Human Pet Prison (Possessive Aliens #7) - Loki Renard Page 0,12
going to push myself deep inside you, feel the soft flesh of your tender humanity wrap tight around me.”
“You’re a coward,” I hiss. “I’m bound, so I can’t stop you. Humans have a term for what you’re doing to me.”
“Making you orgasm? Watching you climax all over my various appendages?”
He may have a sense of humor, but it is a pointed and sharp one, just like the rest of him.
“Taking me against my will. R…”
“I won’t put one inch of this cock inside you without you begging for it,” he says. “How long has it been since a male filled you? Years, I’d wager. You have the bearing of a woman who has gone far too long between fuckings.”
He’s crude. He’s monstrous. And he’s right. It has been too long. If it hadn’t been so long, I would not be susceptible to his rough seduction. My clit wouldn’t be throbbing, my inner thighs wouldn’t be slicking themselves with my juices, and I wouldn’t be trying to figure out a way to have that cock buried inside me without actually asking for it.
He lowers himself toward me, the underside of his cock dragging lightly over my clit. I bite my lower lip in the attempt to stop the moan from escaping my lips, but I can’t. He hears the moan, his devilish horns canting forward as he focuses all his sexy attention on me.
He wants to stretch and fill me, and now that I am wet and panting with desire, I have no resistance to offer him. I hate him. Of course I hate him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to touch me. It means his touch brings a fission of aggression and excitement between my legs, in the very place he wants to make his own.
I have survived as long as I have by being able to take the best from every situation, no matter how desperate and dire. I know he intends to use this sexual conquest to break me. But I know how to use the energy another way. I know how to make it nourish me, to take the pleasure deep. We are but two bodies. His may be massive and powerful, and mine may be soft and tied down, but that doesn't mean he will prevail in the end.
“Ask me for my cock.”
He drifts the head of it along my slit, teasing and taunting me with the promise of alien flesh.
“Fuck you,” I curse, as he pulls his cock away and bends down so his tongue makes another lapping passage around the bud of my clit, sending more fresh tremors through me, but giving me no real release. I cannot begin to explain how oddly powerful I feel with this epic creature crouching before me, his leviathan body bent to the task of giving me pleasure.
An orgasm runs through me, triggered by the touch of his tongue. He knows my anatomy well, where to be rough, where to be gentle, and how to make that sensitive collection of nerves sing.
“You can ask me for my cock, or you can keep climaxing like this, the sweet little bud of your clit so wet and swollen,” he purrs, giving it a light kiss which sends fresh tectonic tremors through my flesh.
“Give me your cock.”
“Not really a polite request, but we can work on the matter of manners, pet,” he says with a sexy, husky laugh. He rises up in front of me and places massive hands on either side of my head, his agile hips guiding his rod toward the core of me.
I feel the tightness of anticipation as the head bumps up against my lips, sitting on the precipice of a madness I can already sense will consume us both. I am soaked, and not just with the effects of his tongue. I am just as lost in animal need as this massive scythkin warrior, my hatred and captivity only serving to fuel my lust.
His cock spreads my lower lips and sinks inside me. I am astounded by how natural it feels to be mated by him, how well my body accepts and wraps around him, my inner walls squeezing that dangerous flesh as if he were a lover of my choosing.
He goes deep, and he goes completely, filling me all the way up until I feel the base of his cock against my lips, the hard plating of his genital plane pressing into the softness of my sex. I am stretched as wide