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Elney
Iwas covered in cum.
There was no better way to put that. I was absolutely covered in cum. He had fucked me everywhere he could over the past twelve hours, refusing to let me clean up. He wanted me covered in his cum. He wanted me filled with it. Every time his cum stopped dripping from my pussy he would fuck me again.
Every time the patches of him would dry he would spray more over me, spread it around with his very agile member as he moaned only to cum again.
My skin was sticky, my hair was thick and stiff with the stuff. My pussy was swollen and raw from being fucked so much, my thighs absolutely coated with the patches of him.
And yet, I wanted more.
I wanted him.
I moaned and curled into him, my thighs slipping on the wet there as he pulled me into him, and one of my thighs over his legs.
"Good morning, Queen," he whispered, his voice groggy with sleep even as he slid his hand over my hip, wiggling his fingers between my thigh and his. His fingers slipped between my folds, his moan deepening as he felt the flood of wet there, the flood of him. "Beautiful. Still wet, I see?"
I moaned in response and curled deeper into him. I simultaneously tensed and relaxed as his finger traced my opening, teasing me with what I was sure was to come. I had been fucked raw, and yet I wanted more. I moaned again, tilting my hips into him in a silent plea, he just chuckled with that low, dark chuckle I had only heard a few times now.
"Oh, my Queen, do you want more?" He was teasing me now, his finger moving into me just enough to make me try to clamp down and keep him there. "How about I give you a gift instead."
"A gift?" I didn't fully have time to ask the question before his finger slipped from me, sliding between my folds as he moved up to my clit.
One touch and I was instantly pushed into an arch of pleasure. I tilted my hips into him, moaning as I begged him for more. Begged his finger for more.
His touch increased, the pressure still that perfect line of deep and light as he circled the soft pad over my clit. Swirling, magical sensations rippled through my core, they flashed in my eyes and spun in my mind as an edge I didn't know existed exploded before me, and promptly pushed me over.
I was falling. I was screaming. I was writhing, and my body was collapsing into the nothing that it now was.
"Good girl," Alan mused from somewhere far away as he pulled me into him again. "I'll have to do that to you more often. Although next time I will fuck you after, see just how tight you can get."
I didn't know what he meant, but I really didn't care. All I cared about was the unnatural warmth of his skin, the way he cradled me, the way my body sagged into his in a perfect harmony.
It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
"Why does this feel so perfect?" I whispered before I could think better of it. The bliss of everything had clearly taken away what little of my better thinking I had. And Logan always liked to remind me that I didn't have much.
Logan.
That same pang was there, but it wasn't as much somehow. A day later and it felt different. It didn't make any sense.
"It feels perfect because of the way a human bonds with a Denon." His hand trailed up and down my spine, the sticky patches on my skin feeling as though they were igniting into patches of electricity with his touch.
"Bonds?" I nearly gasped the word, trying to lift myself off his chest so I could see him, but he held me down.
"Yes, bonds. Mates. Connects. Claims. Property. Slave. Take your pick, they all mean the same thing to us, and they all come about the same way." I didn't know what it was about those words, but they all felt right and somehow wrong. "When you are filled and covered with my seed, it creates a bond between us. A claim that no one can break. I am marking you as mine, and connecting your soul to mine."
He continued his tracing, those same electric sparks running deep into me every time his finger came in contact with his cum. With his markings. I moaned as his fingers moved over my ass, over the wet coated skin that sent me shivering. His touch was so much more intense right there, the way the heat and cold and electric buzzing of him was infecting me. Infecting. Connecting.
If I focused, I could feel it, those ropes of electricity that his touch sent into me wrapped around me connecting me to him like ropes. Like warm arms.
"Is that why you covered me with your cum?" I asked, choking on the last word.
"Yes, and it's why I will continue to do so. Until you are mine, my Queen."
Something about that was wrong. I was sure I was missing something, that I needed to be paying closer attention. It was hard to, with how his fingers were sending sparks over everything. How it was making my brain fuzzy. He kept tracing, kept spreading his cum over me, sending me deeper into the dark realm of his mind, or his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that were soaking up everything about me...
"So sorry to interrupt!" Any bliss I had been about to sink into was zapped away by Calvin's grating voice. He entered with a bang, both Alan and I turning to the man as he rampaged his way in with two men who were bringing in some kind of contraption. It looked like a portable closet for belts, leather belts which hung from the bars and swayed as they rolled the thing through the room and right into the bathroom.
