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I let out a low growl and run the flat of my palm over her exposed skin. I half expect her to come to her senses at my touch, but instead she gives a little moan and leans back, pushing her soft rear into my hand, and letting the furred parts of her sex brush against me. There is a warm trail of something wet left against my hand when I pull it away.
She is ready. More than ready. She is absolutely desperate. Someone has neglected this human in the matter of her mating needs most terribly. At this point, fucking her would be a kindness. And I do like to be kind.
I pick her up and put her over the bar, keeping her in place with one big hand splayed across the back of her suit.
“Stay there for me,” I growl. “Stay there and part your thighs and show me what a good little human is like when she is properly fucked.”
I free my cock from my pants, feeling the scaled length pulse in my hand as I fist it and look down at her soft, tender body. It seems improbable, if not impossible to fit this heavy, thick length inside her. The human was built to be fucked by human men. Her soft lips were made to spread around a fleshy cock, not my scaled and punishing member.
But mad carnal instinct has me in its grasp. I can smell her need, and I love the way she is undulating her hips in front of me, silently begging me to take her. Most mating rituals have more in the way of foreplay. There is seduction. There is tenderness. In this instance, the foreplay was the cocky and absolutely shameless destruction of my territory. She has done everything to deserve punishment, and she will get it.
I let the head of my red and gold cock run along the slit of her sex, finding that wetness and softness, making it spread slowly at first, testing her, finding the deeper entrance to her body.
Sweet, soft human lips part for me, spreading their wetness on the scaled end of my cock. She was not made for this kind of mating, but she will take it. She spreads herself for me with surprising submission and perhaps even obedience, anticipation and hesitation written on her face in equal measure.
I begin to sink inside her, but something stops me. Something not quite a proper barrier. Something holding me back.
“What is this…”
She looks over her shoulder, big, wide green eyes sparking with an emotion I cannot quite place.
“I’m a virgin,” she says. “It’s my hymen. It’s a little bit of skin that breaks away the first time you have sex.”
“You have never been mated before?”
“No.”
I hesitate briefly, but the quivering of her ripe sex around my cock drives me onward. She deserves this handling, and she offered herself. This destructive little human virgin is going to learn a lesson today.
“You have taken something from me. I will now take something from you. You are about to lose your innocence, little human. You are going to give whatever passes for purity to me and become my personal fuck toy for as long as it amuses me to fill you with my seed.”
Sullivan
I’ve done some wild fucking things in my time, but this is the wildest by a really long way.
It might seem crazy that an outlaw of my experience has kept herself virginal, but it was never anything I wanted to trade or give away before. The men you meet on an ongoing crime spree aren’t usually the kind you want inside you. They’re usually the type to leave something behind that will stick around.
I always looked at losing my virginity the same way I looked at losing my life. It was probably going to happen when I least expected it, and against my will. This is the former, but it isn’t the latter. The second I laid eyes on Thorn, I felt a charge of pure sexual energy rush through me. There’s just something about this guy. Something about the way he holds all however fucking many feet of muscular saurian mass when he moves. Something about the way he speaks, in a low rumble with just a hint of a sibilant hiss. He is sex on two thick, scaled legs. He is the embodiment of dominant energy. The way he took easy control of the situation and of me without so much as raising his voice makes me want this.
Or maybe I’m just the kind of reckless woman that decides she’s going to lose her V-card one day for just any reason whatsoever. There’s nobody here to judge me except the alpha, and right now he doesn’t seem to be spending a lot of energy on judgement.
He cups my ass in those big hands of his, spreading my cheeks wide. He uses his knee to part my thighs wider too. He wants me open to him. I feel cool air on my pussy, and I feel my own moisture starting to trickle down the inside of my thighs.
I want this alien. I want to feel him inside me. My body is on fire with arousal and need. That’s a side-effect of the little helper I have inside my skull. Sometimes when I should be really, really scared, instead I get really, really turned on. At times like this, all my fear is turned to potent, intense arousal. The more danger I am in, the more excited I am, and the more I enjoy myself.
The fact I’ve never fucked before is because most of the time when I’m in this state, someone is trying to kill me, not fuck me. The massive alien manipulates me between two big hands, holding me up off the floor, with my upper body on the countertop, my toes nowhere near solid ground as he pulls me back against his cock.
I learned long ago that there are surprisingly few limits to what people can do. Humans aren’t one of the biggest aliens. They’re not one of the strongest. We’re not even one of the smartest. But we stack talents like no other. We’re a little bit of everything. A little bit strong, a little bit smart, a little bit dangerous, a little bit twisted, and hell, let’s be real. A lot fucked up.
This is probably supposed to be some kind of punishment. He probably wants to dominate and subjugate me. He probably thinks he’s proving a point. But he’s not proving anything besides the fact that I haven’t been fucked before and I’m finally willing to get laid.
“What are you waiting for?” I throw the question over my shoulder as I squirm eagerly. “I thought you were going to take something. Take it, then!”
I bet he doesn’t fuck me. I bet he decides I’m too eager and does something else instead. That would be a pity, but I’d keep whatever value there is in so-called purity for a little while longer.
Thorn
She wants my cock, but I can already tell by how tight the entrance of her sex is that she is not ready for it. I find myself wondering if she wants sex, or if she just wants pain. There’s something twisted about this human female, something even wilder than the local forest primal — and she’s a beast older than time itself who follows nothing but pure, base instinct.
