Chapter 28
Tuvo
This was a sight worth fighting and dying for. His female, pulling up her skirt to make room for herself on his lap. Her face flushed with excitement. Her body eager for his touch.
But he must be paralyzed with fear, because he couldn’t touch her in turn. He couldn’t move. He just kept thinking about what would happen if he buried himself inside her. If her moans of pleasure turned into screams of pain. If blood coated his cock and he damaged her irreparably.
No. He couldn’t do it.
But Hattie had no such fear. She moved over him, completely confident, as she pulled out the pin keeping her dress on and tossed it away. She did the same with his kilt, spreading it out underneath him as she bared his body to her eyes fully for the first time.
Running her nails down his chest, tormenting him with the sensation, she said, “Don’t worry about anything. Let me.”
“But…”
“If I do it, you can’t hurt me, right?”
“That’s… true,” he mumbled, wondering if that was some kind of excuse to make himself feel better.
But then Hattie tossed aside her loose dress and he got his first look at her body and all rational thought flew from his mind.
His Hattie was all lush curves and rich softness.
Decadent and delicious. She grabbed his hands and put them to her breasts and the bountiful flesh spilled over his fingers.
Gorgeous. Stunning. And all his, claiming him as she ought.
His thumbs flicked over her nipples and the flesh tightened and hardened under his touch.
His tongue itched to run along the textured surface.
To taste her skin and feast upon her body.
“That’s nice,” she moaned softly, smiling as he massaged the heavy mounds. “Now, I think it’s about time I paid you back. Don’t you?”
He had no idea what she was talking about. No part of him could divert from the squishy delights filling his palms.
But then she took them away and, devastated, he focused back on her. Just in time to see her crawling down his body and putting her face near his cock.
His eyes widened. Was she…?
He had heard humans did that. Taking their males in their mouths. Domini females couldn’t. Not with their fangs. Was Hattie going to…?
She let her tongue flop out and licked all the way up from his knot, over his shaft, and, with some strain to her jaw, closed her lips around the triangularly shaped head. As much as she was able to reach. And she didn’t just put her mouth on him; she sucked.
Tuvo growled, back arching, fisting the fabric of the mattress under his body. Her little tongue rubbed right on the sensitive spot on the underside of his head as she bobbed up and down. Struggling and not quite succeeding to take him fully inside. He was just too big to fit past her teeth.
But that didn’t stop her from trying. Slurping and sucking and stroking his length with one hand while squeezing his knot with the other.
“Krik…” He growled. “Your little mouth… hot…”
She laughed and the vibration made him buck up against her.
Dislodging her. He snarled, but he couldn’t complain when she instead began sucking on his balls.
She rolled one around in the sack with her tongue, then switched to the other, all the while jerking at his cock, using her spit as lube, while her other hand scratched her nails down his thigh leaving streaks of fire in their wake.
“Hattie… please,” he growled, feeling his release rising but fighting it back. He couldn’t. Not yet. It belonged inside her. He needed to be inside her.
She lifted her head, a self-satisfied grin on her face in the low, flickering candlelight.
“I like you begging,” she said, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. “I like having this power over you.”
“You own me, vi kyrya. I am yours.”
“Listen.” Her order was followed by a slick squelching sound. He didn’t have to think to know those were her fingers working in her little cunt. “Hear how ready I am for you?”
He growled. “Three fingers, Hattie. Stretch it for me.”
“You’re so big,” she agreed, nuzzling his cock. “You want to be inside me?”
“Yes-s-s,” he hissed painfully, muscles in his abdomen jumping as the urge to thrust up met his continued worry over harming her.
She saw the twitching and grinned, pressing a kiss against them before trailing her tongue down the line through the center of his muscles, back to his cock. She ran her tongue up the shaft before once again clasping her mouth over the head.
He growled, cock throbbing against her tongue. “Don’t, Hattie… Inside you, please…”
She came off with a wet pop that nearly broke him. She looked so happy. Like he had just made all of her dreams come true.
She crawled up his body. Kissing each of his jumping muscles along the way. She flicked one of his nipples with her tongue as she reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock. But she didn’t notch it against her entrance like he expected.
Instead, she rubbed her slit all along his length. Slowly, shivering as his ridges and veins slid against her clit. Making him slick for her.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of teasing her wet flesh against his, she leaned forward, balanced on his chest, and notched him at her entrance.
But when she tried to sit back, he slid right off and up the crack of her ass. He groaned. The sweet kiss of heat, a promise unfulfilled.
A look of determination crossed her face, and Hattie leaned forward again. She encircled his cock with both hands, just under the head, and put him at her entrance. This time, she kept her grip firm when she tried to rock back.
Tuvo’s entire body was clenched and taut as, just barely, his head slowly began to breech her.
“Tight…” He growled, a feeling almost like pain encasing him. But he didn’t want her to stop. He needed more of that sweet agony.
Hattie circled her hips, biting her lip, spreading more of her slick, before beginning to rock – up and down. Taking in slightly more and more of him each time she dropped back until, with a pop, his head finally breached her entrance.
She cried out as he jerked and shuddered. Very nearly emptying himself inside her then and there. He didn’t know what kept him from moving now, because it certainly wasn’t fear. Everything else had burned to nothing now that he had this.
Her little cunt was tight and wet. And hot.
So hot. It burned and squeezed him, dancing a very fine line between ecstasy and agony.
It was incredible. His fingers twitched, eager to grab her hips and slam her down.
To bury himself completely inside her. To feel the embrace of her cunt along his entire length as he planted his head right at her womb. But he couldn’t move.
Hattie, however, looked strained. Her eyes were glazed as she took quick shallow breaths. Legs shaking from holding herself up, hands clenching against his chest. She didn’t look pleasured. She looked like Peony when she had been in the early stages of her labor.
The sight curdled his pleasure in his gut.
“Hattie, stop,” he said. “It’s okay. I can use my fingers. My tongue. I’m eager to taste you, vi kyrya. I need nothing more than that.”
Instead of relief or gratitude, a stubborn expression crossed her face, and she adjusted her stance, widening her knees, her gaze focused back on him.
“I can do it,” she said, “Just… Just give me a minute to adjust.”
“You don’t have to-”
“Yes, I do.” She gritted her teeth as she squeezed all the muscles of her sheath, nearly breaking him again, before relaxing them all at once. “I am going to do this. I am going to make love to my big, sexy alien boyfriend.”
“You’re in pain.”
“Like losing my virginity all over again,” she hissed, rolling her hips. Forward and back. Stroking and gripping his cockhead in a vice.
Groaning, Tuvo’s head dropped back. Letting her work. Letting her try to force herself down further and, with each microlength of his cock she took, he fought harder and harder against his climax. Not wanting to come when she was struggling.
But then she licked her fingers and reached between them, trying to get his cock even more slippery so she could take more, and he lost the fight.
This time, when her hips started rotating again, he surrendered. Head falling back, sac drawing up, the orgasm was like sliding into steaming water. A release, smooth and easy, but heated and painful. His knot was ignored, so the pumps of seed that filled her channel weren’t much.
But it was enough to slick her way.
She sank a little further, her eyes widened in surprise. “You… Did you…?”
“Will that help?” He asked, abdominal muscles still jumping from the lingering climax.
“You’re still hard,” she chuckled, resuming her movements. “You can keep going?”
“I have more. Can you take more?”
She pulled up, his seed and her juices leaving his cock shiny and wet, the skin there dark red as it tried to camouflage against her sheath.
She sank back again, forcing herself down deeper than before.
Taking about half of his length in one go.
He groaned as she gasped, nails digging into his chest.
She took another break then, to breathe and clench her already impossibly tight cunt around him as she adjusted to his size.
Once her breathing had calmed, she smiled. “Ready?”
“At your pleasure, vi kyryra.”
She began to bounce. Her thighs clenching and shaking, grunting and panting with each harsh motion up and down.
Tuvo could finally move. He grabbed her thighs, wrapping his fingers around until they rested at the back of her trembling legs.
Letting her use them as a board to balance on, making her ride easier.
Krik, he could barely breathe. She was so beautiful. Breasts bouncing, body writhing, his cock repeatedly disappearing into the hot grip of her cunt. Again and again. Getting incrementally deeper and deeper.
Until suddenly he hit a barrier at the back, and she winced. The end of her channel. She stopped, both of them breathing fast, as he checked.
Still about a fourth of his cock was outside. Not including his knot.
A knot, he realized with a sinking sense of dismay, she would never be able to take. But it was already more than he ever expected from her. This was enough.
“How much… left?” She gasped.
“You’ve got all you need,” he said, not wanting to lie.
She groaned, head dropping back. “Crud. There’s more. Okay. Hold on. Let me just…”
“Hattie,” he groaned as she started grinding her way down. Trying to force more of him inside. “You don’t… You’ll hurt yourself.”
“I stretch,” she promised. “Just got to… get it going… I need your knot.”
“No, Hattie.”
“Yes,” she groaned, taking in more of him. Forcing her body to accept him. Stuffing herself so full, he felt sure he would hurt herself if she kept going. “Give me more. Come inside me again.”
“You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Come inside me now or I force it all in as is. Fill me up. Give it to me!”
Tuvo groaned, fingers digging into the meat of her thighs. How could a male hear that, his female pleading for his cum, and be unaffected? She owned him. She controlled him.
And as her hips rocked and spun, her entire sheath clutching him so tight it hurt, he came. A long groan in his throat, his back arching up, clutching her thighs. His knot was still ignored, so it was still only a few ropes of his seed pumped into her.
But it got her slick again. It made her smile, so happy to be filled. So joyful to feel his seed spreading into her womb. Where it belonged.
Two unknotted orgasms was too much, and not enough. He needed more. He couldn’t stop himself now.
He grabbed her hips and bucked up, sending her sprawling over his chest. But his grip meant her hips stayed right where he wanted them, suspended in the air, hole open and vulnerable.
He planted his feet and began thrusting up.
Slamming his cock deep until his head struck against that barrier in the back, determined to either break through or force it back.
At that moment, he didn’t care which. Hattie was crying out, fingers clutching his shoulders, entire body rocking as he stirred up their combined juices.
And when she came, her cunt strangling his cock, he redoubled his efforts. And at first, he could barely move, but as her orgasm faded, he found he could get deeper. His cock was now fully buried. All that was left was his knot.
And his determination.