18. Phoebe
18
PHOEBE
H is rough hands pull me against him. I moan into his mouth, my tongue fighting with his. He manhandles, or Urr’ki-handles, my body as if I’m nothing more than a rag doll. His hands are everywhere and yet it is not fast enough. I want more.
I want him.
My empty pussy aches. Pleasure coils in the lowest part of my belly, ready to explode. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against him.
He grabs my hair and tugs my head backwards, exposing my throat. He dives into me. His lips kissing while the roughness of his tusks drag across my skin. I cry out with pleasure.
Grabbing onto his braids and using them for balance, I lean back further, opening myself up to him.
What am I doing?
As much as I am enjoying this, it’s also as if I’m sitting on the sidelines while experiencing it too. This isn’t me. I’m not a woman who takes what I want. Sex is that scary, terrifying, painful thing that happens to me, not something that I own and enjoy.
But that’s not how this is. Not with Vapas.
And strangest of all, this feels far from the first time we’ve done this. As we move, giving each other access, there is a rhythm, a flow that I’ve never experienced. As if each of us knows what the other is about to do and moves accordingly.
This is an intricate dance performed by professional dancers. Bodies moving in a perfect synchronicity and that doesn’t just happen. Not in my albeit limited experience. Pleasure fills my body and commands my attention.
Fully clothed still but already I’m dancing on the edge of an orgasm. His mouth is working across my shoulder. Somehow he manages to get a grip on my shirt. That separate part of me tries to cry out to wait, but that rational brain piece is too slow and too far removed from the immediacy of sensations.
The buttons of my shirt snap with a pop, flying away and rattling across the table and floor. My cloth bound breasts are exposed to the air for the first time in the presence of another person since I came on this mission.
He growls and it rumbles against my core, vibrating against my clit that I am grinding against him. I gasp which turns into a moan. With a rough grip he grabs the fabric holding my tits and harshly tears it free. My breasts bounce painfully but the discomfort is overridden by pleasure.
He doesn’t hesitate. His lips close around my diamond hard nipples and I lose myself. My orgasm doesn’t come, it explodes. Pleasure overrides every rational thought. My body arches, every muscle contracting, as stars explode in my head.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” I gasp over and over but he doesn’t ease up.
His soft lips, rough tongue, and his tusks scraping over my skin. He lashes the nipple with his tongue. A sucking sound as the seal of his lips momentarily breaks. I’m left shuddering and helpless in his arms but he’s not stopping.
As the initial intensity eases and muscles begin to relax he switches to my other tit. His mouth sealing around the peak. While he continues, my need remains overwhelming. The orgasm, as great as it was, accentuates the empty aching.
Struggling against the press of our bodies together, I try to get my hands on my pants. I have to lean further back causing him to lose his grip on my tits. He growls, low and almost angrily then attacks my boob again, slamming his lips down onto it and sucking hard.
“Oh god,” I gasp in response to the intensity of the pleasure.
His tongue is insistent as if he is savoring my skin. I’m bent back over his one arm holding me off the table. I can only get one hand onto the hem of my pants and, though it’s difficult, I work them down onto my hips.
Vapas doesn’t stop. His free hand grips my free tit. He grinds his hips against my crotch. I feel his hard cock straining to break free.
Fighting to get my pants off, my hand runs over my mound, accidentally pressing onto my throbbing clit. I gasp as I’m rocked by floods of sensation. Blinking and gasping, I wriggle my hips, which only intensifies the feelings.
Vapas lifts his head. The air is chill on my wet tit but our eyes meet and the fire burning in his is undeniable. I can’t wait. I wiggle and manage to get my pants over my hips.
He knows, senses, or somehow understands what I’m trying to do, lying me down onto the table. Stepping back he grabs the hem of my pants. Our eyes are locked onto one another and for the briefest of moments I think he’s going to stop this. The conflict is in his eyes as well as written on his face. His lips part and I know what he’s thinking. Know in a way that is an absolute certainty, that he’s going to say no and stop.
But before he speaks he inhales the heavy scent of musk and sex. His nose wrinkles and desire fills his eyes, washing away the doubts and uncertainties. It’s holding my own doubts and fears at bay too.
His claws scrape my skin and then he rips my pants off, throwing them to one side. An instant later, his pants drop with a jangle to the stone floor and his cock bounces as it drops.
His cock is big. Bigger than anything I’ve ever had. Trepidation makes my heart flutter, but I’m too ready and the need is too great. He steps forward, his eyes focused on my pussy.
My cheeks flush with warmth but instead of retreating like I would any other time, I spread my legs wider. The scent of my sex becoming stronger as I feel my lips part, inviting him in. He takes a step forward and the head of his cock pierces my outer labia.
Someone pounds on the door.