Chapter 24
Romival
Holly was wild for him.
When he rolled her nipple between his fingers, even through her dress, it was enough to make her jerk up, her back arching into his touch.
Each encounter he had with her, he had refused his own pleasure to focus only on hers. He gave her only mindless ecstasy at his hands and asked for nothing in return. Accustoming her to his touch and making her comfortable with her sexuality and him.
And the fruits of his labors were apparent now. So quickly, so easily, she responded to him. He could feel the wetness and heat of her cunt as he thrust against her through their clothes. He barely teased her breasts and already she was begging for more.
Human females were so responsive. So sensitive. It took nothing to train her body to anticipate his touch and she reacted so quickly. So honestly.
His cock was throbbing with the need to come, and his knot was aching with the desperate need to be buried in her sheath when he did so.
It was going to take all of his willpower to resist the urge to drive it deep and hold her tight, keep her from moving as he pumped all of this thick seed into her womb.
The instinctive urge to breed was not easily ignored.
But he had promised to make his Holly comfortable, and he would not break that word. Though it would make his knot harder and more painful every time he climaxed without submerging it in her wet heat, he would give her that because she needed it from him.
And it would make that marvelous moment when he did finally spear her fully that much greater from the buildup and denial.
For a moment, Romival just leaned back and admired her underneath him. Her skirt pooled around her waist, her hair coming undone, her strange, two eyes foggy with need as her dull little claws dug into his forearm as he continued to thrust against her covered cunt.
She was so unspeakably beautiful. Skin pinker than her dress. And she had given him permission to indulge his curiosity of her body.
His handheld med scanner was already nearby – in a drawer disguised in the headboard.
It wasn’t as detailed as his bigger scanner, nor could it display a holo of her body.
But it would provide almost all of the same information in text form.
He had put the device there just in case he could convince Holly to let him do this.
He hadn’t thought she’d agree immediately though and if he hadn’t already fallen for her, he would have then.
“I will have you this night,” he promised, grinning at the eager way she rocked her body up against his.
“But I want to scan you when you are at your most mindless. When your arousal is at its peak, just before your climax. Once I’ve got you shaking and begging and desperate, I’ll scan you.
And only once I have my scan will I finally fuck you. ”
She shivered, anticipation lighting her up from inside.
Romival reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress.
He pulled and, obligingly, she pushed herself up and let him yank it away.
She was left only in a pair of white panties and a bra, which surprised him.
He was used to only nursing or late-stage pregnant females wearing such things.
To see it on her made his cock bob with eager excitement.
He supposed, since human females always had breasts, they needed the support. It was at once erotic and deviant to see her breasts offered up to him in a beautiful, shining white fabric. Just begging for his lips to close over the hardened peaks and suckle.
He pressed the seal between her breasts and watched as they bounced free, the edges of the fabric falling open to either side of her body.
Then, her face burning bright, biting her lip, hands shaking, his brave little Holly grabbed her breasts and offered them up to him. Shy and uncertain about herself, but always willing to fight against her fear.
He didn’t resist her offering or his desires.
Romival covered her breasts, massaging one with his hand while his tongue circled the other before he took the hardened peak into his mouth. Why did it harden? What was the purpose of that? Why was it so pleasurable for her?
So many questions. His mind whirred with them as he teased and sucked the soft flesh. No milk came out no matter how hard he pulled or massaged, confirming that there wasn’t milk to be had despite their engorged size.
So, why have large breasts?
He figured he already had an answer. After all, she was the most sexual species he’d ever heard of, and his touch made her whimper and writhe. Her breasts were enlarged for sexual interest and pleasure – both for herself and her mate.
Romival certainly enjoyed them greatly. It was like a constant reminder that she could and should be bred. How beautiful she would look with her belly swollen with his pup.
The growl that rumbled in his chest made her moan. She loved the sound. She was so wonderfully sensitive.
He began kissing his way lower. Massaging her belly. Clutching her hips, then her thighs. He lifted her legs and braced them on his shoulders. The position was already a familiar one to her and she bit back a whimper as one of her hands pushed through his hair.
Romival breathed deep of his female and shuddered as his hips jerked forward with a reflexive need to bury himself inside her.
There was nothing in the universe so sweet as the taste of a mate on a male’s tongue, and Holly smelled and tasted indescribable.
He could easily spend hours feasting between her thighs, tonguing that sweetly pink flesh, watching as she was driven through one climax to the next, her voice getting louder and hoarser with each shout.
But he had a different goal in mind this day.
He feasted. His tongue slurped up through her juices as his fingers thrust into her impossibly wet and silky-smooth heat as he sucked on her clit. He watched as her thighs began to shake and her back began to bow as her voice got higher and more desperate.
And just before she climaxed, he pulled away.
She shouted in protest as he instead kissed the inside of her thighs, just low enough to not touch her wet and heated cunt.
Her fingers dug into his scalp in protest, but she didn’t ask what he was doing.
She didn’t beg for him to make her come.
He had already warned her what he was going to do, and she was prepared to take it.
The moment her orgasm danced out of reach, he returned and did it again. It took less time than before, and her cry of frustration was louder. Then again, a third time. Then, a fourth. He edged her for nearly half a mark, and she took it.
Krik, she was perfect.
After the fourth time, when he leaned back to check on her, it was to find her shaking, sweating, and babbling nonsense words interspersed with pleas for him to finish her. Her little cunt was bright red and pulsing with arousal, dripping with it.
Romival sat up and reached over her head to pull open the hidden drawer and retrieve the handheld med scanner. But he didn’t use it right away.
Instead, he set it down beside her as he once again returned his mouth to her slit. Mercilessly, he sucked her overstimulated clit into his mouth and flicked it rapidly with his tongue as he shoved three fingers into her well lubed and stretched hole.
She was so ready for him. And he was aching for her. His knot was painful with the need to be sheathed in her heat, precum dripped from the tip of his cock.
But he ignored his own pleasure as he brought her back to the edge just one more time. His motions were fast and rough, and it seemed to take no time at all before, yet again, he saw the telltale signs of impending climax.
He jerked himself free, pointed the med scanner at her cunt, and pressed the scan button.
It only took a few seconds. He didn’t even bother to look at the display. The moment it flashed, alerting him that it was finished, he tossed it to the side.
In a single motion he grabbed her hips, jerked them up, aligned them with his weeping cockhead, and slammed deep, right to the bulge of his knot.
Holly squealed. She thrashed underneath him like he had hurt her, but her entire body locked up and shook as, finally, her climax broke over her.
And he cursed because he discovered something new about human females.
Her cunt was sucking his cock.
The rippling contractions of her sheath were milking him, as though trying to encourage his seed to burst forth. He had felt her climax on his fingers before, but he hadn’t realized just how deep or powerful the sensation would be around his much bigger shaft.
When he looked down to where their bodies connected, it was to see the petals of her inner lips spread wide over the invading flesh. Despite his efforts to stretch her in preparation for this, he was still pushing the limits of her body’s ability.
“Romi…” She gasped, pulling his gaze back to her face. Her eyes were foggy with pleasure. Her entire upper body was now that pink he so loved. The flush of it covering both breasts, skipping her belly, but blooming again around her stretched hole.
“Hold on, vi Vakara,” he told her, his voice rough with need.
Her fingers tightened obediently into the bed, her knees around his hips.
He thrust into her – hard and fast and uncompromising. Taking, at last, the pleasure he had been denying himself in his quest to see her comfortable with his touch.
He threw back his head, growling his ecstasy as he plunged in and out of her heat. Yanking her hips up to meet his pelvis with a wet smack. The gasps and cries punctuating each thrust was pure beauty. A symphony of a single instrument that deafened him to anything else.