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“You will consent,” he said, stepping toward her. He held a hand to his chest. “My Voklha is not wrong.”
“Ever?” she said playfully. She touched his chest tenderly, moving her fingers over his hand and his shirt.
“There is only you. You are mine,” Torian said. He was moving toward her, his speech seeming less and less well thought out. It was as if an animal was taking over his mind, his eyes fixing on his prey, his whole body absorbed by her presence.
She fell onto the bed when the backs of her legs hit it. Torian reached for her when she tried to push herself up on her elbows, placing his fingers in the center of her chest to tip her back down. His fingers began to trace the outlines of the seams in her casual suit.
Then, with one sweep and a growl that seemed to come from an actual animal, he ripped her clothing from her body, splitting the suit open with a single swipe. Quaia opened her mouth to object, but Torian continued to rip her clothing away, his eyes on her face, holding her hostage.
He sank to his knees and placed his large hands on her thighs, gripping them with his solid but gentle grasp. He brushed his cheek along the inside of her thigh, making her mewl. His lips followed, tickling her with feathery kisses as his mouth came closer in painfully slow time to the center of her.
He parted her legs and breathed close to her damp pussy, sending a shiver of delight through her. Then her head fell back in ecstasy as he began to explore her folds with his tongue. He was gentle at first, licking her like a hard candy, then insistent as his lips closed around her pulsing clit and sucked on it.
He teased her like this for a long time, until she was writhing in his strong hands. She couldn’t have twisted away from him if she’d wanted to, but she didn’t want to. He changed his pace at last to a building, steady rhythm, delivering pulses of pleasure to her until her legs were shaking in his hands.
She turned her face to the bed and moved a hand to his head to grip his hair when at last she felt herself careening over the crest of her building pleasure. Her vision blurred and her body shook so violently it was almost frightening.
She started to mewl, then whimper, when he didn’t cease licking her after that. The pleasure was too intense.
“Torian,” she panted, pulling on his hair in an attempt to move his insistent mouth from her raw and tender parts. He met her eyes and his were so intense and insistent that she stopped struggling, as if commanded by his words to do so.
He reached with one hand and pushed her hand from his head, then dove deeper into her screaming folds. She howled and complained, insensible words leaving her mouth, but within minutes the need had returned, and she felt another wave of pleasure building up.
He wasn’t really going to make her come again?
“Torian, I…” she panted, but found herself unable to finish. He made her come again, and this time her legs trembled uncontrollably in his hands, and she tossed her head on the bed, whimpering. “Please,” she begged him. “Please, no more.”
He raised his head and looked at her, alarmed. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.
She tossed her head and reached for him. “No, no, not hurting…”
He growled again, the roots of his fierce, animalistic heritage evident in his voice. He climbed on top of her, pushing her legs open with his knees. She watched him adoringly as he removed his shirt, then parted his pants at the groin, and pushed the material away to reveal his erect member.
She guided her own hand to him this time, and closed her fingers around the pulsing weight.
“This time,” he said, “I will breed you.” He hovered there for a moment, looking at her body, moving his fingers lightly over her breasts, her ribcage, her sternum, and back to her aching nipples. “This is why you must be pleasured.”
And then, he lowered himself on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep inside her. He began slowly, and it felt as natural as if they’d done it a million times, and yet as new as it really was. She felt her body straining to accommodate him, but once he was deep inside, they matched together perfectly.
It seemed to last forever. Long enough for another release to build up, achingly slowly, then demanding, until finally she was begging him not to stop. He rose up on his knees and pulled her to sitting on his lap when she was about to come, and wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her to his body as she ground her hips against him in wanton abandon.
After she came and then collapsed against him, her skin wet, her body quivering, he let her lay against him for a while, playing with her hair, sending shivers down her spine.
And then, gently and carefully, like she was a fragile piece of glass, he lay her down on the bed, still inside her. He covered her body with his, and kissed her passionately so that her mewls of overstimulation were swallowed in his mouth. And very slowly, he moved inside her, his member pulsing and engorged, until she was, unbelievably, ready to come again.
In her ear he breathed, “I am going to fill you with my seed now, as soon as you come for me, my beautiful Quaia, my Voklha, my life force, my mate.”
The release that bubbled up inside her was strong, violent, and made her yell. But her cries were swallowed in his mouth, and he continued to move inside her. It seemed that he was growing thicker—later she would learn that Voklish males do—and as she recovered from the height of her climax, she squirmed and mewled.
“Torian, it’s too… it’s too much,” she managed to say between his deep, probing kisses. She was shaking, her pussy too pleasantly sore; every touch or movement made her body jolt.
“Look at me,” he said, and she did, and for a moment the intensity of it all threatened to make her pass out. Tiny stars gathered in the corners of her eyes, and her breath was arrested in her lungs. “I…” she began, unable to speak.
She felt the hot liquid gushing from him, his male anatomy pulsing like a pump. It washed over her discomfort and calmed her, making her trembling fade away with each second, as Torian gathered her hair in his hands and pulled her closer to him, his cock still pulsing inside her. “You are mine now,” he said.
“I love you,” she whispered, closing her lips on his earlobe, which she was pleased to discover made him pulse inside her.
Then a complete exhaustion overtook her, and she was barely conscious as he rolled off of her and pulled her to him, then cradled her as he sat up with her across his lap. He was stroking her skin, and speaking into her ear in Voklish, when she faded into a deep and satisfying sleep.
