Chapter 33
Holly
Was there any better way to wake up than warm and snuggled up next to your partner from a deep, dreamless sleep?
Morning sex probably ranked up there.
She eagerly ran her hands down Romival’s back and to his tail. She stroked the base before wrapping it around her hand. He let it encircle her wrist as well. Clinging to her with the versatile appendage as he licked and sucked on her neck.
He had refused to have sex with her last night. Which she had respected after some initial, mostly playful, protests and seduction attempts. In a way, she even found it sweet that his concern for her overpowered his dick’s input.
Apparently, that concern had run its course and it was time to make up for the missed opportunity. And she absolutely agreed as she eagerly spread her legs, creating a space for him, and locked her knees around his hips.
Holly couldn’t say exactly what changed in her.
Maybe a brush with death just had a way of making every other fear and worry seem pointless.
Maybe some primal part of her brain recognized her near death and demanded she preserve the bloodline.
Maybe she just didn’t want to miss out on her chance to enjoy Romival fully.
She wanted his knot.
His sperm only lasted a few hours, right? Donivi told her that he had hastened her period while she was having her poisoning cured, so she was back at the beginning. She wouldn’t ovulate for over a week. She was completely safe.
And she actually found the slight risk exciting. Like dancing with danger that she secretly wanted to hurt her.
She was going to be his mate anyway. What did it matter if she got knocked up now or later? There were no social expectations of first comes marriage then the baby carriage here. Why should she deny herself his knot when she might not be alive tomorrow?
The decision was already made in her head. The frantic justifications were just that – justifications to herself about why this was a good idea actually. And the rest of her brain was completely suppressed by the aching need in her pussy that also voted yes on the knot issue.
She wanted it. She wanted him.
“Romival, now! Please!” She begged, undulating her body up against him. He growled at her enthusiasm as his claws shredded at the pants he was wearing – having put them on to resist her attempts at convincing him to be more horny than concerned last night.
And it was probably the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
Her alien professor, three eyes practically aglow, skin fading from gold to blue to green, using his claws to shred his clothing because the extra seconds it would take to remove them properly was entirely too long, was such a raw and delicious sight it sent an excited thrill straight to her core.
But when his hands returned to her, grasping her breasts so he could lift her nipples to his mouth, his claws were gone again. She felt nothing but the coarseness of his skin and the slight roughness of his tongue as he sucked and licked and nipped at the sensitive peaks.
Despite her plea, he was only teasing her entrance.
Rubbing his cock against her slit with slow, smooth thrusts that she met with her own desperate humping.
He ignored her attempts to work him inside, keeping one hand hostage with his tail and the other with his free hand, preventing her from grabbing his shaft herself.
“Stop teasing me,” she whimpered, her voice breaking at the end, back arching, when he sucked extra hard, like he was trying to see if he could give her nipples a hickey.
He chuckled at her reaction as he began kissing his way down her body.
He kept her wrists hostage as he used his shoulders to shove her thighs up, putting them around his ears.
Opening the space he needed to feast on her pussy.
Grunting, growling, moaning with pleasure at the act.
He didn’t even seem to care when her thighs would clutch at his head as she rocked her hips, grinding her crotch against his face.
He loved it more. Loud and messy and shameless. Holly tugged at his grip, wanting to push at his head and pull at his hair, but he didn’t let her. He kept her helpless and open to him as he sucked at her clit, his eyes meeting hers over her mound as his tongue flicked and slurped.
The sight was sexy and raunchy and delicious.
The burning lust and joy in his eyes as he watched her writhe and moan and whimper broke her apart.
She climaxed with a scream, her head thrown back, her thighs trembling and tightening around his head.
He continued to eat, his moans getting deeper, the sounds of his tongue and lips wetter, as she came on his face.
His name rolled desperately past her lips, again and again, as her pussy clenched on his tongue, aching for something thicker. Something hotter. Something wider.
“Inside me… please!” Her voice was high and breathless.
Romival pressed a kiss to her mons, drawing out both her torment and her climax.
He finally released both her wrists and she grabbed for him, clutching his neck, kissing him hungrily.
She tasted herself on his lips, felt the rumble of his growl as he reached between them and fed his cock into her, then pushed forward with agonizing, delicious slowness.
The moment his pelvis met hers, she tried to lock her ankles behind his back, but his trim waist was too wide. She was forced to dig her heels into his muscular backside instead, rocking her hips up until she felt his knot pressing at her entrance.
Yes. Yes! That was what she wanted.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, trying to push herself onto the turgid bulb, but he was already so big, even without the knot, and she didn’t have a good angle.
He was thrusting. Pounding her into the furs.
His face in her neck. Sucking on the flesh, his body rippling with power as each stroke hit her like a bolt of lightning.
All the while, that swollen flesh teased at her entrance.
Stretching her with the threat of penetration, but never actually pushing it into her.
She didn’t feel her second climax coming. She was so focused on his knot and her efforts to take it inside her body, she didn’t realize she was about to come until it broke over her. She had no breath to scream this time, a choked sound forced past her throat as she convulsed beneath him.
All the while, he continued thrusting. His fangs pressing against her neck now, like he was holding her down with the threat of their point against her soft flesh.
It was danger with a safe edge. Holly would have freaked out if anyone else had put something sharp right next to her jugular.
But she was so confident that Romival wouldn’t hurt her, that she was completely safe with him, the hint of danger brought a new sharpness to her peak as she grabbed his head in one hand and his muscular ass in the other.
He was close. She could feel it in the rapid, deep, strokes as he grunted in effort, rushing towards his own release.
“Y-You’re knot…” she begged, her voice breathless and wanting.
“I know,” he promised, grinding it against her.
Yes, that! She wanted to release the words, but she was so sensitive after the second orgasm that the rubbing of his pelvis against her clit robbed her of her breath.
Too much and not enough all at once.
He threw back his head roaring-
-as he pulled his dick out and came on her tits.
Holly gasped as he squeezed his own knot, trying to simulate the clutch of her pussy. It forced just a bit more from his cock that landed in warm lashes of white across her breasts.
And the sight cut through her pleasurable haze like a hot knife. She stared in dismay as Romival continued stroking himself, holding himself off her body by a single hand, his eyes clenched, his entire frame wracked with pleasure.
If he had been a human, she would have been excited.
Proud of herself even. Her man’s pullout game was strong, and she had managed to bring that look that blurred the line between agony and ecstasy to his face.
She’d probably play with her tits for him, spreading his jizz around, try to emulate a porn actress for his enjoyment.
But Romival wasn’t human, and he had told her himself that it was considered an insult to not come inside your female.
And those words just kept ringing in her head on repeat as Romival collapsed at her side, breathing hard but grinning. He scooped her up against his side, smirking down at the sight of his wet seed splashed across her breasts.
“You know,” he chuckled, spreading his spend across her nipple, “I can see why human males enjoy that.”
Holly didn’t say anything, because she wasn’t sure what she should say.
“We must get up,” Romival said regretfully, oblivious to her confusion and hurt, as he kissed the top of her head. “We still have time to do your yoga. And we shouldn’t push Atem too far. Especially not after you were so recently hurt.”
“Er, I should go clean up,” she said, forcing a smile before standing up so she could go take a quick shower in the cleanser.