The Breeding Prize - Aya Morningstar Page 0,47

between her legs and along her flat, soft stomach. As good as it feels, I'm craving more.

I reach up and take possessive hold of her wide hips. My fingers dig into the thick flesh of hips and ass. I lift her up. She's not heavy, especially not for me, and she presses her knees into the grass to lift herself up. With my hands freed, I guide my cock toward her opening. She lets out a perfect little moan as the head of my cock rubs against her clit, but then I bring it lower until it's ready to enter her.

I don't have to tell her to do anything, she falls down at once, and as she lowers herself down, I feel myself sliding deep inside her. It's warm, tight, and inviting, but best of all, it's her. It's Annabelle, my Muru, giving herself willingly to me. Sharing her body and her sex with me. Offering her fertile womb to me willingly and lovingly.

This is what Kula spoke of. This is better than a six-dimensional bond. If I can claim her like this, then I know I can impregnate her.

She gasps as I fill her and split her open. Her inner walls are soaking wet and tight, but I'm stuffing her completely full. She tightens the muscles on her thighs, and she clenches and squeezes my shaft. Soon she's sitting on top of me. I can feel her beautiful ass on my upper thighs, and her soft skin is pressing gently on my balls.

I run my hands gently and slowly up her curves. First along her hips, and then into the dipping concave of her hips. I reach further up, massaging her breasts, and then I bring a hand to her throat. I grip gently, but enough to cover her throat with my grip, to encircle her. I don't know what brings me to do it—I'm not going to choke or to harm her—but I want her to feel that I possess her. That she is mine.

I squeeze her neck with a little more force, and she gasps, then starts riding me like a woman possessed.

The suddenness of it sets a fire off inside me. It's probably just adrenaline, but it's the kind of adrenaline that I've never felt even in battle. Not even when I thought I was certainly going to die a painful death, or when I killed another warrior. This adrenaline is different, and it's something that only my Muru can ever give me. It's lust and love and warmth and electricity, and I crave it with every inch of my being.

I move against her as she rides me. I squeeze tighter on her neck, still taking the greatest care to not hurt her in any way. Her palms dig into my chest, and her thick ass cheeks slap against my body each time she slides down and my cock buries itself deep into her tight wetness.

Her breasts move in glorious motion as she rides me, slapping up and down on her perfect body. I release my grip on her neck and run my hand over her mouth. She slides two of my fingers into her mouth and sucks on them as she rides me. She leans forward and meets my eyes. We stare into each other's gaze as she sucks my fingers and swallows my cock between her legs.

I pull my fingers from her mouth and pull her down so her lips meet mine. Our tongues dance together as we fuck, and then I roll her onto her side and pull out of her. I roll her onto her belly and slide my cock into her from behind. Her asscheeks press warm and soft against my hard abs as I bury myself inside her. I piston in and out of her. I dig my forearm into her back as I buck my hips with a frenetic intensity.

Soon her inner walls clench along my cock like a wet and warm vice. I can feel the bulging veins of my alien dick pressing against her tight insides. Each time I almost pull out of her, there's a wet and loud pop. I'm fucking her airtight with each pump, and she's growing more and more wet with each thrust.

Soon she's screaming.

"Raiska! God! Raiska! Fuck me harder, Muru, make love to me so hard that you put twins into me!"

That makes me go faster. Harder. Deeper. "This is the appropriate time to call me, Muru! Yes!"

I grip hard on her