Epilogue, Part Two #2
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes. X. God, all these years and I’ve never— No one has ever touched me like—” I lose my words as his tongue flicks against my clit, and my hips buck up so sharply, I would impale myself on his fangs if not for the way he’s holding me down.
He licks me again and then pulls away, looking up at me.
“It would change nothing if you had,” he murmurs.
Then he grins. “But I am glad you have not.” His hands slide down from my hips to squeeze my thighs, and then one delves between, large palm rubbing against my slick and sensitive core.
“You have waited so long,” he says. “Should I reward you?”
“Yes,” I plead. “Yes.”
He grins, claws retracting so one finger can slide into me, pumping slowly.
A second soon joins it, scissoring inside of me to stretch me out while I moan and writhe in his tentacles’ grips.
“I have waited long, too,” he says. “Last time, I was injured. Unable to have you as I wanted. This time I will have you so much longer, so much fiercer. Are you ready for me?”
“So ready.” I practically sob it, grinding against his hand in need for more. “Give it to me, X, please!” When he doesn’t immediately do as I ask, I squirm, and in desperation, suck the tip of one of his tentacles into my mouth.
He groans, a shockingly low rumble of a sound that catches both of us off guard. I let the tentacle slip from my mouth and look at him, finding his black eyes wide and a bit wild.
“Do that again,” he demands.
I obediently open wide, and he pushes the tentacle between my lips, letting it slide against my tongue.
At the same time, he resumes working me with his fingers.
We both moan at once. I suck harder, open wider, and his tentacle pushes deeper, nudging into my throat.
My eyes roll back as his fingers plunge deeper into me, curling to find that sweet spot.
At the same time, his other tentacles tighten around me.
One curls around my neck; others tease at my breasts, suction cups providing a gentle sucking pressure that makes me whine around my mouthful of muscular flesh.
X removes his fingers, and one of his tentacles pushes between my legs instead, pressing inside of me.
It pushes deeper and deeper, stretching me open.
I try to cry out, but the tentacle in my mouth gags me, and another tightens around my neck.
My eyes roll as the muscular appendages work inside of my mouth and my pussy in tandem.
Twisting and twitching, exploring my body in ways it’s never been explored before.
I tremble, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as the sensation becomes almost overwhelming.
Just when I think I can’t possibly take more, a second tentacle joins the first between my legs, pushing into me, filling me up so completely that I immediately topple over the edge.
The orgasm racks my entire body. I shake, whimper, writhe, twitching and gasping around my mouthful as the tentacles continue to pleasure me through it. My muscles spasm and heat sparks inside of me for what feels like ages before I sink down against the bed, limp and throbbing.
X’s tentacle slides out of my mouth, leaving a string of drool. The others recede from between my legs, leaving me empty and aching. X climbs up over my body, his hard, heavy cock dragging against my skin as he settles on top of me.
“I hope you are not tired already,” he says. “We’ve just begun.”
I grab a fistful of his hair, pulling tight and drawing a surprised chuckle out of him. “Give me more.”
His cock slides against my slick core, teasing.
It’s so big, and I remember how tight the stretch was.
I could barely handle it, but I want it again.
I want more. I want him to fuck me properly this time, like he promised.
I’ve thought about it for so many years, relived our one night together over and over again in my dreams.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him close against me, and kiss him fiercely. He groans into my mouth as his cock nudges against my entrance again, and this time, begins to press inside.
There. I arch against him, mewling, panting.
There is that fullness that I’ve craved all these years.
He’s so goddamn big, it makes my eyes water, but still I rock my hips against him, inviting him deeper.
He slides into me, inch by inch, teeth clenched from the effort of holding himself back from moving too fast. Even when I whine and beg, he takes his time.
Moving slowly, carefully, until at last, he’s fully sheathed within me.
He pauses a moment, breathing hard. Then he begins to move. Slow, deep thrusts that seem to hit somewhere in my stomach. My head lolls back, mouth falling open, nails digging into his back as I hold him against me.
“You feel so good,” he growls, his voice lower than I’ve ever heard it, edged with raw need. “Perfect. My mate.”
“Yes.” My legs tighten around his waist. “Harder, X. Faster. Show me how much you missed me.”
He complies, his thrusts quickening, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
Harder and faster, until the bed is squeaking and the headboard thuds into the wall.
Hard enough that I fear we might break it.
And it is ecstasy. My body needs this roughness, each snap of his hips seeming to fill me up better and better.
I cry out in pleasure, clinging to him. “X,” I pant. “Taujak—”
The word draws a deep growl, a feral sound, from his throat.
He pulls out all at once and flips me over, his tentacles wrapping around me and rearranging me on my hands and knees.
He yanks my hips back against him, his fingers digging bruises into my skin as he plunges into me again.
I grab the headboard, holding on for dear life as he fucks me from behind.
His tentacles continue to hold me in a firm embrace, making it impossible for me to move even if I wanted to.
“Taujak,” he snarls, and there’s something feral about it. “I’ve waited so long to breed you.”
The word breed sends a pleasant shiver through me.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Breed me. I’m yours.”
“Going to fill you with my seed again and again,” he says. “Fill you up until you overflow. Every night, till it takes root, and you bear a dozen children for me.”
I don’t know if that will ever be possible. Neither does he. But oh, in the moment, it does not detract from the fantasy. It’s so hot to think of being used like he says, of being filled up and bred, and I can feel my muscles tightening, pussy clenching around his cock.
“God, yes,” I whimper. “Cum inside me. Please. Please, give it to me, X. Breed me. Make me yours.”
He lets out a guttural animal snarl and shoves me down prone on the mattress, his larger body caging mine. His tentacles wrap around me, covering my eyes and my mouth, squeezing my neck. Holding me fully helpless as his thrusts grow choppy and frantic.
I come hard, my cry of pleasure muffled as a tentacle stuffs into my mouth the second it opens.
A moment later, X follows me over the edge with a low groan, tentacles twitching and squeezing as he pumps me full of cum.
I can feel it inside of me, so warm and slick and plentiful, filling me to the brim.
He stays on top of me, panting into my ear, cock throbbing inside of me, until both of us are wrung dry.
We lie together for a few moments, thoroughly entangled.
His tentacles loosen their grip but continue to stroke and caress me, sending pleasant little aftershocks through my overstimulated body.
The moment he pulls out, a tentacle presses in to replace his cock, pressing spilled cum back inside of me as X lets out a displeased grumble.
“Do not waste,” he says. I let out a soft huff of a laugh, but it cuts off in a gasp as his tentacle presses deeper into me. I’m not sure I can take any more right now, but he doesn’t try to pleasure me, just keeps me satisfyingly full.
X lowers himself onto the bed at my side and carefully rolls me so he can hold me against him, my back to his chest. It rumbles against me as he purrs contentedly, arms and tentacles wrapped around me in a cozy cocoon.
After lying together for a while, enjoying the quiet, I insist on going to wash up. X growls and grumbles about it but eventually obliges, letting me tug him into the bathroom. He startles as the rain showerhead begins, staring in fascination as we wait for it to warm up.
When I pull him in with me, he lets out a low groan of happiness as hot water cascades over his skin. He leans his head back, eyes sliding shut, tentacles twitching in pleasure.
“It is like the seas of my planet,” he says.
“Does it feel good?” I wet a washcloth and slide it over his skin, carefully washing each tentacle.
“Very, very good,” he agrees. “Warm. Wet. Almost as good as your body.”
My lips twitch in amusement. “Sure it’s not better than my body?”
“No!” His eyes open and narrow at me. “Nothing is as good as that.”
I laugh, leaning into him, and he pulls me into his arms.