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I moaned as I woke, my cunt throbbing, stuffed by Khell's cock, my breasts aching as he sucked one roughly and rolled the other in his hand. He was barely thrusting, but his stav was pumping eagerly inside of me. There was a bitter aftertaste on my tongue, some of Khell's flavor lingering, and his earthy scent was dense from his position on top of me.
I whined, pulling my arms from under my pillow to wrap them around his shoulders.
"No, petal. Don't move. You are sleeping," Khell'ar hissed.
My hands itched to touch him, already addicted to the soft texture of his skin, but I went limp easily, still exhausted from the day. Khell'ar grunted in appreciation, picking up his pace and lifting his head to watch my breasts tremble with his thrusts.
"Close your eyes," he purred, and I whimpered in objection but let them fall shut. He rewarded me with a long, wet lick up my throat, his tusks nuzzling my jaw. My lips were parted on a stifled moan, and his tongue slipped in, stroking against mine, right to the back of my throat and out again. His weight sank into mine, the bed and his massive form enveloping me, the pressure breathtaking, his roll and grind on top of me contrasting with the urgent pump of his stav.
And still I lay limp, the first rush of arousal upon waking and realizing Khell was fucking me softening into a drowsy and powerful throb.
"Soft, pretty, little petal," Khell'ar growled, hips snapping sudden and rough. My cry was brief, and my hands clenched until he filled my palms with his own, pinning me still. "Sweet cunt, wet and tight and full of cock, just like you like it."
He was too tall as he spread out fully on top of me, and it left my face pressed to his hot throat, the vibration of his voice drumming in my ears. He spread his feet wide, pushing my legs open to the point of strain, and he grew rough and urgent between my thighs, his claws digging gently into the backs of my hands.
"I'll fill you up with cum, petal. Make you heavy with my scent." I gasped as he spoke, squirmed into the crescendo of his thrusting to meet him. "I'll keep you plugged with my cock while you sleep, watch my seed seep out of you as I hunt you tomorrow."
"Oh god, Khell," I gasped, but with him covering me and spreading me with his body, the words were barely audible over his own grunts and groans.
He was a crushing, desperate animal on top of me, and my whole body ached from the force of his. Still, I tried to stay limp, relaxed, his vessel to use. The orgasm came on slowly, heat expanding from my center, and then a soft wave rising up from my toes over my head. Khell's stav swelled to a fist, pressing in against my G-spot, and the pleasure sharpened, harmonizing with the sudden rush of his own release inside of me.
How much is too much? When will my body just give up? I wondered.
Khell'ar bellowed into the top of my head, his tusks scratching, catching strands of my hair and tugging lightly. My heartbeat was an uneven roar in my own ears as he sagged on top of me, until I realized it was his pulse chorusing with mine.
Khell snarled, and then his hands loosened, soothing down my arms to wrap around my back before he rolled us on the mattress. He held me fastened to his hips and tucked my head gently against his chest. I was his ragdoll, fucked and filled and then nestled close.
And I loved it.
"You're going to hunt me tomorrow?" I asked, my breath catching. I wanted to climb up his chest and quiz him for details.
In the basement? Or out in the woods like I'd described to the agent on the phone?
I tried to lift my head to find his gaze, but he guided it back down immediately, his chest pillowy under my cheek.
"Sleep, petal," he said.
"You can't just fuck the air out of a girl, tell her you're going to hunt her, and then put her back to bed," I muttered.
Khell was quiet for a moment, and then he started to shake beneath me. "I can."
"Beast."
I was bent backwards, twisted, Khell careful to keep his promise of plugging me while maneuvering us on the bed so his face loomed over mine, eyes fire bright.
"Your beast," he growled.
It was like he'd put all his weight right back on top of me, double even. I couldn't breathe and didn't care either way. The words were a lie, but I wanted them to be true. Not for the five days I'd hired him, but—
This is just a fantasy, this is just a fantasy, I chanted in my head.
"And I do as I please with my pet, yes?" he asked, reaching between us to twist one nipple, then sliding his hand down to where we were joined, tracing my tender sex with the tip of a claw.
"Yes," I breathed out.
He was mine for five days, a little less than three more. And I was his.
The claw burrowed against his cock to tuck slightly inside of me, and the room had just enough light from the night for me to see the sharp grin he wore as I whimpered.
