Chapter Five #2
I crawl to her on my hands and knees, wrapping my arms around her hips and burying my face between her legs. I don’t know if this is the right way to proceed, but I’m desperate to match a taste to her scent and—
“Fuck. Oh fuck, you are perfect,” I moan, delving my tongue into the wet, petal-like folds. “Yes, this is what I smelled, Diana. Wet girl. My wet girl.”
Still on my knees, I walk her backward until she falls onto the pallet with a gasp.
I keep her thighs spread with my hands and study her pink flesh.
As I suspected, it’s been created to correspond with a man.
There are two smooth layers that part to reveal a shadowed area, a glistening hole, and while I’m worried I might hurt Diana getting my cock to fit there, I will get it in.
It’s the only way to claim her and calm this possessive storm inside me. Mine. This female is mine.
I’m getting ready to lick her some more when I notice a button amongst the folds and I prod it curiously with my tongue.
Diana’s back arches off the pallet. “Oh. Ohhhhhh .”
My brows knit together. This sound she makes is very similar to the one I make when I’m massaging my cock. Using my fingers to spread Diana open, I lean in and lick that nub again again again and she fists my hair, dragging me closer, writhing her damp little parts against my mouth.
“That feels so good. Please. P-please don’t stop.”
“Yet another lie I have uncovered, Diana. You can feel pleasure.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I…I knew I could feel pleasure, I’ve just never tried it on myself. Oh, please, just do it again.”
“As if I could stop,” I snarl, my chest puffing with purpose.
This knowledge, that I can gratify my mate, is even more intoxicating than taking my own release.
Yes. Yes. This is my new purpose. Licking Diana’s…
“What is this called?” I ask, tonguing the little bud and feeling her juices run down my chin.
Heaven. “What is this pink button called that makes you squirm for Ike?”
Her stomach hollows and shakes. “It’s my clit.”
“Clit,” I breathe, rubbing it in a circle with my thumb. “Such a pretty, little clit you have, Diana. Does it like my tongue?”
“ Yes! ”
“Good. Maybe I’ll lick it morning, noon and night.
Would you like that?” My hips move up and back, dragging my hard cock against the bedding.
I could achieve relief this way, thrusting at the bunched blankets while I taste Diana’s girl part, but I force myself to stop, knowing I will be unhappy loosing my seed anywhere but her tight hole.
At the mental reminder of her wet entrance, I find it with my finger and twist the digit inside, grunting at how snug she is.
I am having trouble getting my finger inside her, let alone my cock.
My tongue continues to lap at her clit while I struggle to work in a second finger, hoping to prepare her for what’s coming.
I’m reveling in the shape and texture of her nub, the whining sounds it brings out of her mouth, when Diana begins to pulse and constrict around my fingers.
“What is this, Diana? What is happening?”
She pulls at my hair. “ Don’t stop! ”
Mobilized by the desperation in her tone, likening it to mine when I have to empty my balls, I push my fingers deep and writhe my tongue against her clit, hard, fast, harder, faster.
And when she screams, her thighs shaking around my head, I feel a gush of moisture on my lips and know I’ve brought off my female.
I lick her through the throes of her pleasure, then I rear up and pound my chest with both fists. “ My female is satisfied .” I shove down the waistband of my pants and fall between her thighs, shuddering with need so strong I’ve never experienced its equal. “Now you will take my seed.”
“Yes,” she moans, petting her breasts, her eyes open on me in something akin to awe. “I have to please you, too. I need it .”
I reach down and grip my cock, shoving the fat tip against her small hole, rubbing in circles to gather moisture, knowing instinctively we’re going to need as much as we can get.
“You are my fate, Diana. That’s how I know you will be able to take my cock,” I murmur against her mouth, taking it in a slow, wet mating of tongues.
“Fate would not bring us together if I couldn’t fit. It is not that cruel.”
She nods vigorously and settles her small hands on my shoulders. “Will you keep kissing me?”
“Forever. For all of my days,” I say, pressing my cock inside her hole.
It is nearly impossible not to throw my head back and roar over her tightness, how it strangles my cock, but I fight through the gratifying sensations and make love to her mouth, swallowing her little sounds of distress—and eventually her scream when I plow all the way forward, filling her to the hilt.
Wrapped in her incredible snugness, I can no longer hold in my bellow of possession.
It rips through the cave and I start to thrust. “ MINE. MINE. MINE .”
“Ike,” she sobs, her small breasts bouncing with each of my crude pumps. “It feels so good. How can it feel so good ?”
“Because you’re the reason I have a cock, tiny human,” I rasp, my drives growing more aggressive, wet sounds bouncing off the walls of the cave.
“Open your legs and receive it. Know that it was built just for your virgin girl parts. And your parts are all mine now. I will lick you and fill you with my spend. You are mine, soft, tight, beautiful girl. You are mine, Diana! ”
I am going to blow. My lower back pulls taut with strain, my balls hiked up against my body, plump and full. Needing to empty. Wanting badly to feel Diana’s release again, while I’m inside her this time, I reach down and tease her clit with my fingertips and she jerks, eyes widening. Yes.
“ Ike ,” she wails, her pinned hips trying to roll beneath me, but my weight mostly preventing her.
Though, she doesn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite.
My instinct tells me my female likes being held down, so I give her some more of my weight and pound my cock into her without restraint.
My God, my God, she’s hot and dripping wet.
Her hole is my salvation. The pressure inside me is more powerful than it has ever been before, because I am looking at the most beautiful, most exquisite person on this earth.
FUCK. She’s tight. She’s so goddamn tight and smooth around me and I can’t stop my peak from hitting any longer.
Bearing down on top of her as I am, my cock slides against her clit over and over, but the promise of relief has me grinding down on her nub, growling against her parted lips, burying myself into her so deep, I can feel the vibration of her scream when she finds her pleasure again.
“Oh God,” she moans, her pupils growing until they block out the blue in her eyes. “Ike! Oh…y-yes. Yes! ”
My balls erupt in the face of her satisfaction and filling her with my seed is like conquering the earth.
“ Diana! ” I bellow, humping her furiously, my spend splashing in every direction, soaking the bedding and coating her ass, her thighs.
And I cannot stop ramming into her, watching her breasts shake, listening to her encouraging gasps of my name.
“You are claimed now. You will spread your legs for only me . You will allow only me inside this girl hole.”
“Only you,” she breathes, her eyes losing focus. “Only Ike.”
Finally, the storm inside me begins to subside and with my female limp and satisfied beneath me on the bed, I straighten and rap my fist against my chest—four, five, six times—while looking down upon her.
My seed leaks from her folds, her thighs glistening and red from friction, her mouth swollen from our rough kissing.
“I live for you,” I lean down and whisper against her ear.
“Sleep now, Diana, knowing you are safe and your man is watching over you.”
To my eternal happiness, she smiles drowsily at me and snuggles into the abundance of sheets, her gorgeous, rosy body curling up, her lips parting a moment later with the deep, even breathing of sleep.
I’m only allowed a moment of contentment, though, because a worry begins to creep in. Diana was sacrificed to a beast. And while I know she is my fate, she was given to me by mistake. What happens when the humans realize their error?
Will Diana believe our being together was an error and want to go home?
My lips peel back in a snarl. I will not let her go.
I am never letting her go.
But the worry remains, because I know I would do anything to guarantee Diana’s happiness. What if she can only be happy back in the village with…normal people? I have seen my reflection in the stream. I know I am far from normal.
She once thought me a beast, didn’t she?
Diana sighs in her sleep and reaches out for me. I can do nothing but wrap my warmth around her sweet body and rock her to sleep. But I am far from soothed. I won’t be until I know we’ll be together forever.