16. Stromm
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STROMM
I have never tasted anything as delicious as my mate's juicy cunt. So, I tell her this and more.
My words of approval, whispered like a secret against the soft flesh of her inner thigh, make Em-uh-lee whimper, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes glazed with desire. This kind of praise seems to make her hotter, wetter. Though I do not know how that is even possible.
Her scent fills the hut air, heady and fragrant. I could spend the entire night between her thighs, feasting on her, if only my cock was less eager to consummate our bond. My length throbs, pressing almost painfully against my loincloth, threatening to spill at the sight of my mate sprawled out before me.
I am not yet ready to take my own pleasure, though. Not until I have wrung more from her body. My tongue finds her nub again, circling it with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Em-uh-lee’s hands fist my hair as she grinds against my mouth, and I can sense her body coiling toward another release. This time, she cries out louder, longer, her back arching off the furs, her juices flooding my tongue.
Two fingers slide into her this time, and I curl them forward, hitting a spot that makes her gasp. Her walls clench around me, slick and hot, as I stroke the spot while licking her cunt in long, steady strokes, back to front, back to front.
This time when she climaxes, her body convulses with the force of her release.
She pulls away, her knees closing. Her eyes are glazed, her limbs languid. “That was amazing.”
I am glad she is satisfied. My cock aches, desperate for release, and my heart urges me to claim what is mine. “I need to be inside you, Em-uh-lee, to consummate our bond.”
She reaches for me, her lips crashing against mine. “Yes,” she whispers against my mouth. “I need that, too.”
I pull away to undress, her taste still lingering on my tongue. As I kick off my boots and discard my loincloth, her eyes follow my every move, her expression appreciative and hungry. I can see her breath coming faster as she licks her lips, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
When I am bare, she spreads her legs again and beckons me forward. “I want you, Stromm, don’t make me wait.”
“It will be my pleasure, Em-uh-lee.” I notch my cock at her entrance, my chest rumbling with a sound of pure, primal need. “I have never done this before,” I confess.
She smiles, stroking my chest. “I know. The other women have told me that pleasure sharing is widely accepted among the Rakuis, but penetrative sex is saved for mates.”
“You do not mind if this first time is not skillful?”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” she tells me, her eyes landing on my cock. “With equipment like that , I have a feeling skill won’t be necessary. Plus, your tongue doesn’t have the same problem, so I think we’re good to go.”
I groan, grateful that my lack of experience does not bother her.
“You might need to go a little slow at first,” she says. “This isn’t my first time, but it is my first time with a seven-foot-tall Rakui.”
Grinning, I nod, inching my way into her tight sheath, hoping I do not come before I am seated fully. “You must tell me if I hurt you.”
Em-uh-lee nods, her eyes locked onto mine. “I will. I promise.”
Her heat envelops me, her body tensing from the penetration of my cock. I still, giving her body time to accept my intrusion, resting my forehead against hers. “Your sheath is so tight.”
“But slick, too. Give me more, Stromm,” she urges. “I want all of you.”
I thrust my hips forward, seating my length fully inside her. I kiss her, swallowing her cry, using my tongue to distract her while she adjusts to my size.
Soon, her hips rise up to meet mine, soft mewling sounds forming in her throat. “Let me ride you,” she pleads against my lips. “I want to watch you come.”
“I do not understand this riding.”
She grins, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Flip us over. Put me on top.”
Grinning back at her, I wrap my arms around her and roll us over, keeping our bodies tightly connected, my cock still seated deep inside her. “Like this?”
She nods. “Exactly like this.” She sits up, straddling me, and I think my heart might stop.
The sight of her on top of me, bare and spread wide, is something I will never forget. She rides me, then, her breasts bouncing gently as her sheath swallows my length, again and again.
Emily
“I am the luckiest male in the tribe,” Stromm grunts out as I slide up and down his cock.
I’d laugh if I weren’t so close to coming again.
I rest my hands on his chest, quickening my pace, grinding hard against him. He stares at me like I’m his everything, like taking my own pleasure while giving him his is the best thing in the world. And to him, it might be.
“I cannot last much longer,” he warns, gripping my hips so he can thrust up to meet me.
“You don’t have to,” I pant. “Just. Keep. Doing. That. Yes. YES!”
My body tightens around him, clenching his cock like a fist, yet he still doesn’t come.
What the fuck?
“I do not want this to be over,” he grinds out, as if he read my mind.
But it’s time for his big finish.
I sit up, arching my back, hoping my breasts are bobbing seductively on my chest. While he’s watching them move this way and that, I reach behind my back and give his balls a squeeze.
That does the trick.
His cock explodes, shooting so much semen inside me that some of it drips right back out and down my thighs. I ride out his release, slowing my movements in time with his breath, milking out every last drop he has to give.
When he’s finally spent, I collapse onto his chest, our bodies slick with sweat. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close, and I swear our hearts are beating as one.
“I have finally claimed my mate,” he breathes out in wonder. “And we have consummated our bond.”
“Did we ever,” I say, exhausted and shaky.
“You are mine now, Em-uh-lee,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “Mine to protect, mine to pleasure. Mine to love.”
“And you are mine, Stromm. Forevermore.”
After a while we get under the furs and snuggle. He’s warm, the bed is soft, and soon my eyes want to close. My vibrating TEASE pops them back open. I couldn’t be pregnant this fast, could I?
I pull my arm out from under the furs and read what it says.
RAKUIUM SYNCHRONIZATION DETECTED
IMMEDIATE OVULATION: APPROVED
IMPREGNATION: SUCCESSFUL
ANOMOLY DETECTED: TWO OVA FERTILIZED
TERRAN-ALIEN CONCEPTION: COMPLETE
FATHER SPECIES: RAKUI
ESTIMATED GESTATIONAL PERIOD: SIX TERRAN MONTHS
“Is something wrong, my mate?” Stromm asks. “You look distressed, yet the box in your arm is not blinking.”
“Something’s happened,” I say, my voice shaking. “My Rakuium has figured out how to talk with the symbiont in my body. It’s helped me get pregnant. Already.”
“We are going to have a kit?” Stromm asks excitedly.
“More than one,” I tell him. “We’re having twins.