Page 132 of The Hunter

And he remained like that.

“No, no,” she cried, trying to grind against him. “Please!”

Telok growled deep. “Tell me, vi’jatai.”

Lacey turned her head to look up at him. His white-and-green-streaked black hair was mussed, with strands of it hanging over his headcrest and his blazing, feral eyes. Those eyes made it clear just how desperately he wanted her.

And yet, he was holding back.

“You have to be gentle,” she rasped, “and start slow and small to prepare me.”

“Like this?” he asked, pushing the pad of his thumb against her hole.

“Yes,” she breathed, her pussy clenching around his cock in response to the odd yet pleasurable sensation. “But no claws. That could hurt me badly. And…and you need lubrication.”

“What is that?”

“Um…your wetness. You know, the stuff on your cock and in your slit.”

“My oils.”

“Yes.”

“I see…” He lifted his hand toward his face, turning it slowly like he was examining some alien object. Then he brought his thumb to his mouth and snapped off his claw with his fangs.

Lacey’s eyes widened.

Before she could speak, his pelvis was in motion again, slow and steady but no less firm. She faced forward, eyes shutting as those sensations rekindled. Ecstasy blossomed through her with the deliberate strokes of his cock.

Telok’s hand slid down to the place where their bodies met. He dragged his thumb over her labia, up toward his cock, gathering their combined essences. Without his pace faltering, he lifted that hand away, settling his fingers on her lower back.

And then his thumb was back on her anus, circling it and spreading his oils.

A thrill swept through her even as her ass clenched.

We’re really doing this… He’s going to⁠—

He pressed his thumb against her hole, slowly breaching her where no other had.

Lacey whimpered at the sensation. It was so foreign, so strange, and there was some discomfort. But as he pushed deeper, everything inside her felt tighter, and his cock struck nerves she never knew existed, making those waves of pleasure flare with every thrust and edging her closer to another release.

“Now I have claimed both parts of you,” Telok growled. He pumped his thumb in and out of her again and again before curling it. The claws of his fingers pricked her back as that hand clamped onto her from inside and out simultaneously, its grip just as firm as those holding her hips.

“Every part,” Lacey whispered, unable to do anything but let him use her, pleasure her, own her. She spread her legs wider and arched her back, greedy for everything he had to give.

Telok grazed the claws of his other upper hand down her spine. Tingles skittered across her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Every time his cock drove into her, her pussy and ass clenched, and pleasure rippled through her, coiling tighter and tighter within her core. She panted and moaned, clutching at the bedding beneath her.

“Telok,” she keened.

“Let me hear you,” Telok demanded, his voice rough and ragged. His fingers flexed, raking her lower back as his thrusts gained more urgency. “Let me feel you come undone around my stem before I fill you with my seed.”

“Yes… I want your seed. I want you to fill me with it again. I…I can’t… Oh fuck, don’t… Don’t stop. Fuck me, Telok. Rut me harder.”

Shifting his forelegs closer, he lifted her higher and tilted her pelvis, slamming into her. The change in angle was all she needed. His shaft stroked her clit, and she combusted. Lacey’s arms gave out completely, and her cheek fell onto the bed as rapture seared through her body and turned everything around her to ash.

Everything but Telok.