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I am his. All his. I no longer feel as though I am Tres. I am female, being taken by male. I am the vessel of Vulcan’s pleasure. He grunts and growls and bumps me gently up and down on his rod and I know that there is so much more he could be doing to me, but he senses my delicacy and he does not want to hurt me.
Soon, though, the possibility of pain melts in the heat of my need. I want more. I am greedy. My hips thrust of their own accord. I need him. I want him. I am him. He is me. I have never felt anything as perfect as this joining, and I never want to feel anything else besides it.
Vulcan
She is writhing against me, her body grinding and squirming. There is desperation in every sound she makes, as if her body has only just truly come alive and discovered what it was made to do. She makes the cutest little moans along with her motions. They are not yet the practiced movements of a woman who knows how to feel pleasure. Instead, they are the experimental little jerks and wriggles of a virgin finding her way around a cock for the first time.
I hold her and let her experiment, though every movement she makes ignites the desire to plunge rough and deep inside her and not stop for hours. But I have to be careful. I would rather rip my own blades and horns off than hurt her in any way.
My grunts and growls of restraint mingle with her soft cries as she finds her rhythm, the melody of our love picking up tempo as she starts to throw herself forward and back like a possessed thing. I draw her tight nipples between my lips and tease them as she bounces herself over the ridges of my maleness, and I marvel at what can be brought back from the brink of death.
She is mine in every way. Our joining feels inevitable, as if it was always meant to happen. When I feel her hungry sex clench mine with human greed, I cannot help but respond with jolts of my hips. When I release inside her, it will not be the potent seed of the human male which floods her. It will be the bonding fluid which will change us both.
I hold back from the brink. She is mine, but she belongs to this world. Her pleasure is mine too, but dare I spend myself inside her? I hold back, taking great effort not to allow myself to flood her as I want to do. Instinct has its place, but I must be rational. She is mine, but not all things owned can be kept, and our future is yet uncertain.
Tres knows none of this. Her eyes are glazed, her mouth hanging open, her chest rising and falling, pink with the flush of her arousal. She is losing herself on me and finding a new femininity, her hips grinding with an arching, circular motion which already begins to feel more practiced as she works her wet little hole over my rough rod.
I pull her down. Hard. I make her take the full length of me, and I grind that little nub at the apex of her thighs against the hard plate of my pubic bone, massaging her back and forth in short little motions, growling deep inside me to create a vibration which will travel up through the wet core of her.
Tres
I scream as I feel every part of me start to quiver, my lower lips vibrating with his sound, a deep resonance which threatens to tip me over the edge of sanity into endless madness. I am gripping his massive arms with my soft fingers, my legs spread obscenely wide, my head thrown back with gasping wails as a wall of pleasure falls around me.
I can hear the resonance of a drum beat, my heart thundering with the purring which is traveling through the sensitive, ravaged parts of my sex, leaving me shuddering weakly against his cock as he lays me slowly back down on the floor of the cave. We are still joined, his hard ridge inside me when I look down and see the fiery curls of my sex highlighted against the dark silver of that most intimate part of him.
Slowly, he unsheathes himself from me, drawing himself out one fraction at a time. I whimper, feeling my flesh cling to him, reluctant to let the invader retreat. I grip and clench, but it is not enough, soon the hard heat slips free of my body and I am left lying in the wake of relentless orgasm, feeling weak and yet strong. I am loved. I never thought I would be loved. I didn’t even know it was possible for me to be loved by anyone.
