His scent was strong here, musky and foreign. Cinnamon, tobacco, coffee—all the rare and warm things from childhood she remembered from living in old bookstores. Safe smells. Comfort smells. Delicious. She found herself bending to the domed tip, to the two slits there, and licking.
He gasped, a tremor rocking his body. “Fuck, Kitten. Just like that. Kiss your mate. Willingly. Hungrily. Take what you want.”
He did more than give her permission. It was affirmation. Acceptance. Whatever her desire or curiosity, she could do. It filled her up with all a kind of thrilling power. It felt like freedom, like doing what she wanted, when she wanted.
She opened her mouth to take more of him. He was thick, but the flesh rippled and changed under the pressure of her lips. At first taste, she couldn’t open wide enough to fit him very far, but there was plenty of give to him, transforming to fit between the roof of her mouth and the flat of her tongue until he fit so that she could suck him.
Hands going to her head, he fisted her hair and pushed her head down. His body shook all over with his extreme reaction to her mouth. Arms twitched. Thighs rocked. She hoped he didn’t fall on her because there was no stopping now.
Demolishing him like this, hearing him vocalize with hoarse groans and swear words, how good it felt, was her new favorite thing. “Yes, pet. Yes. That is very good.”
He took control, shoving his member to the back of her throat. It started to vibrate, and she gagged, choking, unable to breathe. Twisting in reflex, she moved her head away.
“No, Kitten, don’t stop,” he pleaded.
Struggling until he let her pull back all the way, she took a breath and dove in again as if she planned to sink to the bottom of a lake. She wanted to prove to him, prove to herself that she was up to the challenge. The expression on his face emboldened her. Her pussy pulsed eagerly in agreement. She liked him begging, restraining his strength, giving her time. He deserved a reward for that, didn’t he?
The skin was soft, thin over muscle and veins, not at all scaly and snake like, and yet, having it in her hands and mouth did make her think of snakes. Or throbbing tentacles.
Good thing she didn’t have any fears there.
He gave her another beautiful, full throated groan. “So good, Kitten.”
She had to clutch her own thighs together, rubbing. With him standing, and the height difference, kneeling wouldn’t make this any easier. Bent in half, tied hands braced at the Adonis belt indent of his hip, she shifted her stance to hold him in her palms. His penis bulged so much she could feel thrumming veins under her fingers.
Could it lengthen and thicken at will? He could kill her with a dick like this. Giving head to an alien invader was as dangerous as it sounded. She did it anyway, chasing his flavors and smells. Working him over, she stroked his shaft in time to the bobbing of her head. She’d seen women do this for men in exchange for food and luxury rations. He seemed to like it as much as they did.
Thick, somewhat oily musk and pink spice fluid filled her mouth, escaped her lips, dripped off her chin, warming everything it touched with sweet little tingles. Was iteffervescent or something? She must be covered in the stuff because she tingled everywhere. To keep going, she had to concentrate—pull back and breathe—swallow and not panic.
“Fucking amazing, Kitten,” he growled, his hips bucking toward her. Cock swelling even more. She pulled away; it was too much.
“If that is what you do when you stop over thinking, I’m going to have to keep you naked and mindless with pleasure, aren’t I?” Picking her up, he took her back over to the tree where he found her.
Her hands were stiff, fingers aching; it was hard to hold on with the movement. She squeezed his waist with her legs; not that it mattered to Bastian. The powerful bastard carried her like she was a doll. Lifting her up, fingers making sure her pussy was spread, he speared his cock into her.
It was Cara’s turn to shout. He must have a second brain in his cock, or at least have command of it like he might command his fingers. Because it got bigger, firmer, and rammed home inside her just how she needed it. The head rubbed perfectly against her g-spot before bouncing off her cervix.
Hitting that wall should hurt more. It was only her second day of having sex. The psychedelic drug in his scent and taste convinced her otherwise. All she did was grunt with the force of his thrust.
“I think I will keep you like this. My cock in you until you are too fat with child to do so. I’ll have a harness made so that I can carry you everywhere and keep my hands free to go about my business. I will have new clothes made for you so that the grunts don’t get a peek at anything I don’t want them to see.”
What an image that created in her mind. His cock moved in its own rhythm, doing most of the work, strumming her vaginal walls with vibrations. Hands on her hips, pushing heronto himself, it was as if he wanted inside of her as deep as possible.
She didn’t hate the idea. Or the thought of being harnessed to him with this pleasure relentlessly forced onto her every day. The wicked, perverted idea sat there in her mind’s eye. Them walking together to the school. She’d wear one of his shirts and hide her face to smother the moans of endless, saturated feeling.
What was wrong with her? Really? Cara clamped her mouth shut to keep from shouting out “yes, yes, yes,” afraid he might just do something like that.
“I’m going to breed you, Kitten. Over and over.” His words burned with grave intensity. A vow. A prayer. “I want my seed to take root. My children to fatten you until I have to carry you everywhere because you’re too big to walk. I’ll sing the songs of the goddess to your belly and bless her for bringing you to me.”
“Bastian,” Cara managed his name, overwhelmed. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t know why.
“No one and nothing will take you from me. I will pave the way to our home with the blood of your enemies and fill all the rooms with the laughter of our children,” he said into her hair.
Her pussy tightened around him. He must have known she was close. Felt it. Heard it. Responding with just right timing, he joined her, cock moving faster, riding her harder. His head fell back as she felt that weird, high pleasure of something feathering over insides, gently touching her center, attaching, and tugging.
“What?”
“That is me connecting to my mate. To my Kitten. That is our oneness, the gift of the goddess. And here is my seed,” he grunted. She felt the sound reverberate in his chest as whateverthe onenesswas had attached them together. There was a gentlegive and take, a tug that felt amazing and scary at the same time. An awareness of how deep he was, that they were connected, threaded together. Tearing them apart at that moment would not be good for either of them.