Page 23 of Tortured

Tribes fought each other endlessly, trying to find better ground to call home. It was all pointless. Horrible pakana storms knocked out any power that we had and that led to more fighting.

Fighting that took so many of our elders, including my parents.

“Noooo!” The scream brings me running and I tear through the doorway, not surprised to see Lacey caught up in nightmares again. Her body thrashes and fights her invisible enemies and she struggles against me when I catch her wrists before she hurts herself.

“Shhh. It’s alright, small one. You are alright.” But it barely registers and once again, I tug her to me and kiss her, my tongue pushing through her parted lips and finding her slender tongue, wrapping around it. She pants and each breath is a power struggle between us until I let her hands go and she wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair and wrapping it around and around until she’s pulling at my hair ruthlessly.

I lift my head, thinking that she wants me to stop but she reaches up and pulls my head back down. Our lips fuse and move together, each second making my heart race faster, my breath pant out of me.

Her sweet breath fans across my mouth and she whispers, “Make me feel good, Koehn. I just want to forget for a little bit.”

This is a horrible idea but I can’t stop myself. Can’t deny her the release that we both want.

I pull my clothes off, watching as her eyes go big and round and she bites her lip, eyeing my cock.

“You’re so big.”

What male doesn’t like hearing that? I smile and climb up on the bed. Her hand slips across my skin and she groans. My hairless chest seems to fascinate her and I seem to recall that human males have a lot of hair. Our species only has it on our heads. Even our females have no body hair.

Which is why when I see the patch of pale hair that seems to conceal her pussy I almost come right there. It’s so exotic and unusual and I lick my lips. Her eyes widen as I push her legs wider and growl deep in my throat.

“So beautiful.” My lips touch her thighs, rounded and glistening with her juices and she moans, her head falling back. “Watch me, small one.”

Her dark eyes stare at me as I lick up her thighs and up to her pussy. My fingers part her soft lips and she moans, low and long. Like she’s in pain but only pleasure is on her face. Only pleasure lights her eyes and it’s so much better than her sadness. I wish that I could see that look in her eyes every day, every hour.

But it will do for now. I take my time and run my thick tongue up through her lips, gathering her sweetness on my tongue and drinking it down like the finest juju wine.

“You taste so good.” My dick is hard as a pole and digging into the bed, searching for her.

Her hand slips down and tangles in my hair, holding me closer to her heated core and I groan, buried up to my nose in her. All I can see and smell is her and it feels like she’s branding me with her taste and smell. I’ll never forget it as long as I’m alive.

My tongue taps at the little bump at the top of her pussy and at the same time I trace a finger through her juices and push as deep as I can go.

She screams and writhes under me and I feel a gush of her release across my tongue, coating me with her flavor. I drink it all down and then move up to her mouth and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my body.

“Turn over, kora.” She lifts a brow at me but she does as I say and I sigh when I see her round, lush ass. My hand traces it lightly, slipping down to dip into her dripping core. “You want me, my mate. You need me.”

And without letting her adjust, I line my rada up with her lower body and then push quickly inside. It takes just seconds and I’m buried so deep inside her that it feels like I’m part of her forever. She is my essence and I’m hers. We belong together.

“I’m not your mate. I don’t want that. I don’t need a mate.” Her words keen off on a wail as I slam inside her. I gather her long hair up and hold her head back, my lips locking on her throat, my teeth scraping her, leaving a long gash that I lick the blood off of her pale skin.

“You are my mate. One day you’ll admit it to yourself but until then I’ll make damn sure every species of male on that granthing auction station realizes who you belong to.”

I feel her muscles clench like a vise around my cock at my words and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had. She’s so tiny but she fits around me like the gods made her for me.

I slam into her over and over again, my teeth sinking into her soft flesh and tasting her blood just as I tasted her juices. She is part of me now and I grind her harder and faster, taking both of us higher. My body tensing as a spiraling sensation of heat hits my lower back and spreads around to my rada. I tense as it jerks and then she thrashes wildly and my teeth slip off her shoulder as she comes, her body shuddering under me.

Her high, keening wail as she comes makes me smile, knowing that I brought her pleasure. Her fluttering pulses pull me deeper into her tight, wet body.

“You’re so perfect for me, mate. Tight, wet, hot. You’re practically strangling my rada and I love it, mate. I have surely been blessed to receive such a wondrous mate.”

“Koehn! Oh god!” I hear her moan.

“Yesss,” I hiss. She practically collapses to the bed as I pound harder, my hands running down her back and around the little pink rosette that crowns her lush ass, hidden between her pillowy cheeks.

I lick my forefinger and begin pushing at the puckered hole on her backside, slowing down when she tenses.

“Koehn!” she shrieks.

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