Raven's Return - Ruby Dixon Page 0,73

like you think I am cruel," I murmur, loving how worked up she is. "It sounds like you want my cock."

"I do," she whimpers. "So, so badly." She arches her hips against my fingers. "Please, U'dron."

I put my hand on my cock and guide it through her folds one last time, then fit the head at the entrance of her body. She seems small, the head of my cock enormous against her skin. I hesitate for a moment, because I do not wish to hurt her, but she arches her hips and pushes up against me, and the head dips in anyhow.

We both groan at that.

"Oooh, god," R'ven moans. "You feel amazing. Keep going."

Every muscle in my body feels tense as I slowly feed my cock into her body. She is tight, her cunt hot and slick, but I feel as if I must go carefully so I do not hurt her. R'ven's cries are noisy encouragement, and she sounds so aroused that I fear I will lose control. I watch as I feed my thick length into her body, fascinated at the sight of her clasping my cock.

"That's good," she tells me, voice throaty with encouragement. "You're filling me up so good."

My control shatters at that. I thrust forward, unable to help myself, and then freeze, worried that I have somehow hurt her.

But R'ven only moans again, her nails digging into my skin like the tiniest of claws. "Oh…keep going."

I groan, undone by her eagerness. I thrust again, plowing deeper into her heat, and then over and over, working myself into her channel until I am seated fully. Once I am, I hold her hip and rock mine against her, watching her face. Her lashes flutter, her lips parted, and her hand moves lower. For a moment, I think she is going to touch our joined bodies, but her hand goes to her clit instead, where my spur presses against it.

"Ooooh, god," she whimpers. "Whatever creator made you, thank you for this."

"Should I…keep going?" I ask, curious. My entire body is straining with the need to bury myself into her again, to thrust and thrust and claim her like a rutting beast. But I am not entirely certain if her words are good or bad, or just babbling.

"Keep going." Her nod is frantic. "If you stop now, I'm going to die."

"I do not wish for that to happen," I say gravely. I think she is exaggerating…I think. But if I must pound my cock into her tight cunt to save her life, I shall gladly do so. "Tell me if you are dying."

Her giggle turns into a choked cry when I thrust again, and her legs jerk and squeeze around my hips. "Oh fuck," she breathes again. When I pause, she pounds a hand on my shoulder. "Keep going, U'dron. Oh god, keep going."

I lean down and try to kiss her, but our height differences are so much that all I can do is kiss the top of her head. I do that, and as I lean over her, it pushes my cock deeper into her body. She lets out a squeak, her hands digging into my hips as I do. She liked that. She liked it when I went deep. Encouraged, I work my hips, thrusting into her again. The angle is slightly different, though, and I spend the next few thrusts trying to figure out how to recapture that fascinating squeak she made. She feels incredible to me, her cunt clasping me so tightly it makes it hard to focus…but I want to make her come again, too.

"Are you okay?" she asks, breathless, when I shift our bodies again.

"I am trying to make you squeak," I point out to her, rocking my hips again as I thrust. Her thighs seem to be in the way, wrapped as they are around my hips, and I cannot get as deep as I want to. I pull one of her thighs away and push it forward, her knee almost to her teat, and with my thrust that time, her eyes go wide and she makes the noise again.

Perfect.

"Does this feel good?" I rasp, even as I drive into her. "Should I stop?"

"N-no. No stopping!" She squeaks again when I slam into her, so deep that my sac smacks against her skin. "Don't stop!"

I love that I can thrust into her as hard as I want—not to hurt her, just to let go. She will not break under me but accepts