Chapter 25
Misty
That wasn’t a human cock penetrating her. Misty barely got a chance to see and admire it before Tsok shoved deep, nearly ripping her in two. She felt him in her lower belly. She felt the scales dragging against her inner walls. The ridges on the rounded base, similar to a knot but one that didn’t expand or contract, beat against her entrance.
She knew what kreecharma cocks looked like. Anatomy was one the lessons she had while learning all the grooming techniques. Sheath care was included in an extensive, full body service – though, admittedly, not one likely to be bought as most people would rather do it themselves. Like humans getting a Brazilian wax, some were willing to do it, others would rather trim their own parts. She had never done a real one either, but she had definitely studied male anatomy. She had to pass the simulation to pass her courses.
And she had definitely peeked at kreecharma porn. She wasn’t disappointed by what she saw. Then or now.
But it was one thing to learn about strange, alien cock, and quite another to feel one carving out her insides, making a place for itself nothing else could ever fill.
Kreecharma cocks had a teardrop shaped head with a long slit placed over a shaft that was covered in fleshy, scale-like nubs. The ‘point’ of each scale was curved outward, meaning she felt each of them dragging against the walls of her pussy each time he pushed in and out of her. They wrapped around the shaft until they reached the ridged, knobby base. It wasn’t a true knot as it didn’t inflate or lock inside of her, but once it was erect and filled with blood, it trapped his cock outside of his body and wouldn’t let his shaft back into the sheath until he found his release.
Which he was racing to do, pounding inside her with brutal efficiency. Misty was reeling from the sudden, new, strange sensation of his alien cock. She didn’t even have the mental capacity to remind herself to breathe, much less try to adjust to meet him.
He came first. Grunting. Warmth filling her.
She knew that was coming too. Kreecharma males found their release quickly.
Multiple times over.
He didn’t stop. His cock didn’t soften. The place between her legs was wetter, messier, as he thrust in and out. Chasing his next orgasm. He would have many before he was done. And the thought of him coming in her, again and again, made her belly twist with desire as her legs clung to him.
He was taking his pleasure from her. Demanding it. Claiming her with an animalistic need as he grunted and panted, his furry body a storm of sensation over her sensitive skin. She couldn’t break free of the grip he had on her wrists. She couldn’t escape the smacking of his hips against hers as he thrust deep with short, shallow thrusts. It was all she could do to hold on as the sudden rush of stimulation beat over her like a tsunami.
Then he grunted her name. Coming again. His second time just as quick, just as heated, as the first. Still with no end in sight. He was completely spellbound by her. Lost in her. The honored char, completely off his leash. Granted permission, given leave to own her how he needed. How he wanted. As if he had no concern for her or what she needed.
And it was that very disregard that shoved her quickly to the edge of her own release. To be someone’s obsession to the point that they can’t care about you was such a turn on. She wasn’t his darling mate that he needed to be considerate of past the point of ridiculousness. She was a piece of fuck meat he needed to use as a cum dump.
The very thought made her writhe as her orgasm shattered her into pieces. Over her, Tsok grunted as the sudden, crushing grip on the bulb of his cock wrenched another release from him. The heated splash of his seed inside her. Filling her. Marking her.
But he didn’t stop.
He released her hands and grabbed her legs instead. Before she could move, he was shoving her legs up. Putting her knees around her ears, her stilettos around his ears.
And, as she thought, they looked damn good there.
He snarled, eyes sparking over her, as he continued to go hard. Only now the messy, wet noises between her legs seemed much louder, so dirty. Folded nearly in half, she could see the point where their bodies connected. The way her pussy lips spread out around his girth, the shiny skin of his scaled shaft shunting in and out of her, stirring up their combined juices.
Filthy. Dripping down her mons, down her belly. Making her dirty with their pleasure. Disrespecting her body in the best way possible.
Then he leaned over, grinding into her, as his tongue lashed at her nipple. Playing with her piercing with a tongue rougher than she was accustomed to. Quicker. Flatter. The pull of the metal on her sensitive flesh made her cry out as he fucked her with the thick bulb at the base of his cock. Stretching and tormenting the sensitive flesh at her entrance.
“Tsok-” She wiggled. Wanting to put her arms around him. Wanting to give herself some kind of leverage to do something more than just lay there like his personal fuck puppet.
Except that apparently wasn’t allowed. He hadn’t gotten it out of his system yet. When she started to wiggle, he struck. Grabbing her with his teeth. The prick of his normal teeth along with the slide of his saber teeth around the back of her neck, made her freeze. Yet again. He’d done it to her multiple times already, but it was electricity every time. A stun that immobilized her, rendering her completely at his mercy as he continued claiming her as a toy for his release.
“Yes,” she panted, finally getting her hands on him. Grabbing his arms where they caged her in on either side, giving him more leverage as he pushed her again, right to that aching edge of ecstasy. A place of quivering anticipation. Her entire body tight. Struggling to chase her own pleasure, but stuck behind some kind of terrible, physical block that kept her teetering right there. Like her own body was punishing her for daring to crave that pleasure two times in a row.
Greedy woman. Selfish. She shouldn’t care for her pleasure right now. Her poor mate had been waiting so long, working so hard for her. She should focus on being a good little pussy for him.
He slammed deep at the same time that she clenched all her muscles. Tightening her channel. Trying to trap him inside. To milk him dry.
He tried to pull back. But the bulb was trapped inside her as she squeezed. Rotating her hips as much as she could folded up like she was.
Tsok grunted again. His entire body tensing. Like he was trying to fight it. Like he was struggling to keep himself from coming.
“Yes, yes…” She pleaded, nails digging into his skin. Squeezing, relaxing, squeezing… Trying to push him over that edge. Needing him to use her. Needing him to fill her. To replace all that he’d just fucked out and allowed to stain his fur and her belly.
He shuddered and went still, and she got what she wanted. That wonderful heat, the sudden pressure, the way he throbbed inside her.
She let out another cry, tensing under him as, finally, that last barrier broke and she careened over the edge into her own ecstasy. The second orgasm, much more intense than the first, made everything vanish as she existed only in the waves of pleasure that wracked her body. Making her shake. Making her pussy spasm around Tsok.
She barely even noticed when Tsok released her legs, letting them fall back down. She winced from the strain of having them scrunched up to her chest for so long. She whimpered, not wanting to be let go.
But she needn’t have worried. When he sat up, he grabbed her arms, pulling her with him. Into his lap, then down. He lay on his back, her limp, shaking body spread across his chest. Still inside her. He’d managed it without his cock sliding free. She could feel it there, hard and unyielding, their combined fluids starting to leak around her entrance. But it didn’t try to slip free and back into his sheath. It was happy, warm and sated, inside her.
She let out a long breath, snuggling into his fur. He was so warm and soft. She was happy to never move again.
Until her stomach suddenly growled.
Tsok tensed. She broke out into laughter.
“What was…”
She lifted her head, smiling at him. At his confused expression.
“I’m hungry.”
“You growl when you’re hungry?” He said, baffled. “You growl? ”
She laughed harder. “That wasn’t a growl. It was my tummy rumbling. You neglected to feed me.”
He blinked, then groaned. Head dropping back. “I am a terrible mate.”
“You’re doing great,” she countered, kissing the side of his muzzle. “After sex snacks happen to be my favorite post-sex activity. Let me ask you then, honored char: Do we have to actually get up and get food, or is there something in your fancy mansion that will bring it to us so I don’t have to move?” To punctuate her question, she squeezed her pussy again.
He groaned, and she swore she felt his cock twitch inside her. He put a hand on her ass, pushing her down, like he was trying to somehow get deeper while she laughed.
As it turned out, there was an automatic rolling cart that brought their food to them.