” I say. “About that interview…”

Gnash laughs, and nods his assent.

“Very well.”

I lift the compad before my thoughts can get any more undisciplined. “Before we start, I need your consent on record.”

“You think I dragged you from a feast to refuse?”

“I think powerful people often confuse access with consent. I prefer clarity.”

His expression shifts, and for a moment the amusement falls away. What remains is quieter, heavier, and far more difficult to dismiss. He inclines his head once.