Chapter 7 #2
"More." Not a question. Not a request. A demand between mates. Bare and direct, in that low unsteady voice that made my cock hard and my mind fill with erotic images of fucking her. Making her scream.
I gave her more.
The world narrowed to the heat of her mouth under mine and the impossible softness of her skin. I broke the kiss, panting. My gaze dropped to where my hand rested on her hip. "I need to see all of you."
Her response was a breathy, desperate sound as she fumbled with the remaining fastenings of her suit.
I helped her, my fingers clumsy with urgency, until the fabric finally gave way and she stood bare before me.
Her soft, human skin was flushed, already shimmered with the faintest outline of silver lightning beneath the surface.
Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, nipples tight and pebbled.
I lowered my head and captured one peak.
The moment my tongue made contact, a jolt of pure energy shot from my mouth directly to her.
She cried out, her back arched off the stone wall, her fingers tangled in my hair to hold me there.
I tasted her — salt and something uniquely her, something that sang to my very cells.
I suckled hard, and the current between us intensified.
The new silver markings on her skin glowed brighter in response.
"Sorik," she gasped, her hips grinding against me. "Please. I'm so empty."
I slid a hand down her belly, over the shocking softness of her skin. I discovered damp curls at the junction of her thighs. When my fingers found her core, she was slick with need, her pussy swollen and wet. I circled her clit with my thumb and her whole body jerked.
Good. I had been worried I wouldn’t know how to please a human female. Now that I knew where her nerve cluster was, I could focus energy and attention. Bring her pleasure like she’d never known.
I focused, my fingers buried in her wet heat, and pulled power to my palm where it rested over her clit. I pushed power into her body slowly. A little at a time as her head thrashed from side to side. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. She gasped. Writhed. Begged.
Her legs buckled and I lowered us to the cave floor without breaking contact.
"More" she begged, her legs opening wider. The energy that surged from her into my hand was staggering — a feedback loop of pure, unadulterated pleasure that made my cock throb with a pleasure edged with pain.
I didn't hesitate. I slid two fingers in and out of her tight heat.
Her internal muscles clamped down on me instantly.
Her wetness coated my hand, and the bioluminescent nodes in my palm flared to brilliant life and cast an ethereal glow on her skin.
I felt every ripple of her inner walls, every flutter of her response, and through the Skybond I felt her shock at the intensity of it.
"God." She moaned. Her head fell back. "That's... that's not just... it's..."
"More?" I was going to give her more. So much fucking more.
“Yes.”
“You’re mine. Do you understand?” I curled my fingers to find that spot inside her that made her see stars. The energy discharge was immediate — a visible arc of white lightning jumped from my palm to her clit.
She screamed, a raw, primal sound of release as her first orgasm tore through her. I rode it out with her, my fingers pumping relentlessly as her pussy convulsed around them, wave after wave of pleasure amplified and returned through our connection until she was a sobbing, writhing mess in my arms.
Before the tremors had fully subsided, I lifted her, my mouth crashing down on hers again.
She tasted of desperation and storm and release.
Her hands moved over me frantically, as if she couldn’t decide where to put them.
Then her bare hands found my cock. The touch was electric.
The power between us flared, sent a jolt directly into my shaft as her fingers wrapped around me.
"So hard." Her thumb smeared the bead of precum over the head. "You're vibrating."
"It's you," I gritted out, my hips bucking into her grip. "You do this to me."
She stroked me once, twice — a slow, deliberate exploration that had me seeing stars.
Then she guided me to her entrance. The blunt head of my cock nudged against her slick folds and we both froze.
The energy between us was a living thing, a storm of its own making.
The pull between us was magnetic. I could no more walk away from her than I could stop my own heart from beating.
"Look at me," I commanded. Her eyes, dark and fathomless, locked with mine. "This changes everything."
"I know," she whispered. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer. "Now fuck me, Sorik. Before the storm stops and I change my mind."
I drove into her in one hard, deep thrust. The world went white.
The physical sensation of her tight heat enveloped me and was eclipsed by the psychic blast of our joining.
Every node on my body flared at once. The silver lightning beneath our skin pulsed in a blinding, synchronized rhythm.
I felt her shock, her pain, and her overwhelming pleasure as if it were my own. Knew she felt mine.
"Again," she demanded, her nails dug into my back. "Harder."
I pulled out and slammed back in. She cried out and pulled my lips to hers.
Devoured me. Claimed me was I set a brutal, relentless rhythm.
The slap of our bodies echoed in the cave and mingled with the storm outside.
Each thrust sent a fresh wave of energy arcing between us, a current that built and crested with no release in sight.
Her pussy gripped me like a vise. Her inner muscles milked my cock as she met me thrust for thrust. Her hips rose to take me deeper.
"Sorik," she sobbed. "I can't... it's too much..."
"No," I growled. I grabbed her ass and rolled her beneath me, changed the angle, drove into that spot that made her scream. "Take it. Take all of me."
The energy crested again — higher this time, a tidal wave of sensation that consumed us both.
Her orgasm ripped through her and her scream was pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
I felt it in my soul, felt her pleasure as my own, and it sent me over the edge.
I came with a roar, my cock pulsing inside her and pumping my release deep into her core.
The discharge was blinding — a flash of silver-white light illuminated the entire cave as our bodies locked together and shook with the force of our shared release.
We collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs. My body pinned hers. Both of us trembling, racked with aftershocks. But the hunger wasn't gone. It had merely changed form.
I pulled back enough to look at her. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes glowed with a faint silver light. The markings just below her skin were more intricate now — a permanent map of our union etched into her very flesh.
"I'm not done with you," I told her, my voice a low rumble.
A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "Good. Because I'm not even close to being done with you."
She rolled me back and I let her. She followed, her movements predatory — a goddess carved from shadow and lightning. She came to her knees before me, her eyes never leaving mine.
"My turn," she whispered, and then her mouth was on me.