Chapter 3 #3
There is a moment where his massive cock finds the barrier inside me, and then there is another moment where that barrier is gone forever. I feel the sting of it, and then a deeper feeling of being stretched as he keeps working his way inside me, his body becoming one with mine.
“Good girl,” he praises kindly. “How does it feel to finally be taken the way you want to be? The way you’ve begged to be?”
I can’t answer. I can’t speak. There is just the feeling between my legs, the incredible inexorable stretching that has no end.
It feels like he could go deeper inside me forever, like everything I thought I knew about my body is wrong.
I look up into his eyes and I lose myself in them.
They soften as he looks at me, as his cock goes deeper still, as I stretch even wider.
My body was not made to handle this kind of cock, but it is taking it anyway because I want him.
I need him. Exactly like this. Entirely like this.
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Arkon
I threatened her with this, and now I understand why she wanted it so badly. This is the most primal point of connection. My smaller cock would not have done the job as well. It would have been easier for her, but she doesn’t want to take me easily. She wants to take me completely.
She’s dropped the naughty girl act for a moment, and something softer has replaced it. The scent of her desire suffuses the room, mingling with my own mating aroma.
I am giving her the best chance to adjust to my thick cock. I know she can take it. I know that her body was designed to stretch much wider than any alien’s cock in order to deliver life, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt her if I am too rough. Making love to her is an exercise in self-control.
“Don’t be scared to hurt me,” she mumbles, breathy and pink, and still trying to urge me to fuck her harder, rougher.
“I am not scared, but I am going to take care of you,” I tell her. We are having this conversation with her wrapped around my pulsating cock, and every part of my body wants me to plunge deep and hard and make rough use of her.
She lifts her head up and she bites me, catching me on the shoulder with her laughably blunt teeth.
“You’re trying to provoke me,” I growl down at her, giving her one firmer thrust of my hips. “What are you going to do if it works?”
The human is hot and wet around my cock, her inner walls gripping me so tightly that moving inside her feels like trying to fuck in molasses. I do have to be careful, but I can push her, especially if she’s going to tempt me.
I expect her to yelp or whimper, but the harder thrust only ends in a low moan. She likes it. She can take it.
That revelation frees me to thrust again, hard and deep. I go all the way as deep as I can go, feeling her wrapped tight around me, getting tighter the deeper I go.
I am going to fuck her hard. I am going to give her what she’s been begging for since we met.
The sounds that emerge from my human mate are far closer to animal than they are to sentient being.
She wails and moans, she grips at me, she bites me again and again.
Perhaps we will talk about that later, or not, because every time her teeth make contact, we both reap the reward of me pounding her tight hole.
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Evie
I don’t know what sex is supposed to feel like, but this feels like being consumed by a being far greater than me who has access to parts of my interior I have never experienced before.
He is making me into something that did not exist before, unleashing parts of my personality that have been dormant for years.
I am going to come because I have to come. There is no trying to close my eyes and will myself to climax as I sometimes do when I touch myself. Instead I am driven to it, taken to the brink of sexual madness and thrown over with his powerful thrusts.
My orgasm is so powerful it touches every part of me. It releases me from a trap I didn’t know I was caught in. I feel so free, so absolutely unfettered from all concerns. I don’t care if I live or die, because death itself now seems like a complete illusion.
I scream, I writhe, I buck against him and he holds me through it all. I lose control of myself, and lose touch with my senses. I lose everything I thought I was. I am falling through a cascade of sensations and feelings and chemistry and I do not stop until it settles on its own.
I come back to awareness wrapped in his arms, completely held.
“How do you feel?” He murmurs the question. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay,” I mumble. “I feel like I found out what the point of living is all at once, in that one moment.”
He chuckles. “Orgasm?”
“Yes. That kind of orgasm. Sex. Maybe.”
“You’ve come halfway across the mapped universe to discover that sex is the meaning of life,” he says with a smile. “You may not be wrong. It is the one driving force in all life; it would be hard to see it as not being the meaning.”
I can barely stay awake any longer. I am tired, the kind of tiredness that is complete and has no competition from anxiety, thoughtfulness, or anything besides itself.