Chapter 33
Alanna
He was eating her out again.
Was it normal for guys to be this eager to lick pussy? To do it with such enthusiasm? She couldn’t remember any of her past boyfriends being this excited to taste her.
Then again, she couldn’t really remember her name right now either. Only his could burst from her lips as he abandoned her breasts to instead spread her pussy with his fingers. She eagerly chased her orgasm – but also fought it because she wanted him inside her more than she wanted the pleasure.
The first orgasm was small. But it rippled through her all the same, and she begged him to enter her now.
But he wasn’t deterred. He redoubled his efforts. Determined to get a proper climax from her. And she wanted to give it to him. She wanted him to fuck her. The arousal and tension built and built and built and-
Went nowhere!
She cried out in frustration, desperate to come but her stupid body refusing to just break.
“Easy,” Survii purred, slowing the motion of his fingers in her pussy. The tip of his longest finger massaging her G-spot like his tongue swirled around her clit.
“I-I can’t. I’m trying, but I can’t!”
“Relax,” he kissed her clit. “Don’t stress yourself, Vitralai. Give yourself to me. Just feel.”
“Survii…”
“Feel this. My fingers inside you. Focus on this. On my tongue. Just feel.”
Alanna let out a shuddering breath and let go of the expectation. The determination. She struggled to do something that was usually so easy for her – just be.
The slick sliding of his fingers in her channel. The rough flicking of his tongue on her clit. The heat of his breath, the warmth of his body, the strength of his back under her heels as she dug them in as her hips canted upward.
Then, she gasped, eyes opened but seeing nothing, because of a new pressure at her back entrance. Smooth and thin. Not his finger, bigger and somehow both firmer and softer as it circled the rosebud. He pressed against the strong little ring of muscle.
A third finger stretched her pussy, he sucked hard on her clit, as his tail forced its way into her ass all at the exact same moment.
She screamed, the elusive climax finally shattering her body.
Survii growled in approval as he slowed his movements, gently stroking her down as her body shuttered and jerked beneath him. He lifted his head and looked right at her as he licked his lips – his whole face wet and shiny from her juices.
“Now,” he spread his three fingers making her whimper, “you’re ready.”
Her arms were weak and heavy, but she still lifted them, eager to hold him as he climbed up her body, kissing his way up her belly and getting distracted by her breasts.
Alanna smiled, holding his head as he suckled on one nipple, his fingers pulling on the other. And his tail was still just barely inside her ass. Gently moving in and out. The pressure rebuilding her discomfort and, somehow, her arousal at the same time.
“Survii, please,” she begged, running her fingers through his hair.
He chuckled and nipped at the top of her breast before finally abandoning them and instead kissing her lips. She hummed happily, clutching her thighs around his hips, opening herself to him as their tongues danced together.
But with their lips locked, their pelvises weren’t lined up and she whined when she could only feel the head of his cock knocking against her butt. His tail was still inside her and she decided that she did, in fact, like it.
But she wanted more. He promised her his cock. His knot. She wanted it.
She deserved it, damn it! That was hers!
Her teeth came down suddenly – to both of their surprise – catching Survii’s lower lip. He hissed, head jerking away-
-only to immediately strike back. His fangs came to her throat, and he bit down. Not breaking skin but catching her in a hold that made her still, her breath catching in her chest. He was growling, a soft admonishment that made her whimper.
“Do it,” she whispered on a breath.
Survii shuddered and his jaw tightened. Not by much, just enough for the points to prick her skin and draw up a single drop of blood each. She felt it. The tiny flash of pain made her eyes cross – from the sweet knowledge that it was her domini taking it.
His teeth pulled free, and his tongue replaced them, soothing the skin with a few warm swipes. He kissed the area before sitting up. His eyes almost seemed to glow, even in the bright lights overhead, as he licked at his lips.
“You taste…” He let out a long breath, shuddering. “Krik, Vitralai…”
“Is it good?” She asked, clutching his forearms. Needing to know.
“It’s like the sweetest fruit and the hottest fire. The taste is an addiction. I can feel it heating my belly, and I barely took anything. This is… human blood.”
She smiled, somehow proud. She didn’t think she wanted Survii taking full bites of her the way Havali did to Scarlet, but knowing she had put that dreamy, tender look in the eyes of her male just from a few drops of blood made her unspeakably happy.
“Take me,” she begged, reaching between them to grab his cock.
She led him forward and he followed like she controlled his body. The weeping head notched at her entrance, the heat of it bringing a tiny moan to her lips as he pushed forward, instinctively seeking to bury himself in her warmth.
He was growling again. Vibrating over her as his length spread her open. Slowly. Deliberately. Forcing his way in with patient determination – like he did everything else.
The burning stretch was overwhelming and uncomfortable, but not unpleasurable.
She moaned softly as his fingers once again found her clit and began gently circling it as his hips pressed ever forward, driving him deeper and deeper.
The ridges rubbed against her sensitive inner flesh. Still deeper. How was he still…?
A choked sound left her mouth when she finally felt the bulge of his knot pressing insistently against her entrance. A firm pressure, eager to be forced inside, but not yet. She already felt like he had reached the very end of her passage and was pushing her womb further into her torso.
It wasn’t comfortable, but it was wonderful. A completely full sensation that stole her breath and blanked her mind. She couldn’t do anything but lay there, feeling.
For a minute, Survii didn’t move. He let her become accustomed to his size as he caressed her slowly – even his tail was still, though he didn’t take it from her butt.
And she loved the minute of simple union.
Of intimacy. Of this first moment when she was joined with her mate completely.
The warmth and weight and pressure of his body in and all around her.
His breath, the triple sound of his heartbeat, the roughness of his hands brushing along her skin as he touched and stroked every part of her.
Then, when he finally did move, he circled his hips. Grinding against her clit, digging his knot against her entrance. She groaned, her body tightening against him. He said something, but she couldn’t understand his words.
There was nothing but this. Nothing but them.
This, here, was where she belonged. The true perfection of the universe right in her arms.
He began to thrust. Slow and long and deep. Hardened shaft gliding against wet flesh. It was somehow a surprise every time he hit the deepest part of her, like even that second he was gone was enough for her to forget just how deep he could go.
Slowly, steadily, he built his speed until their skin was smacking together, the bed creaking under the rapid movements. He said something again, but she still had no idea what it could be. It wasn’t nearly as important as everything else.
Alanna was lost in a sea of sensation. Awash with pleasure. The entire world, all her thoughts, all her worries, had all faded away. There was only her body, Survii’s body, and the connection between them that burned with ever growing, incredible ecstasy.
A tiny flare of pain on her earlobe suddenly shattered the fog that had settled over her mind. She dropped back into reality to find Survii leaning away, smiling at her.
“Lost you for a second there.” He had taken hold of her head at some point and was gently stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. “You all right?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Did you finish?”
He laughed. “No, Alanna. I’m not finishing without you.”
Survii began to move again. Deep, long, luxurious strokes that made her moan and flinch.
She didn’t realize just how sensitive and primed her body had become while her mind was lost. Her clit was on fire, her pussy clenching desperately along his shaft, her entire belly aching with the need to come as her thighs shook around his hips.
“Stay with me, Alanna,” he said when her eyes crossed. “Stay with me. Eyes on me. Don’t go away again. Not this time.”
He suddenly slammed deep, shoving his knot inside her hole.
She screamed, nails digging into his back, her entire body locking up as she shook and shuddered around him. He groaned, pulling out, and did it again.
The walls of her channel desperately clenched around the swollen flesh, trying to keep him seated deep inside.
But he did it a third time. Grunted. Shook. Then, finally, one last time he thrust deep. Alanna cried out, shaking as her orgasm was renewed by the rush of heated cum that filled her. Pumping into her, creating a strange but amazing pressure.
Alanna made a choked sound, her entire body trembling as Survii curled over her, holding her in place when she might have wiggled away.
“Easy,” he purred, petting her head. “Stay still, vi Vitralai. Keep it in you. Let me let it all out inside you.”
His knot was plugging her hole, but it wasn’t keeping everything inside. The pressure was making it leak out around the engorged flesh and she could feel the heated rivulets trailing down her crack and spreading over his tail.
She wriggled and, again, he bit her neck – pinning her in place without breaking her skin. She whimpered, stuffed too full. But she couldn’t escape. He forced her to remain still, to take him until she was filled to bursting.
“Survii,” she begged, fingers shaking where they clung to his back.
Finally, he pulled his tail free. She could feel the muscle clenching and twitching as though it missed being plugged.
Survii was kissing her neck and face. He had taken her butt in both hands and canted her hips up as though trying to, somehow, get ever deeper inside her.
So long as the pressure of her channel was squeezing his knot, the flesh would not stop swelling, and it was keeping most of his viscous seed trapped inside her.
So full. Too full.
Survii was chuckling now, kissing at the corner of her open mouth.
“Look at you,” he whispered, voice filled with affection. “Drooling and weak and mindless. Empty head and full cunt. So beautiful. My darling mate.”
His words were so slow in penetrating the fog of her brain. It took her a long time to decipher them. By the time she did, he was leaning back and gathering her in his arms so he could stand without pulling out.
Maybe she should be offended, but she wasn’t. The warm approval in his eyes, the tenderness in his voice, made her feel like her mindlessness, being drunk on pleasure, was somehow an accomplishment and worthy of praise. And that praise made her happy.
He held her to his chest as he brought them to the large, standing shower in his bathroom. If they were on Turv, or on a domini style mattress, he would have been able to pull out of her right there on the bed, but not here on Earth.
Alanna could feel the sheer amount of fluid that would come out of her when he did pull his knot free. She knew how virile domini males were, but she didn’t truly appreciate just how effective domini bedding was at wicking away liquids until they were in the shower.
With the water running, hot and smooth, down her back, he pulled her up and off his cock.
The stretch of his knot coming out of her, followed by the length of his slick shaft, made her groan and shudder as a gush of their combined juices ran out of her hole.
Her thighs were up, around his waist, so it dripped straight to the floor. She could feel it draining from her.
Strange and messy but wonderful.
She let out a long breath as he reached a hand around and between her legs to help clean her. The touch of his fingers on the still heated, plump, sensitive skin made her jump. He chuckled, slowing his touches like he was trying to arouse her again.
“Too much,” she moaned, burying her face in his neck. Shaking, but not fighting him.
“You’re so cute.” She could hear the bright smile in his voice and, again, his approval washed over her, warmer and more comfortable than the shower hitting her back.
Once Survii had her clean between her legs, he finally set her down. Her knees were weak, and they tried to buckle. Survii caught her against his chest and smiled so approvingly that, somehow, she felt like she had done something right.
It took her a few seconds to gather the strength to stand up straight, and even then, it took some effort to keep herself that way. She wanted to fold over, already sore between her legs. She would probably walk funny tomorrow.
Alanna and Survii took turns washing each other.
Touching and caressing and cleaning themselves from their hair to their toes.
The touches weren’t sexual, but they were intimate and consuming and a couple times, Alanna found herself nearly zoned out again as Survii worked his soapy, warm hands over her body.
He carried her back to the bed and laid her there before walking away. Before she had a chance to miss him, he was back. He had a tray of food in his hands and the fabric swatch book under his arms making her smile.
She felt like this date had skipped to dessert first as he sat down, putting the food between them before offering the book.
They spent the rest of the evening talking about fabric swatches and things that she might want for herself in his den and on his ship. They hadn’t even spoken about her moving in with him. It was just understood that it would happen.
And she loved it.
She loved him.