Maggie
“Iwill never tire of seeing this in your pretty little pucker,” Driok rumbles as he teases the jewel buried inside me.
I groan at his touch, at the way the thing feels, at the way I want his cock in me, to make both channels pulse with pleasure.
Driok rubs his hand over my swollen stomach. We’ve been in space for some considerable time, probably close to a month, and I have grown larger and larger in that time. It’s almost as if baby was waiting for Driok in order to make me pop.
Although I’m already aware from the pregnancies of my friends that Sarkarnii babies don’t like to hang around long inside their mother, with a six-month gestation rather than the human nine. They’re also big babies, which means as human hosts, it makes us enormous very quickly.
Fortunately, Driok enjoys every single inch of me, and especially my belly.
“Deliciously ripe, little mate,” he rasps. “Do you need my cock?” he asks, slipping a finger inside me and causing more groans.
“You know I do.”
I think I’ve become more and more insatiable as the time has passed. I guess it doesn’t help we have very little else to do but have sex, and yet the more sex I have with Driok, the better I feel.
He is very, very good at making me feel amazing.
“You are certainly very wet for me, spitfire.” He pumps his digit in and out, making the most obscene sound which simply makes my pussy gush further. “Wet and ready.”
Driok already has his cock in his hand. He drags me to the end of the bench, where originally we were looking out at the stars, and of course, one thing led to another.
Which means I have a huge Sarkarnii warlord inching his way inside me, teasing me with his tail which flicks over my clit as he grasps my hips and gazes at my stomach, his eyes aflame with desire.
I won’t deny, his delight in my changing body has made everything better. Not just the being in space, or having to take our time, but rather than feeling strange, I feel…loved.
Driok drives himself home with a growl, and his hands slide under my thighs, lifting me up to meet him.
“Little mate,” he rumbles. “You get more delicious with each passing nova-day.”
He withdraws, and I feel every single node and ridge on his cock scraping over the jewel in my ass, sending me spiraling to the stars, the stars I can see flashing past us as Driok continues with long, slow thrusts, making sure I am fully pleasured, drawing me up to my first climax.
It crashes through me, making me pulse over his cock, making him groan my name out loud but not slow his pace, not for a second. As far as Driok is concerned, if I don’t come multiple times, he hasn’t done what he set out to do, which is pleasure me until I can’t speak.
I can never speak. I can’t speak now, not even call his name because my breath is robbed from my body by the climax which takes all of me, his tail plundering my clit, my arms pinned above my head as he shifts his position in order to go even deeper within me.
“Maggie, my sweet mate,” he croons as I am taken to even greater heights by his increasingly swifter thrusts, the slapping of skin against skin, the rising of his low growl to a roar. “Your cunt is mine, now and forever.”
My second orgasm hits along with his, his hot cum spilling into me like lava, my body pulling it inside more and more with every pulse. He roars out his climax along with my name, his final thrusts irregular and perfectly hitting all the right places.
“As is your little bottom hole,” he murmurs in my ear. “Especially with my jewel inside.”
“Driok.” I moan his name as he teases the jewel once again and it sends me spiraling towards yet another climax.
“I make you a promise, little mate, and I will keep it. You are mine, and my name will always be on your lips, as yours will be on mine.”