Chapter 14 #3
Rapture cleaved through Shay, blinding and deafening her as she came with a choked cry.
Her back bowed off the bed, and she squeezed the bedding while the already overwhelming pleasure rocketed into something so intense that it nearly shattered her mind.
Everything returned in a rush—the cascading waves of bliss crashing through her, her scream, Drakkal’s rumbling growl as he greedily drank from her pussy, the rasp of the bedding against her bare skin as she writhed atop it, the press of the claws of his right hand against her thigh.
She was still riding those waves when Drakkal moved faster than she could quite comprehend.
His hands were suddenly on her hips, and he flipped her over.
Reflexively, she caught herself on hands and knees.
Even if she’d had time to react, to resist, she never could’ve overcome his strength—but she didn’t want to.
She knew what was coming and she craved it.
Though her pussy was still spasming from her last orgasm, she needed more.
Drakkal spanned his big hands over her hips, angled her ass up, and thrust into her.
Shay gasped at the sharp sting of his entry, rocking forward with the force of it.
She felt herself stretching around him. Before she could draw another breath, he drew his hips back and yanked her ass toward him as he pumped forward, plunging his thick cock into her again, shoving deeper and forcing her body to accommodate him, to accept him, to take all of him. And it did, ravenously—greedily.
She closed her eyes and moaned, shoving back against him as he sank into her again and again, his entry eased by her slick.
His claws pressed into her hips as he thrust, until finally, she had accepted all of him except the thickest part—his knot.
With each gyration of his hips, he released a heavy grunt, their volume increasing along with his pace.
Drakkal bent forward, pressing his huge body over hers to surround her with his heat and soothe her with his fur.
He moved his left arm over her left shoulder and wrapped his metal hand around the underside of her jaw while he slid his right hand down to her sex, pressing the pad of a finger over her clit.
She was trapped by his body—trapped in a cage from which she never wanted to escape.
She felt his lips and his warm, ragged breath on the side of her neck as he lowered his head.
He unleashed himself in that moment.
His pace became frenzied, wild, relentless, and the slide of his big, hard cock struck that perfect spot inside her repeatedly, sparking new blasts of pleasure before the prior sensations had faded.
His scent invaded her senses, along with the combined smell of sex.
Breathy, needy moans tore from her throat as he plunged in and out of her.
The overwhelming pleasure building inside her made her mindless.
She grasped the bedding in her fists, helpless but to submit to the beast holding her body captive.
Guttural, feral sounds escaped Drakkal, and though his hold on her was firm, he did not hurt her. The minor pain she’d experienced in the beginning had faded, leaving only blistering pleasure.
With every thrust of his hips, he rocked her pelvis upon the finger pressed to her clit.
Soon, the prickles of sensation spreading through her strengthened into an electric pulse that crackled along her every nerve, searing her with white-hot pleasure from head to toe. Another rush of heat flooded her core.
“Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! Nngh! Drakkal,” she cried as her muscles locked and spasmed, and her pussy contracted around his shaft. The ecstasy was so staggering that she would have fallen were it not for his hold on her.
Drakkal snarled next to her ear, and his pace grew impossibly faster, sending her straight into another orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut and let it take her.
He flattened his hand on her pelvis, pulled her toward him, and drove into her one last time, tightly wedging their bodies together.
She gasped as the knot near the base of his shaft was forced into her sex.
Her flesh stretched, and she felt the burn, but she just as clearly felt the throbbing of his pulse and an immense, unbelievable fullness. And then he expanded.
His body tensed around her, and Drakkal roared—a sound that would’ve sent a lion running with its tail tucked between its legs.
The roar ended when he clamped his fangs over the place where her neck met her shoulder, their tips producing pricks of delightful pain.
Hot seed burst from his cock an instant later, its force and heat triggering another climax for Shay.
Her awareness narrowed, leaving only the sensations coursing through her, the feel of his body over hers, the sting from his teeth, the twitching of his cock inside her.
Shay panted; her ragged breath lifted her hair away from her face in little bursts.
She remained utterly still as her pussy continued to spasm and contract around Drakkal’s shaft.
She had no choice, not with the way he held her immobile—which only turned her on more.
Her flushed, sweat-slickened skin was made only hotter by the living furnace covering her.
Drakkal’s left hand loosened and fell away from Shay’s neck.
He pressed it down on the bed, bracing his weight atop it, while shifting his right hand to the outside of her thigh.
A low, rumbling sound emanated from his chest and vibrated into her as he widened his jaw and withdrew his fangs.
Not a moment later, he pressed his mouth down over the wounds and caressed away the lingering sting with his lips and tongue.
With his arm no longer holding her up, Shay sagged down, and Drakkal followed.
From this position—with her ass still pressed against his pelvis—he felt even bigger inside her.
The rumbling in his chest continued as he rubbed his face up and down her neck and along her shoulder, occasionally lapping at the spot where he’d bitten her.
Exhausted and floating on a lusty, satisfied haze, it took Shay a few seconds to realize what was happening. “Are you…purring?”
“I’m enjoying you.” There was unmasked contentment in his voice. He ran his rough tongue behind Shay’s ear, sending shivers through her.
His cock pulsed, and another burst of warmth flooded her. Drakkal tightened his arms around her, shuddering, and released a low growl.
“Are you… Did you just… Still?” Shay asked, shocked. She attempted to push herself up, to pull away, but Drakkal kept his arms locked around her, holding her close to his body.
“Can’t yet. You’ll just hurt both of us.” He teased her with his tongue again, this time along the underside of her jaw.
She wasn’t quite sure what to do with this loving, cuddly side of Drakkal, but if she was perfectly honest with herself…she liked what he was doing. Really liked it. “What do you mean?”
“I’m knotted, kiraia. You know we cannot separate until it’s done.” He pressed his lips against her neck and groaned, his body seizing as yet more seed pumped out of him. This time, it sent a pleasurable thrill through her, nearly pushing her over the edge again.
Shay shook her head, trying to think through the thickening fog of pleasure. “Uh, yeah, this isn’t something that happens with humans.”
As soon as he eased again, he asked, “Are you saying that’s as big as your males’ cocks get?”
She laughed, but the way it made her body shake sent fresh waves of pleasure through her, making her toes curl as she and Drakkal groan in unison.
“I should have known sex with an alien would have some weird aspects to it.” She pressed back against him and waited until the intensity of the sensations diminished before speaking again. “So you mean…we’re stuck together?”
“Until I’m spent.” His purring strengthened, and his right hand shifted to cover one of her breasts. “Fortunately, I don’t have anywhere else to be.” He tweaked her nipple.
Shay gasped as a bolt of pleasure flowed through her; his touch was like a live wire connected straight to her clit. “Lucky me,” she said breathlessly.
Drakkal chuckled deeply; the sound flowed into Shay, only heightening her pleasure.
When his cock twitched and poured more liquid fire into her, it was too much for Shay to bear; she came again, filling the room with raspy moans. Drakkal gyrated against her, creating just enough friction to prolong her orgasm and turn her moans into a cry of ecstasy.
Her body went slack when it was done. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against the bedding, panting. She wanted nothing more than to sleep. She couldn’t remember ever being so well and thoroughly loved—couldn’t remember being sexed to the point of exhaustion.
Because she hadn’t been. Not until now.
Drakkal rubbed his face against her neck and placing a gentle kiss over the place he’d bitten. “Your pleasure is beautiful, kiraia.”
Shay’s lips curled into a dreamy smile; she could only hum in response to him.
They remained that way for a while, his lips, tongue, and right hand lovingly stroking her body, caressing her skin, her breasts, her belly, and her clit.
No part of her was left untouched. It was strange being physically tied to him like this.
Had she known about his knotting before, she might’ve said no, might’ve resisted a little more, might’ve—
Oh, who the fuck was she kidding? This gave new meaning to after-sex cuddling; it was more intimate than anything she'd ever experienced. Besides, she’d wanted the big azhera too damned badly, and she was enjoying this more with each passing moment.
But she worried that this was more than just an itch being scratched.
That it was so much more. That scared her; she was already growing too attached to him.