Chapter 35 Laura #2
His lips against mine brush slowly, softly, patiently, but there’s a quiet intensity simmering beneath, a restrained passion that speaks of everything he feels but has never said aloud.
He holds me close, one hand slipping around my waist as he deepens the kiss, his lips exploring mine in a way that’s both tender and consuming.
My heart swells, caught in the heady mix of warmth and vulnerability, and I let myself melt into him, trusting him completely.
Dom pulls back just a fraction, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling. There’s something in his gaze, something fierce and unguarded, and the way he’s looking at me makes my pulse race all over again.
His grip on our laced hands is steady, grounding. He leads me towards the bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every step.
My cheeks flush, my heart still racing, but there’s no rush in him, no urgency, just a quiet assurance that makes me feel like I’m the only person in his world right now.
Once we’re there, he pauses at the edge of the bed, turning to face me, his hands gently resting on my shoulders. I look up at him, heart and stomach jumping, and he gives me a small, reassuring smile.
He lifts his hand to my cheek again, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear before letting his fingertips trace down to my jaw.
I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, feeling the weight of his affection in every soft brush.
I don’t know why I’m just standing here, but suddenly everything is brand new once more.
I’ve seen and handled, licked and sucked plenty of cocks, but now one is going to go inside me for the first time. What will it be like?
‘Perfect,’ Dom says. He guides me gently, helping me settle onto the bed with a tenderness that makes my heart ache in the best possible way.
He sits beside me, his fingers trailing over mine, and we share a quiet moment.
No words are needed. Just the two of us, wrapped up in each other, basking in the warmth of the connection we’ve both fought so hard to protect.
I’m exactly where I belong.
“Law-rah.” His big hands work to peel the layers off me, each one a soft whisper and a gentle promise.
As he unwinds the fabric, he peppers my arms with kisses; removing my bra, he cups my breasts and gently suckles on each of my nipples.
I arch my back, presenting them to him, and he wraps his arms around me to support my weight.
He’s seen me, all of me, the good and the bad, and he knows he’s free. He can choose, and he’s chosen me.
‘Yes. I love you. All of you. The parts you want to keep hidden are safe with me, and those you share with the world I’ll celebrate.’ His kisses trail down each inch of skin he reveals as he slowly strips me, baring me to his warm touch, the security of his huge hands.
Just as he strips the last scrap of fabric from me, I bite my lip. ‘I… I’m a little anxious. Mostly about what you’ll think. Most of all, I want to be out of control, Dom. With you. Because I know you’ll take care of me.’
He lays me down naked on the bed, rolling my pants and panties down over my ankles and away. More than in any scene we’ve done together, I’m raw in a way that’s new to me. But this is Dom.
‘I’m here,’ Dom reassures me, stroking my skin. He gets onto his knees, moves between my bare legs, gently uses his to move them apart. I spread for him, ready for him to pull his trousers off, crack that carapace open, and make me a woman.
Instead, he slides onto his belly pressing kisses to my stomach and inner thighs. The look he shoots me from between my legs is mischievous. ‘I seem to recall you like some orders yourself. Let’s play. You aren’t to move or speak, except in your mind.’
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
‘Ah ah.’ His fangs nip at the soft flesh of my thighs. A little spike of pleasure-pain. ‘And you aren’t allowed to find completion until I say.’
He gives me no time to react, tongue sinking instantly into my pussy. A jolt sears through me, sudden and building, stealing my breath and sending a silent scream ricocheting through my mind. My body jerks, but I fight to keep my muscles rigid, my face expressionless.
My nerves light up as he expertly swirls his tongue around my pleasure zones before suckling my clit.
Every instinct in me screams to writhe, to ease off the relentless pleasure, but I lock myself in place, tension in every muscle and my entire body is stretched tight like a wire about to snap.
Heat radiates from the points he touches straight to my core, and the noises he makes as he gleefully enjoys eating me out stroke me up further.
I clench my fists in his hair, nails digging into my palms, holding onto Dom to help ground me, keep me tethered.
Another swipe of his tongue sends heat further, deeper, the burning ache of wanting to come sinking into my bones. My toes curl, my heels pressing down hard into the bed to anchor myself, to keep from buckling.
‘Please,’ I manage.
‘Hm...’
‘Dom.’ My breath catches and I lose control, surging down the mind-sync toward him. He seizes me, coiling my energies with his expert touch, adding an extra dimension. Gold glows through my skin, as if all my breaks have been glued back together with golden glue in kintsugi.
His shoulders bunch, forcing my legs wider as my alien takes what he wants from my splayed body. His thick fingers probe my slick entrance, sliding their way inside. He fills me, inside and out, and now the waves of pleasure come faster, relentless, each one crashing over me like a wave.
I let them break against me, holding myself steady, my entire body straining under the pressure, each nerve screaming.
My mind splinters, hovering on the edge of giving in, of letting go.
But I grit my teeth and brace myself for the next wave, finding strength in the quiet promise to Dom that I will endure, that I won’t fail him.
“Good,” he says, looking up, gathering my mind tight in the bond. ‘Come for me,’ Dom purrs, and suddenly I’m bucking, screaming, clinging onto him and coming again and again, a rollercoaster that doesn’t peak or fall, but keeps climbing higher.
Through it all, Dom holds me. Mentally, physically, he rides with me, and his presence allows me to finally let go.
Once I can see again, once my lungs can take a breath, I sit up on my elbows. “That was… was…”
He’s so smug, there’s a purple aura suffusing the air between us. Shade will gorge themselves silly on the emotions flying around here.
Smiling, I pull my alien over me so he covers my body with his own. At some point he must have shucked his pants off, because the head of his spiny cock rests between us, the shaft a thick bar pressed in between our bodies.
And his tentacles, his crinis, start to explore my folds.
Dom watches my face as we both still, wondering what the crinis will do.
‘All those tentacle porn readers would be so jealous.’ I snuggle closer to him. ‘I’m about to get my every crevice explored.’
He cradles me close as the tentacles press and pry, fluid making everything down there more slick and wet.
A tendril snakes into my heat, the texture rough and alien against my folds The suckers latch onto my skin, a sticky, pulling sensation that makes my flesh goosebump.
I shiver with the delicious experience, eyelids fluttering, as hundreds of tiny Dom kisses press into me.
I bet they’ll leave faint impressions, like a thousand tiny hickeys.
Dom grunts. ‘They’re massing together.’
He lifts up and we glance down. The big tentacles lap over each other, winding into a pack. The smooth, pulsing surface inches into me, sliding inexorably deeper. Other tentacles flick back and forth over my clit, stoking my pleasure with each strike.
Dom’s arms tighten and he rolls to one side, lifting me up easily. The crinis is still inside me, and Dom’s fingers roll something in his hands before spreading the alien condom down his thick shaft.
I help, easing it lower over the spines, spikes and knobs.
As my hands pass, each one settles against his thick shaft to become hard bumps.
Once the CNULG is at the base of his cock, he lifts me again, holding my upper arms as he dangles my body above his furiously wriggling crinis.
Each stray slap of a tentacle on my labia and inner thighs makes me moan.
He slides me forward, holding me above the flaring spikes of his monstrous cock. “Law-rah,” he says in a gasp which he swallows. “May I?”
“Fuck yes,” I say, mentally and out loud. ‘Fuck me.’
His eyelids flutter. “At last. Yes.”
He lowers me slowly, never looking away from my face.
His hands cradle my hips with reverent control, like he’s offering up a sacred gift.
I feel the blunt pressure of him at my entrance—firm, insistent, but careful.
My body yields slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
The crinis helps, spreading lubricant around and stroking my labia, flicking my clit.
The stretch burns over every swollen ridge and spine, then blooms. I breathe through it.
We’re joined at last.
It hits me all at once: this is everything I wanted and didn’t dare ask for. A mate who’s strong but listens, who respects my lead and still takes me like I’m the only thing that’s ever made him lose control. Someone who accepts the control I hold, and then turns it around in bed.
A sharp flash tears through me, deep inside, and I tense.
Dom lifts me half an inch. 'I’m sorry, Law-rah—’
“Don’t be,” I whisper, arms encircling his neck. “This is just human anatomy. I’ll get used to you.” I press my lips to his temple. “Especially if we keep doing this.”
‘Then we’ll do this every day,’ he growls into my mind.
I laugh, and then gasp as gravity wins and I slide down farther. He’s massive, thick, impossible, each spine vibrating inside me. My body adjusts as I melt against him, keeping my muscles relaxed. I want him too badly to resist.
He rocks his hips slowly, starting a rhythm. His crinis reaches up, slapping softly against my ass with each movement, then curling to slide teasingly between my cheeks. The wet sound of our bodies meeting echoes in the quiet space, layered over my moans and the rumble of his breath.
Sitting up, his hands shift, one gripping my thigh, the other coming up to take both my wrists. I give them over to him, and he kisses them before he lifts them, high above my head. I squirm, breath hitching, and that only makes him press in deeper.
My mind explodes with heat as he pours sensation down the bond, waves of aching need cresting between us.
He’s inside me not just physically, but psychically.
His pleasure becomes mine, and mine, his.
I’m flooded with how tight he finds me, how perfect I feel around him, how deeply he’s drowning in me.
His scales flash in pulses of deep violet and electric blue—his bliss made visible. I reach out in the bond, give him my climax as it builds, golden and blazing. I pant, thighs trembling, breasts pressed to his chest, and his mouth drops to my neck, grazing sharp teeth along my skin as…
I break.
I cry out his name as I shatter, wave after wave rippling through me, dragged deeper into the bond as my pleasure triggers his. He thrusts hard, once, twice more, and then he stills, locked inside me, body shuddering against mine.
His roar is mental and physical, scales bright with color as he spills into me, shaking and groaning into my neck. We’re both trembling when he finally eases back, forehead pressed to mine, hands loosening their grip to cradle my face.
I nestle against his heartbeats, stroking a hand over his shimmering scales, still glowing with the aftershocks. “Mine.”
'I’m yours,’ he breathes, so soft in the bond it nearly breaks me again. Through the bond, I see myself: glowing golden, seeping into purple where we meet, blending together. ‘Beautiful Law-rah.’
I tip my head up. “And am I yours?”
His eyebrows twitch in surprise. “I would never presume to own a female.”
“Well, tough, because you’ve just broken me in. You’ve got me now.”
His smile lights up my whole body. “Then I’ll keep you. Always.”