out the heat, so he lies on top of me, his monster-sized cock resting against my ass cheeks. I can feel every pulsing vein. God, it won’t fit. That’s what my brain tells me.
My body? Well, my pussy is literally pulsating. I’ve never felt it do that before. It’s desperate to feel him inside me, and I slide beneath him, begging him to enter me.
He slides back across me, until the tip of his cock is right against my entrance.
He pushes a half inch in. It’s tight already, but so ungodly warm and fulfilling.
“More,” I say, desperation in my voice. “More!”
He presses in. I expect another half inch, but he gives me two.
It should tear me in half, but it doesn’t. My inner walls clench against him, and I can almost taste his scent as he slides inside me. It’s like I taste him straight from my brain, without my tongue having to be involved at all, and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
“Krakon,” I say. I’m in disbelief. How can it feel this good?
“When our species first made contact,” he says, “we all thought the same thing. It will never fit.”
I laugh. I try to imagine this problem on a much larger scale. Millions of huge-dicked aliens staring down these tiny woman, they all want to fuck each other’s brains out, but they’re mentally pulling out the measuring tape and shaking their heads in disappointment.
“How…” I whisper.
“It’s the scent,” he says. “It changes you.”
I don’t need to ask what changes he means. My pussy is throbbing around his cock, as if it was so impatient for him to cum inside me that it’s milking him. I’m almost certain that if I stopped moving entirely, my pussy would keep going. That it could probably make him cum despite my stillness. It’s impossible to test this theory, as I can’t stop moving
“More,” I say, drool dripping out from the corner of my mouth.
He slides all the way in. That splitting feeling is still there, but it’s so good. It’s an intense and overpowering feeling of being too full, but there’s no pain, and it just becomes a physical reminder of how big and strong he is. Of how he will protect me and keep me safe at all costs, of--
He thrusts in and out. All thoughts are purged from my brain. He lobotomizes me with his big alien cock, if only temporarily. I squirm beneath him. From this position I can’t move much, but God, do I try.
He moves enough for both of us. His thrusts so hard and fast into me, and so deep, that each thrust buries into me, and his balls slap against me.
My ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust, and even as he moves with frenzied speed, my pussy still pulses and milks his big beautiful cock.
I start to cum. It’s more violent than when he was going down on me. It’s an explosion rather than a storm. All of that energy channeled into a much smaller space. The lower half of my body moves as if on auto-pilot. My walls pulse along his cock, begging for his seed. My ass and hips buck against him. My upper body just convulses violently. Drool pools below my mouth--tears below my cheek--and I laugh and scream and cry as Krakon moans an otherworldly pleasure, our screams filling and echoing throughout the cave.
His cock throbs and his sweet seed fills me entirely. That sweet taste goes straight to my brain, and even though we’re in a storm colder than anything on Earth, it’s like summer is filling my veins.
Even after he collapses onto me, his cock blasts five or six more loads inside of me. I’m overflowing. I reach down and touch myself, and his thick cum coats my fingers. I lick it, and it’s sweet and beautiful. It’s not a food taste, it’s something else.
“A drug,” he says. “That’s what you tasted like.”
We lie together for the rest of the night, falling in and out of sleep.
We both realize, I think, that even though we are keeping each other warm, it’s getting colder. We can keep fucking each other until we finally run out of heat. All things considered, it’s a much better way to die than from a snake bite.
Krakon tells me about the centuries-long orgy. It’s what we just did, but on a scale of millions.
“There’s not a lot of purebloods left on either side,” he says.
“Old aristocracy mostly, on our side. They have to keep