53. Jessina
53
JESSINA
“ W e’re going to have to be fucking careful here,” Turk growled, as he positioned himself. He had opened his uniform trousers and pulled out his rigid shaft and he was kneeling right behind me.
I was on my hands and knees, trembling with anticipation. I wanted badly to simply impale myself on him, but he had his big hands on my hips, holding me back. There were several pillows under my knees to get me to the right height and I felt extremely vulnerable and hot as I knelt there, waiting for him.
“I can be careful,” I assured him, desperate for him to get started. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as badly as I wanted him inside me—wanted to feel him filling me and stretching my inner walls with his thickness!
“Remember the rules,” he growled, not releasing my hips. “You can grind on me, but I’m not going to fuck you. I’m not going to put my knot in you or breed you either, which means I’m also not going to come in you.”
I had to admit, I was disappointed by that. If he would just agree to knot me and breed me, we would be Bound together and I would never have to worry about Grr. Malofice again. But Turk was worried about starting a Clan war if we came home to Rigelis Nine already Bound together. So I had to obey and abide by his rules to get anything at all.
“All…all right,” I said breathlessly. “I’ll follow the rules. Just please—put it in me! I’m so empty , Turk.”
“I know, baby.” His voice softened and I could feel his big hands caressing my hips. “It’s going to be okay,” he murmured. “Going to fill up your soft little pussy and make you feel all better, I promise.”
And then I felt the blunt head of his cock find the mouth of my pussy and he began to push his way inside.
I moaned and arched my back as the broad crown breached me. Goddess of the Four Faces, that felt so good! He was so thick—his shaft got even wider after the head and I could feel it stretching my inner walls deliciously as he fed inch after thick inch into my hungry pussy.
“Turk!” I moaned, twitching my hips as he slowly entered me. “Oh Goddess, that feels so good! Love to have you filling me up!”
“Gods, look at you taking it—taking my cock so deep in your tight little pussy.” His deep voice was hoarse with lust as he filled me. “You’re being such a good girl, Jessina—such a good girl to take me so deep!”
His words of praise made me even hotter and I twitched my hips, trying to get even more of him. But Turk kept a tight hold on me, not letting me go.
“Easy, baby,” he growled. “Slowly. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t!” I panted. “Please, I just want you all the way inside me!”
But Turk wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time filling me until at last, I felt the broad head of his cock kiss the end of my channel and knew he was all the way in me.
“Ohhh!” I sighed at the pleasure of being so completely opened and owned—so utterly filled. I just wished I could have his knot in me too. I could feel it—an extra bulge at the base of his cock that was pressing against my already stretched pussy mouth.
I was sure I could stretch even more to take it, but I knew that Turk didn’t want to risk that. Once he knotted me and the knot swelled inside my pussy to keep us together, there would be no getting it out unless he came in me. And of course, that would mean breeding and Binding—two things he wasn’t willing to do. At least not yet.
“Turk, this feels so good!” I moaned, wiggling some more, to try and get him even deeper. “But I need to move!”
“No, you need to hold still,” he growled. “I told you—no fucking, little bird.”
“That’s only if it was you fucking me,” I pointed out. “But if I just moved back and forth some on your shaft, well—that wouldn’t count? Would it? I mean, not really .”
He gave a long-suffering sigh and I felt his fingers tighten on my hips even more for a minute.
“Goddess of the Four Faces, you don’t fucking know what you’re doing to me, baby!” he growled. “All right, you can fuck yourself on me—just a little bit, though. And if I feel like I’m going to come, I’ll have to pull out.”
“All…all right,” I agreed breathlessly. I just wanted to feel him moving in and out of me—even if I was the one supplying all the motion.
At last his grip loosened and I felt him running his big hands up and down my bare back and shoulder blades.
“Go ahead, baby—fuck your soft little pussy on my cock,” he growled softly. “Take what you need from me—let me feel you working your sweet little cunt on my shaft.”
“Yes, Turk!” I panted. And then I leaned forward, pulling him almost all the way out of me, and backed up again, feeling his thickness sliding deep inside me, all the way to the hilt.
The big Brute must have had willpower of steel because even though I heard him groan low in his throat, he held perfectly still and let me fuck myself on him over and over, finally easing the empty feeling that had been tormenting me for so long.
I’ve heard it said that most women can’t come from penetration alone, but his thick shaft seemed to be rubbing something inside me that was intensely pleasurable—almost like another clit. I think it might have had something to do with the angle I was at—propped up on pillows as I was. But before I knew it, I was right on the edge of orgasm and then leaping over it.
With a cry, I shoved back hard, impaling myself to the hilt again as my inner walls trembled and squeezed, milking the thick cock inside me as I begged him silently for his cream.
“Gods damn it—are you coming?” he growled hoarsely. “Don’t do that, Jessina—I can feel you squeezing me! It’s too fucking much!”
He pulled out of me with a low cry, but not before I felt at least one hot spurt of his cream deep in my pussy. A moment later, I felt the rest of it painting my lower back and thighs as he groaned and cursed, unable to stop shooting even while I was still coming myself.
Afterwards, he got a towel and cleaned us both up. Then he made me lay on my back and spread my legs for him.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked innocently as I spread my thighs for him once more.
“You know why.” He gave me a stern look as he leaned down and spread my pussy lips with his thumbs. “To see if I came in you. Goddess, damn it!”
I looked down to see what he was cursing. Sure enough, my pussy had a trickle of cream coming from it—there could be no doubt that I’d had his cock spurting deep inside me. That first shot must have been a big one, I thought.
“Turk?” I asked anxiously, looking at his furrowed brow and the scowl on his face. “Are…are you mad at me?”
“What? No, of course not.” He looked up at me, seeming surprised. “This isn’t your fault, baby—it’s mine,” he said, nodding at my creamy pussy. “We just can’t do this again—I came way too close to knotting you and breeding you.”
“You only came in me a little bit,” I pointed out.
“That’s more than enough to get you pregnant if we’re not careful,” he growled.
I frowned.
“But…I thought I couldn’t get pregnant unless you actually knotted me.”
“That’s the way it usually goes,” he said. “But I have heard of cases where the woman got pregnant even if she wasn’t knotted.”
“Oh…all right,” I murmured. “But Turk, what if the Emptiness comes back? What if I need to be filled again?”
He sighed deeply.
“Let’s just hope that doesn’t happen. For now, it’s time to get ready for bed.”
“First I have to go out and plot the jumps for tomorrow,” I reminded him.
But Turk wouldn’t let me do anything until he took me into the shower and washed his cum out of my pussy. He took the job seriously too—kneeling in front of me and making me put one thigh on his broad shoulder so he could clean me out thoroughly.
I moaned and trembled as he slipped his long fingers deep inside me, making sure I was completely clean before finally letting me go. Only once I was clean and dry and dressed in one of his undershirts did he finally let me out onto the deserted Bridge.
I was happy to be in my element again. Sitting at the console, I put on the nav band and had the next day’s course plotted in no time. I locked it into the navigational computer so that Turk could see if anything changed—I didn’t trust Gurflug not to make some “adjustments” to my route.
And then it was time for bed. I ate a little of the cold dinner Turk had brought up for me earlier, cleaned my teeth, and crawled under the covers with the big Brute.
For the first time in days, I felt content. The Need that had been raging through me was satisfied and my body wasn’t longing for anything but hugs and cuddles.
Even if the condition was only temporary, (and I strongly suspected it was,) I was still happy to press myself against Turk’s big body and drift off to sleep.