38. Chapter Thirty-Eight - Otherworldly Creature #3
“Trust me, Ira,” he murmured sweetly, the sound of his voice so close, perking my nipples and sending a shiver down to my pussy, making it clench around nothing, desperate for him. “You are my Ira, and I am your Culver.”
I gulped, my throat dry and breath hot against him. I knew without a doubt the answer to that question, the truth settling into my bones like a second heartbeat.
“Okay, I… trust you.” My voice trembled, but not with uncertainty. I meant it. I did trust him in some crazy, twisted way, even as my body trembled with both fear and want.
He answered with a growl of appreciation that shook my entire core, vibrating through me and settling low in my belly, a promise of things to come.
I watched, my breath held captive in my chest, as Culver pushed into me in one steady, relentless thrust. The thick, swollen head forcing past my tight, slick entrance with a burn that stole the air from my lungs.
Every muscle in my body locked as he stretched me open, the blood and my own arousal easing the way but doing nothing to soften the overwhelming fullness that consumed me.
Inch by inch, he sank deeper, the veined, pulsing length dragging against my sensitive inner walls until he bottomed out completely, his heavy balls pressed flush against my ass, sac tight and full.
The sensation echoed through my chest like something clicking into place.
A pressure so complete it felt like my body finally understood what it had been missing.
It was a deep, aching emptiness I’d carried around without knowing, easing into something solid and right as he filled me completely.
My skin flushed hot, and my thoughts scattered into a haze that left me only feeling him everywhere inside, embedded and claiming.
A sharp inhale tore from me, turning into a broken, breathless whimper as my pussy clenched hard around him, fluttering and adjusting, craving even as it ached from the stretch.
I felt everything. Every ridge, every pulse buried deep inside me, my clit grinding helplessly against his pelvis with the smallest shift of my hips.
My nails dug into his shoulders, my body reacting on instinct, pulling him closer even while the stretch bordered on too much, my mind reeling from how intense it all was, only knowing I wanted more.
He stayed still for a long moment, just the heavy press of him seated to the root, as if letting me feel exactly what it meant to be filled by him, owned by him.
His cock throbbed inside me, tingles mixing with my blood and arousal in a dizzying haze that made my skin prickle and my belly tighten with a greedy ache.
Something deeper than sensation stirred.
Not poetic or abstract, but tangible. It was a low vibration humming through my core that made stars spark behind my eyelids.
It was a quiet, invisible pull in my chest that felt like it was tying me to him in ways I didn’t understand.
My body adjusted to the sheer size of him pressing so deep, so utterly complete.
“Culv,” I whimpered, my hips bucking weakly as my pussy squeezed around him, already spiraling again, the walls clenching in a desperate rhythm. “You’re stretching me!”
“I cannot hold back,” he snarled, arms braced on either side of my head, his neon green eyes blazing with feral hunger.
And then he froze, his cock swelling thicker inside me in a way that made my breath hitch sharply, my insides clamping down on the sudden growth.
A cracking sound split the air, sharp and violent, and before I could gasp, pressure bloomed low in my belly as his cock bucked hard inside me, the thick shaft jerking with an animalistic pulse.
Heat flooded my womb in relentless, scorching pulses, thick and obscene, the flared head sealing me tight as his cum poured into me with overwhelming force, coating my inner walls in slick, possessive warmth.
It was real, heavy, and overwhelming. My stomach rounding as he filled me faster than my body could contain. A rush of warmth spread through me like it was marking every part of me as his, making my insides clench and flutter in response to the way he just kept cumming.
My orgasm ripped through me in violent, blinding waves, my scream raw and unrestrained as my pussy convulsed around him, milking desperately while pleasure tore me apart from the inside, every nerve ending singing with maddening release.
Hot gushes spilled out around his base, slick and messy, soaking my thighs and the sheets beneath us as my body clenched and spasmed without mercy, a greedy hunger still gripping me even as I came undone.
I rode it helplessly, hips jerking, legs clamping around him as his release kept coming, pulse after pulse stretching me beyond capacity, everything blurring into one consuming wave that left me gasping and clinging to him.
Culver’s growls devolved into something beastly, his body shuddering against mine as another violent crack echoed through the room.
Wood splintered with a heavy crash as the headboard tore free, slamming into the wall hard enough to shake the entire bed.
He stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock twitching with aftershocks, as if he could flood me all over again.
“Mine,” he rasped, his fangs grazing my ear as he nuzzled into my neck. “My beautiful lamb.”
I had no time to catch up before his sharp fangs pierced my neck, and I yelped out, my pussy clenching around him at the sudden shock and pain.
But the pain quickly dissolved into pleasure as his cock, still hard and insistent inside me, began to thrust while his fangs drew out my blood.
The sharp sting turned into a warm, spreading rush that seemed to wake every part of my body at once, making my skin tingle and my breath catch.
He moaned so deliciously in my ear, the sound ringing as strange pleasure erupted from where he was biting into me.
“Culv,” I mewled, every nerve still singing. My nipples poked against the dress, and my core clenched around his amazing cock. It was a whole mix of him drawing from me and moving inside that left me feeling dizzy and connected.
Without warning, his fangs slid out of me, and so did his cock, leaving me whining.
My nails dug into his back, wanting more.
The sudden emptiness knocked the air from my lungs, making my hips shift restlessly as I chased the feel of him.
My mind was hazy with how badly I needed him back inside right then.
“I meant to warn you,” he murmured, breathless and crooked with something close to awe. “We tend to be generous when we orgasm.”
I huffed weakly, trying to catch my breath, lifting my hand to his inhuman jaw. “No shit,” I murmured, dazed. “And what’s with the heat from your bite? I feel all hot inside.”
I squirmed, feeling his hard cock against my pussy.
My body ached to be taken again by him, and I struggled to worm myself out of the dress.
Luckily, Culver helped me, my breasts popping free, and he took the moment to grab them, playing with my hard nipples.
I lay back down, moaning as he flicked them.
His touch sent little sparks straight down to where I was still throbbing from before, making my back arch as I let myself sink into how good it felt to have his hands on me.
“You are made for me.” His cock slid against my pussy. “So when I feed from you, your body responds to it. Oh, Ira, you are gorgeous. I am extremely proud right now.”