7. Hilt
HILT
SARAH
I ’m on fire. That’s the only word for it. Every nerve is frayed. Every cell aches for something, anything to make it better. I thought I had an idea of what to expect from the brochures and the informational sessions. From all the books.
I was dead wrong. Nothing could have prepared me for this. The yearning. The aching. The desire.
And most of all, the heat .
I’ve never been more wet in my life. Or more desperate for a man to fuck me. So when his huge cock brushes against my innermost folds, I’m nearly in tears.
“Please,” I whimper, knowing how desperate I sound but too far gone to care. “I can’t wait anymore.”
His cock prods at me again, parting my folds one agonizing inch at a time. All the while, his eyes never leave mine. “Relax.” His voice is calm but commanding, an anchor in the storm. “Open up for me, Sarah. Relax and just feel. You can take it; I know you can.”
I let out a shaky breath, trying to let my muscles soften as much as I can. He’s so big, and I’ve never lain with a human male, let alone an alien.
But he says I can do it. There’s something about his presence that makes me feel safer. Calmer. Like maybe I really was made for this after all.
Inch after inch, his cock sinks farther into my slick depths. My walls cry out in momentary pain, stretched beyond belief, but seconds later comes an even stronger pleasure. I can’t believe it. My body’s actually adapting to take him. My cunt aches and throbs and yet it’s clenching and contracting, trying to pull him in farther and keep him there forever.
With a slow but steady pressure, he fills me up until I swear I can’t take anymore, and even beyond that. Impossible moments later, he bottoms out, his hips flush against mine.
I let out the breath I’ve been holding and sink into the sensation, giving myself to him completely. I’m full. I’m stretched. I’m stuffed to bursting with his cock. And it feels so good that I never want it to end.
“Sarah,” Ulfar groans my name like a prayer, sweat beading up on his forehead as he looms over me. “Fuck, you’re tight...”
“Ulfar...” I grit out between clenched teeth. “It’s so much, so good...” I throw my head back into the pillows and shudder, a moan echoing to the ceiling.
“I’m going to start moving now,” he says, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. “Hold on.”
And move he does. The slow, slick thrusts soon turn quicker and more desperate, touching every secret spot I didn’t know I had. Every thrust feels more intense, more all-consuming than the last. When he plows in to the hilt, holding himself there with a howl that’s more beast than man, I cling to him for dear life.
“Don’t stop,” I groan, hardly even recognizing the primal sound coming from my throat.
“Don’t worry,” he pants, his face a mask of pure rapture. “There’s more where that came from. I’m going to fill you up all night, Sarah. Breed you so full you can’t hold anymore, til you’re wet and leaking my cum all over the sheets...”
His arms wrap around me and his massive body blankets mine, pinning me to the bed beneath him.
“Let go, Sarah. Let go and feel all of me!”
The primal words hit me like a shockwave, and I lose all control. With a long, keening cry, pleasure floods my body and I’m racked with spasms of bliss. Some distant part of my brain registers the warm splashes of his cum filling me one after another after another. It’s a seemingly endless tide, rippling through my body. Before I know it, my body starts to relax, muscles going limp as I drift into pleasant oblivion.
* * *
I wake up, drowsy and spent, and it takes me a few moments to reassess my surroundings.
Right. I’m in a luxurious mating cottage. I just had the best sex of my life with an alien warlord. I think that he has ruined me for anybody else. And he’s going to breed me with his child.
My belly twinges at the thought and I sit up, wincing with the soreness in my muscles. The burning, throbbing sensation of my heat has died down, but it’s not gone completely. In its place is a subtle, comfortable warmth that feels almost like being drunk.
Memories of the eventful night wash through my mind. The sheer rapture I felt as my back arched and I came apart around him. The stretch and pressure of his huge alpha cock. And of course, the waves of hot cum coating me from the inside out.
To be honest, I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did. I went into the evening with a poker face, determined to simply spread my legs and get the job done. But when he loomed over me and looked at me like I was not just a prize to be won, but a woman , I wanted to do whatever he asked.
It’s embarrassing to think about. I’ve never been one to be so easily swayed by a pretty face. I had my comfy life and my job and my books and that was enough for me. Until I met him.
It has to be the hormones from the injection they gave me, right? Is the omega heat messing with my mind? Because the alternative—that I might actually fall for this man—is so much more shameful.
It feels so good. So natural. So right .
Too bad it’s all a ruse.
The guilt weighs heavy like a stone on my chest as I slip out of bed and into the bathroom. It almost feels like a sin to clean the dried, sticky mess from between my legs, but I know I have to.
If he finds out why I’m really here, I don’t want to think about what he’ll do. He’s a fierce alpha warlord, and I’m not sure even the ISA could save me if he felt his young could be threatened.
Shivering, I clean up as best I can and try to focus. I might have made it through the first night, but my heat’s not over yet. There will still be more to come...
In more ways than one.
My mind wanders; I wonder how Vi must be doing. Unlike me, she was looking forward to the sex fest that the heat would bring. I can only hope that her assigned mate treats her half as well as mine has.
Speaking of which...
“There you are.” Ulfar’s voice comes from the doorway and I turn around to see him standing there with a blanket in his arms. “I was afraid you had gotten cold feet and run off.”
My heart pounds once, fearfully. There’s no way he could know yet. I have to keep my cool. So I school away my panic and give him the most genuine smile I can. It’s not hard when he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious treasure in the world.
I could get used to that. Too bad I won’t be able to.
“You were shivering in your sleep,” he says simply, holding out the blanket. “So I went to fetch this for you. Are you coming back to bed?”
My clit throbs at his words, all the barely suppressed instincts rising to the surface all over again. I feel my face getting hot, and even though my mind is firing off alarm bells, his presence is too strong to ignore.
I don’t just want him. I need him. Need to rub against his legs, wrap my limbs around his body. I want to be entangled with him, intertwined so deep there’s no telling where he ends and I begin. I want to purr and nuzzle and fall asleep in his arms.
And I want his cock filling me up again and again, to feel that orgasmic bliss as he effortlessly sends me over the edge...
Yeah. There’s no doubt about it. I’m down bad.
“Come here,” he says again, extending a hand. “You expended a lot of energy back there. You need your rest.”
I take his hand and follow him back to the bedroom, trying to keep the whine from my voice. The last thing I want to do right now is rest. I want him in me, on me, all over me until I can’t think straight anymore. I want his cum, his pleasure, his shouts of ecstasy.
I still have enough presence of mind to be ashamed of my body’s response, but it doesn’t quell the aching need that only builds the longer I’m next to him. He gets me laid down and covered with the blanket, then climbs into bed next to me and places a protective arm over my torso.
His weight and warmth holding me have a calming effect, stilling some of my racing thoughts but encouraging other, even darker fantasies. I’m this close to whimpering and rubbing my ass against his crotch in search of relief when he speaks again.
“You must be hungry. You’ll need to eat to keep your strength up. And to give your baby all the nourishment it needs to grow.”
There’s that word again. Baby. The one I’m going to be essentially kidnapping away from him.
I laugh it off, hoping he won’t notice the tremor in my voice. “But I’m not even pregnant yet.”
A low chuckle. “Is that a challenge?”
I know I’m not supposed to be getting attached, but when he says things like that? All bets are off.
“Maybe I want it to be,” I murmur, unable to hold off the lust clouding my thoughts any longer.
“Then I’ll make you a deal,” he purrs in my ear. The warm timbre of his voice sends shivers down my spine, and I involuntarily buck against him, my ass brushing against his already hardening cock. “First we eat, then we fuck. Deal?”
Well, when he puts it like that...
“Deal.”
* * *
“How did you know this was my favorite?” I open wide as he spoons another mouthful of the strawberry tart into my mouth. It’s sweet and tart and perfectly flaky, melting in my mouth with each bite. I admit I had my reservations about what food would be like here on Aesirheim, but it turns out those fears were unfounded. With their replicator technology, turns out they can ‘order in’ all my favorite foods from Earth. And not just any foods—only the freshest, highest-quality meals that make me feel like I’m dining at a five-star restaurant every time.
“Just a hunch,” Ulfar says with a smile. “I’m glad I was right.”
“It’s so good,” I croon, taking a sip of the milk tea next to me. I feel like a princess; Ulfar is only too happy to treat me to every little thing my heart desires.
It is too good to be true—he can never truly be mine—but in the meantime, I’m going to savor every last morsel I can get.
“I’m glad to see you eating,” he says. “Your color’s returning already.”
My face burns at his attention, but I can’t help myself. I love it. I love the way he pampers me. I love the way I feel seen and cared for, for the first time in my life.
For so long I put others ahead of myself. My father. My neighbors. The library patrons. But feeling what it’s like to be the center of attention for once? I don’t think I could ever go back.
I don’t know if I want to.
After eating, I’m full in terms of food, but still horribly empty in another, more pressing way. There’s only one problem—the warmth and richness of the meal have me teetering on the brink of a food coma and I can’t decide which I want more: sleep or sex.
I want to curl up against him and lazily grind on his dick until I cum myself to sleep. But there’s also this instinctual drive to shove my face in the pillow and present myself to him, to use however he pleases...
Ulfar, for his part, is much more in tune with me than I ever would have predicted. He pulls me close and nuzzles against my neck, snaking a hand around to caress my breasts. “Shh,” he whispers, burying his nose in my hair. “Let yourself rest. We have plenty of time. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
All that comes out is a whimper, but even that he knows what to do with. “Let me do the work. All you need to worry about is relaxing. Can you do that for me?”
I answer with a desperate grind of my ass against him. With a low chuckle, he slips his member between my thighs, letting me feel its warmth and hardness while his other hand goes around my hips and between my legs. He circles my clit with practiced strokes, interspersing each jolt of pleasure with whispered praise and the sounds of his breath.
Before I know it, my mind’s somewhere else, floating on clouds of bliss as my walls flutter into a sweet, satisfying climax. And wouldn’t you know it? That was all it took to put me back into a comfortable, easy slumber, my alpha by my side. All of my worries seemed to slip away and wait for tomorrow. I know that I have an incredibly temporary reprieve.