she felt, she repeated them with as much emotion. “My love.” Passion surged at the declaration, adding harsh demand to the sweeter sentiment.
He groaned again. Then they were moving, spinning, ending with him under her. He still controlled her in the fashion that made her eager. He clutched her hips, moving her, raising and lowering so she was forced to ride his driving cocks. She could only brace herself against his chest as he took her with powerful thrusts. To be in a position that should have put her in control, yet be rendered helpless to his lust all the same, drove her wild with excitement. She clawed his chest as lust bit deep.
He growled and reared up to sink his fangs into her breast. Tina cried out at the brief stab of pain but offered no struggle. Carnal craving grew strong, twisting her insides, consuming her. She was his, his willing slave and lover, fated to serve his every craving. As euphoria from his venom stole over her, she welcomed it with her entire being.
“Anything,” she moaned while he licked the thin trickle of blood from her wounds.
“Call me your Nobek. Let me hear it.”
“You’re my Nobek. I’m your Matara. Forever clanmates.” Her sex clenched.
He moved her again, so that he kneeled on the bed and held her hips off its surface, her legs slung over his arms, her weight on her shoulders. “Tell me about this pussy and ass I’m fucking. Tell me who they belong to.”
“Yours. Every inch of me belongs to you, my Nobek.”
“Always.”
“Always.”
His strokes grew stronger, pounding against her in that gorgeous aching that underscored his rule. Osopa loomed over her, his muscles clenching so that they stood out in carved glory. She’d never seen anyone so magnificent.
Fed by the intoxicant he’d injected, excitement swelled huge, pushing at her boundaries. She jerked in reaction, but he held her with little effort. Her arms were free, but she was defenseless, unable to fight him off. She pounded the mat with white-knuckled fists, compelled to accept his dominion over her.
“Touch yourself,” Osopa demanded. “Play with your clit while I fuck you.”
Tina had refused to explore herself since she’d gotten her first period. She’d asked her father for sanitary supplies after it had happened. The memory of his lips curled in disgust made her cringe years later. He’d sent her to the store with the declaration, “Buy what’s required for your dirtiness yourself.” Only with the barriers of cloth or paper had she dared to approach her own womanhood.
She was startled when she obeyed Osopa before she could think twice about it. Her fingers delved into her brazen red curls to seize the swollen nub. She gasped at the exciting sizzle she gave herself, the stab of pure elation. Rubbing was even better. She arched, crying out.
As sadly unfamiliar with her own pussy as she was, she’d been well taught by her clan. They’d shown her what felt best, and she put her new knowledge to use. She circled that most sensitive flesh to tease herself to distraction. An occasional brush over the tip caused yearning to double in an instant. Stroking between finger and thumb, her pulse thundered in that tiny collection of nerves.
“That’s it. Make it so you’re desperate to come for me.”
Tina did as she was told, despite the torment that came from desperate longing. Osopa watched her work her own flesh, pounding his cocks deep into her, rubbing the sensitive parts within to set her writhing. His gaze was feral as he urged her on, insisting she pleasure herself to the point where release was only a word of consent away.
He refused to grant the permission she needed, his smile adoring yet cruel as she begged for mercy. “Sweet Matara,” he crooned, his groin slapping against her harder than ever. “Keeping playing with that pretty clit. I love seeing it as red as your hair. Rub it hard. Harder. Don’t stop.”
The friction hurt in that delicious manner that proved she belonged to him. Tina couldn’t halt without his approval.
The moment of compassion arrived as Osopa’s groans became continuous. As his rhythm faltered, he ground out between clenched teeth, “Come, my Matara.”
His cocks jerked inside her, filling her with his seed as ecstasy took her over. They shuddered together, crying out in a single voice, finding paradise as a completed entity formed of two broken halves. The healing had begun.
It was impossible to part afterwards, basking in the wonder of their union, gazing at each