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“And of course, I own your pussy,” he says, softening the filth with a wink.
“If you own my pussy, then I own your dick. Same thing.”
“And you are welcome to it,” he grins, his teeth sharp. “I gladly surrender my cock to you, Ava. As long as you share your beautiful body with me in return.”
He walks the line between charming gentleman and filthy mouthed sex freak with incredible alacrity. I want to be angry at him, but I can’t.
“Speaking of,” he says. “I believe it is time for you to have your pussy fucked, Ava. Time to be filled full of my seed.”
This is what I have come to. Selling my body for some help around the farm. It’s still very hot. The two of us are entirely alone on this asteroid, and on this remote island the only rules of propriety are those we make for ourselves.
He picks me up and carries me inside. Perching me on the kitchen table, he gives me a chance to remove my overalls before he goes to his knees before me, his massive head between my curvy thighs. I am not sure what he has in mind, not until his tough tongue finds my lower lips and laps against them, smoothing the hair on my pussy lips down with every rasping stroke. I try to keep my head, try to tell myself that this is a seduction, a trick, that all he wants to do is mount me, bite the back of my neck, and fill me with his cum.
Why is that thought still so fucking hot even though it is also clearly a recipe for disaster.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his dominance rumbling through my pussy. “This soft little human cunt is mine to fuck. It is so delicious. You are so sweet…”
I am reminded starkly and suddenly that there are stories of humans falling prey to Leonids in the dinnertime sense. I don’t get the impression Azlan wants to consume me, but I also know he thoroughly intends to devour me.
Helpless in his powerful grip, I have no choice but to surrender to the pleasure he is inflicting between my thighs. His tongue is threatening to wax me with sheer wet friction, my pussy sensitive and aroused, but also growing a little sore from the repeated ministrations of his tongue. My outer lips are starting to part, giving him access to the softer and more tender parts of my sex.
I hear him growl before he thrusts his tongue inside me, that thick, hot, wet organ penetrating me easily. I feel the whiskers under his nose tickling my clit, making me squirm, or at least making me try to squirm. It is not easy to move at all with his big paws clamped around my hips.
“Azlan, please…” I moan for mercy.
“Please what, Ava?”
“Please… fuck me.”
God, he makes me filthy. He makes me absolutely, helplessly aroused. I need to be filled. I need that thick Leonid cock inside me. I need him to itch the scratch he is giving me with every torturous twist of his tongue.
“You want to be fucked, Ava? Are you sure? You know if I fuck you, I come inside you. Is that what you want? To be pinned down with your soft legs spread, your hot little cunt gripping my cock while I pump you full of fertile seed?”
Yes. Yes, that is exactly what I want. At this point, it is what I need. I have to have him inside me. I have to have his Leonid cum deep in me. I want him to make me pregnant. I want him to make me be pregnant even though I’m reluctant to be pregnant. At this point, I’m fighting myself, not him.
His tongue leaves my pussy with a few long, teasing laps and he rises up over me. He extends one claw on his index finger and makes a twirling motion to me. He wants me to turn over onto my stomach. He wants me to present myself, tail high like a Leonid queen. And he wants me to submit to his cock and his seed.
He’s doing it again. He’s making me demonstrate my submission. He’s getting me to ask him for what he wants to do to me anyway. It’s so filthy, so twisted, so wrong.
And yet here I am, doing as I am told, rolling over with my clothing rucked up around my waist. I’m not even properly naked. I’m in heat, and I want to be fucked.
Azlan wastes no time in rewarding me with his cock. I feel the tip of him rub along the wet length of my pussy, and then he guides it in deeply in one long stroke, filling me all the way up.
“Yes!” I moan. “Yes.”
“Oh yes,” he agrees, pulling almost all the way out, before plunging back inside me again. He fucks me with powerful yet languid strokes, taking his time. There is no rush to this mating. I can already tell he is going to draw this out and turn me into his sexual accomplice.
“Do you like this, Ava? Do you like how my cock feels inside your soft, sweet human pussy? You are so hot, and you grip me so tightly. Every stroke inside you feels like your cunt is trying to drink my seed. You feel greedy.”
He punctuates his questions and statements with firm slaps to my upturned ass. I can’t quite answer them, because my mind is absolutely addled. I am running on instinct now, responding to the pheromones between us, the little chemical betrayers that make me want things I do not intellectually want.
“Come inside me!” I hear myself begging for him to fill me up.
He does not disappoint. His knot swells, stretching my pussy to what feels like its limits, trapping me on his cock as he comes inside me for the second day in a row.
* * *
This is how it is. Every morning I explain very logically and rationally why a baby is a bad idea, and every morning, afternoon, and evening I am an enthusiastic participant to my breeding, giving into his seduction and the little slivers of hope that live inside me even though I deny them outright.
