Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Esme
“Good girl. Let me open you all up.”
Heaven help me, those filthy words growled against my pussy are my undoing.
I know what’s coming.
He’s going to fuck me.
I want him to, no hesitation, no fear. I just need to feel him, my Zeb inside me again.
His tongue swirls around my clit. His thick fingers pump in and out. He must decide I’m ready, because suddenly I’m tumbled onto my hands and knees.
My forehead drops to the bedding, and I pant. The danger seems to seep into the edges of my mind from beyond this room. I’m on an Uncorrupted ship. Tomorrow, my future, my life, is one big uncertainty. But here in this space, I’m cocooned from all of that.
I trust this man despite his secrets. I don’t even know what he is. Some kind of government experiment? He feels different. Distinct. He’s a dynamic, I believe, just one I’ve never met before. Did the Copper Virus change him?
It must have.
These considerations feel irrelevant when he’s the ground to which I’m tethered. I understand, in this dark, unfettered moment, that this man, this extraordinary man, would give his life if it meant saving me.
His breathing is a harsh rumble. His hands are on my hips. The body that leans over mine is monstrously huge. His cock, the one I sucked badly—because it doesn’t matter how willing you are if it just doesn’t fit—is even more monstrous than the man.
I’d never been more aware of the fragility of the human flesh, not of my own weakness against his strength, but on a deeper level, how our bodies are merely vessels for our minds and homes for our souls.
The place inside my chest that bloomed for him thrums with contentment despite the tainted environment and uncertainty.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Please.”
His big body blankets mine, his hands cupping my breasts, mauling them a little too roughly, squeezing my nipples until they throb with sweet achy pleasure. His cock rubs against my ass before he shifts and slides it between my legs right against my pussy that’s still sensitive from his mouth.
My eyes remain sealed. I won’t open them again, not until he tells me to.
“So pretty,” he murmurs. “Pretty everywhere.”
This time when his cock slides back and then forward, it snags at my entrance.
A last lingering pinch on my nipples before his hands circle my waist. He grips tight and then pushes… only he doesn’t enter me, just wedges there.
“Oh!” Panic crests. I have the surety that he cannot, will not fit, before my body gives and he surges in.
My cry feels like it is driven from my gut. The sensation of being stretched is terrifyingly intense, leaving me a trembling, throbbing mess of over-stimulated nerves.
I asked for this, demanded this, and now I’m not sure that I can take it.
Fresh panic blooms as I realize he’s not all the way in. “I need a moment—”
Too late. He’s already pushing, and I’m so slick that he just slides deeper inside. My body has no choice but to give… or break.
He grunts as he bottoms out. Whatever he’s tapping against does not appreciate it and I try to jerk away.
He tightens his hold. Keeping me there. Keeping me impaled on his monster.
I might pass out.
I might come.
Then realization dawns that he’s still not all the way inside. “There’s no more space!” I wail into the nest, just in case he’s confused.
He resets his grip on my waist, emits a deep rumbly sound that sets the hairs on the surface of my skin to attention, pulls out and slams back in.
“God! What?! It won’t fit!”
He grunts out a low filthy sound that’s somewhere between a chuckle and a growl and continues to pound into me. My body pitches into a frenzy of explosive sensations that make me twitch, thrash and whine for a reprieve.
He doesn’t give me one.
He’s relentless, battering into me, determined to gain deeper entry.
And the pain morphs into a kind of achy pleasure.
Panic threatens to claw up to the surface.
But he just keeps pounding, pounding, pounding…
I lose all sense of coordination. I’m a little doll being slammed on and off his cock.
I mumble gibberish into the soft bedding, convinced I’m about to expire from overstimulation.
I don’t.
I climax.
It’s the sharpest, most brutal climax of my life. A deep guttural cry leaves my throat that robs me of every bit of air in my lungs and locks me in this state.
He roars and slams deep.
Something has to give.
That something is me.
And suddenly he’s all the way inside with his groin flush to my ass.
My starved lungs suck in fresh oxygen, only to eject it all on a scream.
And there I am, a writhing omega, impaled on him, throbbing darkly inside and coming still… I’m drooling over the bedding, my body caught in the throes of spasmodic bliss that never seems to end.
He grunts and growls, grinding deeper, his cock jerking inside me as he pumps me full of cum. More and more, until my belly aches almost as much as my poor pussy does.
He reaches around, plucks my hand from my belly and slides his big palm over me there. He rumbles a purr, all contented beast before his fingers dip down and find my clit.
“Oh! Don’t make me come again…”
He pets the slick place without mercy while I shudder and buck.
“Please!”
Too late.
My next scream is silent. It’s too much. I’m overstimulated and unprepared, and all the lights go out.
Zeb
She falls limp in my arms. I’ve just fucked into her womb. I can’t even blame it on my current body, no, that shit was all down to me.
I mean, I know things go in there. Out of there?
In and out.
And she came like a champ… so there is that.
It feels fucking amazing. Like my cock is being crushed and loved all at once.
I can’t stop fucking coming. Her belly is swollen under my palm and still my balls keep reaching for more.
I mean, I thought knotting was good, but this has got to be the most compelling sexual experience of my life. Pain and bliss all wrapped up in a bow.
I’m definitely going to need to do this again.
Later… Right now, I need to pull out before she rouses. Something tells me it’s going to hurt some when I do. Better to get it done while she’s still out to it.
Only, my dick doesn’t get the memo. He just wants me to grind deeper against the soft cushion of her ass.
I’ve probably just bred her.
This thought comes out of nowhere, but it’s pure and absolute. I’ve just planted my seed right where it needs to go.
She’s pregnant.
I’ve just bred my woman
Fuck. I need to get her off this damn ship, fast.
I steel myself to pull out. Take hold of her waist and, as gently as I can, pull.
There’s a moment of panic where her pussy locks down on me before the resistance snaps and I slide all the way out. A gush of cum splatters over the nest. She moans weakly as I lower her. My eyes go from her face and her closed eyes, back to her pussy.
I swallow hard. “Keep your eyes closed,” I caution. She moans and reaches her hand down to cup her pussy.
Not having that. I pluck her hand away to reveal her poor battered pussy, utterly ruined and gushing my cum.
I may look different on the outside… But that genetic material? All mine, delivered deep, right where it needs to go, seeding her hot cunt.
She’s definitely bred.
We need a goddamned exit plan… Only my dick is still in possessive caveman mode and I’m staring at her sopping cunt fighting the urge to plug her again. My cock has lined up before I consider that this is a bad idea.
“Um, no. Don’t. Seriously. Not again.”
“You’re wasting my seed.” The fuck is wrong with me spewing this bullshit? Get a grip, Zeb.
She huffs out a breath and slaps at my thigh.
It wakes me up. I shift back. Hating myself for taking my cock away from the hot, wet place it wants to sink into.
I swipe a hand down my face. I’m shaking. She’s trembling too.
“We need to get the fuck out of here,” I mutter.
“I need a moment,” she says.
Only we don’t have a moment. The need to be off this ship is an imperative and suddenly I’m laser-focused.
My cock finally gets the message and goes down. I scoop her up into my arms and stride for the tiny shower room. She’s limp and I have to hold her up.
The water wakes her up.
“Which part of give me a moment did you not understand?!”
Her sass stirs a chuckle out of me. I’ve not broken her too badly, then.
Fuck. Don’t think about that. My dick’s getting hard even as the rational side of me wrestles for control. Does she need to see a doctor? What if I’ve hurt her inside? “Are you hurt?”
“Now you ask that question?!”
“I’m fucking serious. Are you hurt? I don’t want the fucking doctors touching you, but if they need to…”
“I’m just sore,” she says. “It was, you know, a lot.”
My next chuckle is dry. I wish I hadn’t enjoyed it as much as I did.
There’s always been darkness inside me. And taking her like that, so deep, feeds the feral side.
She’s still got her eyes closed, which is for the best, but I’m drinking her in, cataloging her features, casting them to memory.
I still want to fuck her, but it’s being overwritten by this rampant sense of territory and tenderness.
This has been an episode of crazy since she crashed into my life.
Now I just need her to be safe.