Chapter 31
Hattie
“Tuvo, please!” Hattie keened, fisting his head as she struggled against his hold.
His hands were unmoving iron bands on her hips, his tongue tracing lazy, determined circles around her clit. He hummed his appreciation, not for the first time, as his tail continued to slowly, tortuously, work in and out of her pussy.
He had to have been down there for nearly an hour now. She already came twice. But each drop he wrung from her tired body only made him determined to drink more.
Tuvo had eaten her out last night for the first time, and he was now addicted. They hadn’t finished dinner tonight before he scooped her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and paraded her, shamelessly, in front of everyone as he took her back to their house.
He didn’t even give her a chance to get undressed.
He just pulled her legs apart and stuck his head under her skirt.
Her panties were dangling off a single ankle that bobbed in the air, her thighs pushed up thanks to his broad shoulders.
She couldn’t even see him. His head was just an obscene lump moving under her skirt.
Her last orgasm had been a long time ago now. She had passed the oversensitivity that immediately followed, the buildup after that, and now was just tense, yearning, needing more.
But he was taking his time. Teasing. Tormenting. Making her suffer because licking and sucking was his pleasure, not hers.
“Tuvo!” She begged, nearly sobbing.
“Wait,” he ordered, no small amount of amusement in his voice.
“Please,” she whimpered, curling up, fingers digging into his head. “Tuvo, mercy.”
“I want more.”
“I can’t take it!”
She fell back with a cry, her body shuddering. Trembling right there on the edge. His tail was thick, but it was slow and smooth. It also wasn’t as big as his cock.
And that was a stretching pain she craved now. She had been without it for two days and it was two days too long.
He sighed. Like she was inconveniencing him. He tossed his head back, freeing himself from her skirt, and grinned at her. Lips and face glistening with her release. Growling. Smug.
Hattie could only imagine how much of a mess she looked. Hair wild from thrashing. Dress mussed from being manhandled. Face burning, eyes tearing, sweat dripping at her temples. She knew she had to look crazy.
But his eyes were tender and approving as he lifted himself up to kiss her. She nearly sobbed, eager to taste herself on his lips, but needing more. But their pelvises didn’t match up. She was just too small. If he was kissing her, he wasn’t fucking her.
She humped up against him, rubbing her pussy on his abs. But that was practically nothing compared to the debilitating sensation of him inside her.
He chuckled at her desperation as he sat up on his knees. He grabbed her hips and jerked them up, setting her butt on his thighs as his tail pulled out of her with a slick suctioning sound.
“Put it in,” he ordered.
She smiled in relief, nearly thanking him, as she reached between their bodies. He aligned them as she placed his head at her entrance. She learned from last time and held him there, keeping him from slipping off as he pushed forward.
There was an instant of resistance before he pushed through. She gasped, back arching as her eyes rolled. That incredible pressure was even better than she remembered. She was still stretched but there was less pain this time.
It was incredible.
And it seemed never ending. He pushed her thighs up and out of the way, making space for him to press deeper and deeper.
She was certainly wet enough. She could practically feel her guts making room for him.
He was the master of her body and he demanded that she make space – and she was helpless to obey.
The bulb of his knot pressed against her entrance just as the pressure against her cervix became too much. She nearly wept because she had done it. In one long, smooth glide, she had taken his entire shaft in one go.
“Look at you,” Tuvo growled, thumb rubbing her clit slowly. “Hattie. Look.”
She could barely breathe. How could she when she was stuffed so full? But she had to obey. Shaking, panting, she lifted her head and peered down as he canted her hips up. Showing her their lewd connection.
And it was startling. She looked like she was being split in half. Her clit and inner lips were exposed, wrapped tight around him – the skin all red and taut.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” He asked, grinning. “You’re so beautiful like this. All stretched out for me. Don’t you think you’re pretty?”
She whimpered.
“Tell me. Tell me how pretty you are.”
“I-I’m… I’m pretty…”
“Yes, you are,” he growled, pulling out and rocking his hips forward. Thrusting, but not pounding too hard. But it was big and ridged and it was him, raw and unyielding inside her.
She laughed breathlessly. Not finding it funny but overwhelmed and needing to release some of her emotions or risk being driven mad from them.
Tuvo moved, slow and strong. Long, deep strokes that reminded her body that it was supposed to be a receptacle for his cock. A sleeve sized only for him. And it was incredible.
She came with a sob. Letting it shatter her as he kept going. Just as relentless with his dick as he had been with his tongue.
She flopped back. Weak and helpless as his thrusts got faster, more erratic.
“Take it,” he growled, forcing his knot against her.
She whimpered but urged her muscles to relax. He didn’t pop in this time so much as squeezing, sliding into place and locking at her entrance. Tuvo growled in approval, grinding against her, forcing her thighs to spread so far, she felt the tendons stretching.
But then he came and none of that mattered. The pressure got warm and wet and swimmy inside her, filling her up with his thick seed. She hummed in approval, resting her hands on her belly. She could swear that she felt him there, just under the skin.
With a grunt, he collapsed over her. His huge body encasing her entirely. She wasn’t mad about it. She took in a deep breath of his scent as she flicked his nipple once with her tongue.
He chuckled, scooping her up and rolling them over.
Keeping them locked together but letting her splay out over his chest so he didn’t crush her.
She shivered from the night air hitting her exposed skin around the dress that still hadn’t come off, and immediately he was there, pulling the blanket over their bodies and fixing the mosquito netting.
She hummed with the echoes of her orgasms as even that slight movement moved him and his abundant seed inside her channel, messing her up further. She could feel him dripping out of her again and she loved it.
“How are you, vi kyrya?” He asked, rubbing her back gently. “Did I hurt you?”
She nodded with a delighted moan, kissing his chest. “Yes. You killed me. I’m dead now.”
He chuckled, “Want me to take your bra off? Get you more comfortable?”
“Yes, please,” she beamed. He was so thoughtful. And that bra definitely wasn’t coming off if she had to do it. Not only did she no longer possess the dexterity to move her fingers around the hooks, but all the strength in her body had been burned away and she was left a melted puddle.
Tuvo popped the hooks out one at a time, putting an adorable amount of concentration into the effort – she had removed her bra each time they had been together, and female domini only wore bras when they were nursing. He finally got it loose and helped her limbs through before tossing it away.
“Ready for me to pull you off now?” He asked, hands going to her hips.
She shook her head, burying her face in his pecs. “No way.”
He laughed. “Not that I’m protesting, but you can’t be comfortable up there.”
“I’m dead. Dead women are comfortable wherever you leave them.”
“I’ll happily keep you plugged through the night when we’re back on the Stor, but we don’t know if something might happen, and I don’t want to yank you off suddenly or be caught in a vulnerable position if something happens. So, up you go.”
The Stor? It was the first time he had mentioned them being together beyond the bounds of whatever this adventure was. Which meant he saw them together going forward. That had to mean something, right?
She made a prolonged sound of protest in the back of her throat as he carefully pulled her off. The rush of fluid made her shiver. And she realized the same must have happened last night. She had to clean this mattress.
Tuvo pulled her up, laying her across his chest again, but now with her head resting on his shoulder, face in his neck. She hummed in approval. She could clean up tomorrow.
“We made a mess,” he laughed, holding her close.
She grinned, kissing his neck. “Yeah, a nice,” kiss, “big,” kiss, “gooey,” kiss, “mess.”
“It’s a good thing you’ve got your ovulation turned off.”
Her eyes, that had been drifting shut, snapped open. Just in time to see his close as he relaxed back into the bed. Happy to sleep now.
But what did that mean? Did he not want to risk getting her pregnant? Was he not serious about her? Did he think she’d be a bad mother? That was one of the only reasons a male domini would refuse to give a female his seed – or, in this case, be glad it couldn’t take root.
And now that she was thinking about it, he had never called her his mate.
No longer quite so relaxed and sleepy, Hattie stayed up late, questions and worries beating at her mind as Tuvo slept beneath her.