Page 48 of An Alien for the Future

A moan slips from my lips as I tighten my legs and force him deeper.

Tovan jerks, still trying to stiffen against my movements before I feel him shudder. Battle lost, he presses into me with another deep growl.

“Yes,” I pant, as his pace quickens, his breath coming in ragged gasps that match my own. The room fills with the sound of our bodies coming together, the wet slide of his length inside me, the harsh symphony of our breathing.

As his claw slides down to grip my hip, Tovan utters a rumbling moan. His claws press into my flesh, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave marks and when his lips find mine again, his kiss is hungry, desperate. His tongue moves in time with his thrusts, and I’m drowning in sensation, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

My body tightens around him, clenching as I feel another orgasm building, and Tovan groans, his body shaking with the effort to hold back. “Lira’an,” he rasps, “I…I cannot…much longer…”

That’s when I feel the swelling at the base of his cock. He’s all the way inside me apart from that bulge, that swollen hardness that he’s grinding against me. I shift my hips, lost in sensation, and meet his thrust, forcing the bulge just past that barrier of my swollen flesh.

Oh…fuck.

My eyelids flutter as my body quivers. The stretch. It’s almost too much.

“Lira’an.” Tovan’s voice is strained as he shifts, pulling back. But I don’t want him to. This is the most I’ve felt in years and I don’t want to let go. Not just yet.

As my orgasm crashes through me, I clench hard, stopping him from pulling back and Tovan groans, a deep, guttural sound that resonates through his entire body. His claws tighten on my hips as he pushes that swollen bulge deeper inside me.

My eyes widen as the stretch becomes even more profound. It’s as if every nerve ending in my body is concentrated on that single point. A mix of intense pleasure and a stretch that borders on pain. A pain that only heightens my ecstasy.

I can feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein, as that bulge swells further, locking us together. My whole body shudders, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, as my lungs burn, each breath harsh and ragged. Tovan groans too, his breath hot on my forehead as his body trembles with the effort to hold back, but there’s no holding back now.

The room spins as some sensation rips through me. Not an orgasm, no. Something sweeter. Something more filling. More intense. I cry out, my nails digging into Tovan’s back, holding on to him as if he’s the only thing anchoring me to this world. The sensation of that bulge, fully engorged and locked inside me, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s all-consuming, a connection so deep and primal that it defies words.

And then his body convulses, his release pulsing into me, filling me with a warmth that spreads through my entire being. He growls my name, his voice hoarse with passion and desperation. We’re locked together, riding out the storm of our shared pleasure, matching the intensity of the storm outside. Out there it’s cold. Frigid. But in here our bodies are slick with sweat, our breaths mingling in the air between us. Heated. Intense.

We cling to each other, our bodies shuddering, our hearts pounding in sync. The world around us fades away, leaving only this moment, this feeling.

Leaving only him.

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TOVAN

Stars.

I am at peace.

Of all the ways I expected this sol to end, I could have only dreamed of this.

I lie, spent, nestled against the soft frame of my female.

Myfemale. Mine. Donna of the line Johnson ismine.

Pressing my face against the softness of her mane, I tug her even closer to me as I roll onto my back. She settles on top of me so well, her body limp from my ministrations, her entire frame fitting against mine like a puzzle piece I’d lost and had always been searching for.

Her head rests on my chest and I tug the bed covering over her, enjoying how her softness and her weight shift with my movements. Enjoying that she’s stuck with me like this until this knot loosens.

I hadn’t intended to knot her, but my mate is irresistible. Knotting is often only done during the rut. My shaft should not even have responded in such a way because I am not in heat. Not yet, at least.

But this can only be good news. My body is responding to this female in ways it has never responded to any other female before. Surely, that is a good sign.

“Mm.” Donna releases a sound from her throat as she turns her head on my chest. There are tiny beads of perspiration on her thin skin and I lift a claw and brush away the spectacle. “Tovan?”

“Yes, lira’an?” A breath shudders through her frame and I almost groan again. Her nakedness against my scales is not something I could have prepared for. “You are so soft everywhere,” I whisper, trailing a claw down her spine.

She makes another hum in her throat at the same time that her slit clenches. I jerk, the sensation both pleasurable, threatening to make me harder than I already am, and painful. She’s so small inside. So tight. When I explored her with my tongue, I was sure it wouldn’t work. I am still amazed we fit.

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