Theo #2
“Now then, I believe it’s my turn to lick you clean,” I murmured as I crawled between her knees, finally getting a good look at her pussy.
It was pink, like her soft mouth, blushed cheeks, and hard nipples—parts of her I loved dearly.
Her lips were in two sets. The outer ones appeared plump for cushioning against my hips.
The inner pair like the petals of a flower—pretty and so unlike that of any other female on Trebianna.
Her clit sat innocently where they met. Her pussy itself looked delicate and wet…
and the size of one of my fingers. I’d have to talk her through taking me. It would be a tight fit.
But first, I had a job to do.
I cupped her face with one palm, squeezed her breast with another, and used my lower hands to lift her hips to my mouth.
I’d shared enough of her sweet blackberry excitement tonight—it was my turn to indulge.
I licked at her entrance, wondering how we would make this work.
She could probably take one of my cocks, but both at once? Definitely not tonight. Maybe not ever.
“I forgot how rough your tongue was.” Her voice was raspy and deep as she moaned and arched her back.
Good, she appreciates a rough touch. I pet her clit with my thumb to remind her that my fingers were grooved, too.
The sounds coming from her raised from lulled throaty sounds to squeals.
She was so vocal. It was good this cabin was in the middle of nowhere; I didn’t want to share these noises with anyone.
And if this was baseline pleasure, I intended to make them much, much louder.
“You get one more unfilled orgasm, Little Goddess,” I rumbled. “Then I’m going to fuck you like the beast I am. And you’ll tell me just how much you love it when I do.”
“We put the bed outside the border, so you can—”
“Oh, darling.” I cut her off. “Don’t think for a moment I forgot that I get to fill your little pussy with my seed,” I chuckled, lapping in one long stroke from her pussy to her clit.
She moaned, reaching down and gripping my head with her thumbs on my horns as she’d done before.
Did she like them? Did they remind her how different I was from those pathetic human males she’d been courted by?
I nibbled my sharp teeth into her inner thigh until I tasted the faintest bit of copper.
Just to make sure she knew she wasn’t laying with anything like them.
She lifted off the mattress and cried out, her blackberry sweetness thickening.
Vivian loved the more feral parts of me.
It made it that much easier to submit to my own primal needs.
I ate her pussy like I was starving, forcing her thighs apart and holding them in place as she started to thrash underneath me.
More fight in her. She tried to kick her legs, and—occasionally—I let her, just so I could pin them back down.
She slapped at my head as she moaned my name.
It spurred me on, the fight only making me hungrier.
I went to push a finger into her, but a sudden unhappy noise stopped me.
“No, I don’t want anything in me today unless it’s your cocks,” she whined.
She would make the insertion so much harder on herself without preparation, but I wouldn’t argue.
If she wanted a little extra pain, who was I to judge?
After all, my cocks got harder with each flailing limb’s blow to my head and shoulders as I feasted.
I was grinding my hips into the damn mattress to keep them from aching with need while I helped her reach her peak.
“As you wish,” I purred against her, lapping at her clit. Maybe we both were a little masochistic.
It didn’t take long to reach that threshold.
“I’m coming, Theo!” she cried out, her pussy pulsing against the flat of my tongue as if desperately trying to grasp for something that wasn’t there to fill it. Poor thing. I’d fix that shortly.
I planted appreciative kisses into her fur, waiting for the waves of pleasure to subside.
The sound of rain filled the small space with a soothing rattle amongst the rolls of thunder.
The lantern light flickered on her pale skin, casting lovely, curved shadows onto the walls.
I hoped this was just as perfect for her as it was for me.
I couldn’t remember ever feeling so at peace.
“Alright, Little Goddess. I’ve run out of patience.” I sat up between her thighs, staring hungrily down at her. “You’re gonna take one cock at a time now to completion. Do you think you can do that for me?”
She reached down and spread her lips. “I want you to fuck me like I’m not a demigoddess. You promised to ruin me.”
I grinned sharp teeth down at her. “I’ll do my best, darling. But first, we need to fit me in there. Move those hands and let me take control.”
She stopped spreading herself, the backs of her wrists falling to the pillow beside her head.
Her dainty fingers curled towards her pink palms loosely.
She watched with wide eyes as I took my cocks, positioning one to slip over her clit, and the other at her entrance.
I grasped behind her knees and lifted, cradling her legs for a better angle as I pushed my hips forward.
My tip entered her and my head spun. So. Tight.
The need to force myself all the way in was painful. But my cock would only get wider, and she was already wincing despite her open-mouth moans challenging the thunder’s volume.
“That’s right, scream if you need to. You’re doing so well. So wet for me,” I praised, indulging in squeezing another inch or so into her. A shiver ran up my spine.
“It feels good, but it’s so much,” she gasped. “Is it in all the way?”
I stroked deeper.
“Almost halfway there,” I purred soothingly, staring down at my length which had only partially disappeared inside of her. Her lips looked so thin stretched around me. Could I tear those delicate petals if I wasn’t careful? “You’re so strong. Take a deep breath and be brave, darling.”
She did, and I pushed.
Her body reacted to the discomfort with pleasure; her arousal seemed to double. In one thrust, I slipped to my hilt, nearly falling on top of her from the unexpected give.
Caught off guard, and a little worried I’d underestimated my own strength, I stared down at her with wide eyes. The raised black marks around my cock throbbed against her soft flesh.
“I did it,” she smiled weakly, her brows arched and breaths heavy.
“Look at that,” I panted, glancing at where we were connected to make sure I hadn’t torn her. “You fit an entire monster cock inside of you. Now, you’re gonna feel it stroking in and out. And I want you to lay there and think about how every inch pleasures you. Okay?”
She nodded.
I slowly, carefully, pulled out and slid back inside. All the while, watching her face flush and twist into a truly obscene open-mouth expression.
“It’s pressing against my g-spot I think,” she whimpered when I was about two-thirds of the way buried inside of her.
“And how does that feel?” I didn’t know what that meant. Was it good or bad?
“Like I may come just laying like this.”
“Oh, Viv,” I moaned, staying put for a moment to rock back and forth against that sensitive area. Making a mental note of exactly how deep I was for when it came time to fuck her forcibly. “Let me earn it.” I stroked all the way to my base.
Her neck arched as she moaned.
Staring at that vital area under her jaw, I wrapped a hand around her throat.
My thumb pressed into the patter of her pulse.
I wanted to feel it race for me as I overtook her body.
The indulgence of knowing how much this affected her was just as satisfying as the feeling of her tightly squeezed around my cock.
As a male and as a predator, I had her exactly where I wanted her.
Helplessly pinned and at my mercy. Heart racing. Bathing me in her mouth-watering scent.
“It’s so deep. I’ve never felt anything like it.” Her mouth gaped as she tried to look between us at where we were joined.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s just a lot.”
“Are you ready to be fucked now?”
She nodded with a moan.
“You’ll tell me you like it by making noises for me. If you get quiet, I stop. Understood?”
“I think I can do that.”
“Good.” I grabbed her face, forcing the webbing between my thumb and forefinger between her teeth. “Now scream for me.”
I began pumping into her relentlessly. She bit down on my hand, muffling her cries as her pussy immediately started pulsing around me in orgasm.
The first of many. She gripped my forearm with both her hands, holding on for dear life.
I couldn’t look away as I rutted into her, the wet sounds of our bodies joined telling me just how much she was loving being overtaken.
My back flexed, my muscles threatening to grow.
The only thing that kept me from fully shifting was knowing if I did, she may be scared.
Our bodies may not fit together anymore.
We may have to stop. I didn’t want to face that possibility.
Good fear morphing into actual terror. Sweet discomfort morphing into real pain.
I stayed in just enough control to teeter on the edge.
Her pulse pounded against my grip on her throat. She was so lost in the shrieks of her next orgasm that she stopped biting down for a moment. Her mouth opened over my hand before sinking its teeth back into my flesh once the wave passed.
Fuck she was perfect. My own little piece of heaven to defile. I let go of her jaw. I wanted her abusive mother to hear her wanton screams in the skies. Vivian was in better hands now. Four of them. Dedicated to her happiness.
“Are you ready to be filled, darling?” I groaned, slowing down just enough to savor the moment with deep, intentional thrusts.
“God, yes!”
I slid my knees under her, lifting her hips onto my lap so she had a better view as I thrust in… once... twice… unnnnnhh.