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But this time, I was all in.
Feeling emboldened by the possessive way he held me and the maddening scent of his own arousal, I placed my much smaller hand over his and urged it further south. Keran’s approving growl greeted my gesture, and I parted my legs to give him better access and erase any lingering doubt he might have that I craved his touch.
Just as his hand was settling over my sex, Keran’s left hand abandoned my breast to fist my hair on the nape. I released a startled yelp when he tugged it, forcing me to bend my head back. His mouth covering mine snuffed out my strangled moan as his fingers immediately parted my labia to scissor along my little nub.
Although I had suspected as much, the conquering way in which Keran claimed my mouth, made his dominant nature extremely clear. I gladly submitted, my lips parting to welcome his invading tongue. He greedily swallowed my moan as his thumb teased my clit.
Goddess! It had been so long since I’d been touched like this. And the expert way in which he did so had me panting in no time. While his thumb continued to bring me close to the edge, Keran inserted one thick finger inside me. It took me a second to understand the cause of his approving purr.
Of course, he’d be concerned about whether I’d inherited my mother’s genetics—which would require extensive preparation and loads of the muscle relaxant called Denax to be able to take him. Thankfully, on that front, I was fully Braxian. It would still likely require some care for my body to accept his truly impressive girth, but my inner lining was made to stretch and accommodate our males’ massive size and the huge babies we delivered.
The thought of Keran inside me had my inner walls convulsing around his finger. Seemingly interpreting my physiological reaction as a request for more, he growled again and promptly inserted a second finger. I moaned and ground my sex against his hand. Keran accelerated the movement of his fingers dipping in and out of me while his thumb relentlessly massaged my clit.
My knees felt weak as pleasure built up in my core. I leaned more heavily against him and pushed my pelvis forward in counterpoint to his hand making love to me. My right hand flew up to my breast, rolling and pinching my nipple with almost brutal force. I nearly whimpered when Keran broke the kiss. But him pushing a third finger inside me had me crying out instead at the delicious burn. While it had previously felt a little tight, this was finally giving me the stretch I craved and needed as a Braxian female, and which enhanced every sensation.
“Come for me, Dawn,” Keran whispered, his lips pressed against my right ear.
His commanding, almost menacing tone, resonated directly in my pussy, making me drip with lust. But it was the sharp sting of his teeth biting the crook of my neck that sent me over the edge. I cried out, my knees buckling as my climax slammed into me. Keran effortlessly held me up with one arm around my waist, his thumb and fingers keeping me flying high.
“Good girl,” he purred while peppering kisses around my neck and nape.
The room spun as Keran loosened his hold on me only long enough to turn me around. Although still half dazed, I moaned, and a powerful shiver coursed through me at the sensation of his bare, muscular chest pressing against mine. His huge arms engulfed me, making me feel tiny, flimsy, utterly vulnerable, and yet completely safe.
In another display of his incredible strength, Keran slipped his hands behind my thighs, picking me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clasped my hands behind his nape. My stomach quivered and a bolt of desire exploded in my nether region when his thick cock pressed against my core.
Keran claimed my mouth with a rabid hunger, to which I responded in kind. Even as our tongues warred, he rubbed his length against me. The friction on my little nub sent electric sparks through my nether region and down my legs.
I ached to be filled again. The absence of his fingers fucking me left me hollow. As sensitive as my clitoris was—thanks to my human heritage—my Braxian genetics dominated in the sexual department. Our females mainly climaxed during vaginal penetration. Highly erogenous bundles of nerves hid right under our inner lining. As it required a substantial amount of pressure to stimulate them, males with an average sized penis did nothing for us. I’d get as much pleasure riding a standard human cock than I would using a drinking straw.
But Keran’s girth took it to the other extreme. As much as I feared he might be too much for me to handle, I throbbed with anticipation. Unable to wait any longer, I slipped a hand between us to grab his cock. Before I could point it at my opening, I yelped at the sting of Keran firmly slapping my behind. Holding me with only one arm under my thighs, he yanked my hand away from his cock, twisting it behind my back.
He swallowed my words of protest in another possessive kiss, this time almost punishing in its intensity. Too many conflicting emotions swirled within me. The pleasure of Keran accelerating the movement of his hips as he rubbed his cock against my clit clashed with the painful contraction of my inner walls demanding to be filled. The unyielding way in which he held me, keeping me effectively subdued, both turned me on with this thrilling display of dominance, and made me feel frustrated and cheated out of having my way with him.
Too focused on grinding against him to sate my burning need, I barely noticed he’d started moving towards the bed. It was only once he released my wrist still twisted behind my back and then dropped his arm holding me up against him that I realized what was happening. I gasped, seconds before landing on the soft cushion of the mattress.
Towering over me, teeth bared in a menacing snarl, Keran was staring at me with a savage expression. A bolt of fire exploded in the pit of my stomach when he wrapped his hand around his massive cock. He gave it a few slow strokes, squeezing it with a strength that had to be borderline painful. My toes curled as his gaze roamed over my naked body with a possessiveness that had more moisture pooling between my thighs.
Keran looked like he wanted to hurt me in unspeakable ways, and I wanted him to go all out.
“Please,” I whispered, a hand extended towards him while holding back an almost painful whimper as my inner walls continued to spasmodically contract with desire.
I needed him inside me right the fuck now.
But Keran ignored my plea. Eyes locked on my sex, he continued to slowly stroke himself. His expression darkened, making him look even more savage while his broad, flat nose twitched, no doubt from the growing scent of my arousal.
Sprawled on my back, my thighs glistening from my essence, I had to be quite the sight. I didn’t even care how desperate and needy I looked. Spreading my legs wide, I extended my other hand towards him.
My heart leapt when he kneeled at the edge of the bed, his fingers still wrapped around his cock, while his free hand settled on my left ankle.
“Did you fantasize about me, Dawn?” Keran asked in a low, rumbling voice, thick with desire. “Did you touch yourself thinking about me, like I touched myself thinking of you?”
My stomach quivered, and a burning wave of lust swirled like molten lava in my nether region. “Yes,” I replied in a breathy voice.
“Show me,” he ordered. “Show me how you touched yourself for me.”
I should have been mortified at the mere thought of complying, but this man held an unexplainable power over me. Without hesitation, I glided a hand down my body, imagining it was Keran’s before settling it over my sex. With two fingers, I parted my labia, scissored my clit a couple of times, then began massaging it.
A moan escaped me, and I bit my bottom lip while fondling my left breast with the other hand. Keran emitted a throaty sound, halfway through a purr and a growl. His palm on my ankle began a slow journey up my leg, my skin erupting in goosebumps at the rough feel of his calloused hand.
