Page 19 of Hunter's Valentine

Then he was on me again, his mouth moving over my clit and his fingers driving a relentless rhythm. Something stretched tight inside, like an elastic band about to break. Every exhale was a small scream. Then the elastic snapped and I was tumbling over the edge.

I was still rolling in bliss when Mur’k climbed up on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach, positioning me on my hands and knees. I arched my back as he lined us up and shoved back, eager to feel him inside.

The tip of his thick head slid in, and I gasped.

“Krux!” Mur’k’s hips jerked and his hand tightened on my hips.

My eyes widened at how full I felt. Holyfuck! I’d bitten off way more than I could chew. There was no way the rest of his cock was going to fit. It had been too long since I’d had sex with anyone. Suddenly panicked that I’d committed to too much, I crawled forward on my hands and knees.

“Calm, little hunter. You can take me. Many Earth females pair with hunters. I will be gentle.” The words sounded like they were said through gritted teeth. “You are very wet. We will go slow.”

He moved again, still holding my hips so he could control the motion. I exhaled when he pulled out, but then he was pushing right back in again. I shut my eyes and tried to relax when I felt the ridge of the first section. It sank in, and I closed around its girth.

It felt good, but he was already pulling out again. Each subsequent thrust of his hips joining us closer together. Soon, I was impaled on all but the last section. He released my hips. I was rocking to help him now, my head bowed.

He reared back again and started thrusting with just the first two sections. Not expecting the intense pleasure from the ridges rubbing inside me like that, I let out a scream.

Chapter 12: Mur’k

The sound of Sara screaming in pleasure was everything I hadn’t known I needed in life. I’d thought destroying the scourge was my ultimate purpose, but now I wondered if giving her ecstasy was a more fulfilling one.

I wasn’t completely inside her yet, but I was happy just to fuck her any way I could. I’d never done this before, but I followed my instincts and her feedback, latching onto every reaction like a prize. She was so tight I had to struggle to move, but it felt so good, especially when her hips started moving back against mine. I reached around her body, searching for the tiny nub that gave her pleasure. The moment my fingers found the spot, she gasped and shoved back hard.

The last section of my cock sank in, and another scream bounced off my shuttle walls. I held still, letting her get used to me.

“Breathe.”

She was taking such shallow breaths I was worried she’d pass out. After a few seconds, I rubbed the little nub again, and with each pass of my fingers I felt her walls clench tighter around me. I kept stroking, buried in her to the hilt until she was moaningand pushing back against me. I didn’t let up until she was pulsing around me, crying and begging wordlessly.

Fresh wetness coated my cock, and I finally straightened up to grab her hips again. When I pulled out, it was like her cunt had suctioned onto me. I watched, fascinated, as each section disappeared into her welcoming warmth again.

With one hand on her hips and the other reaching forward to tangle in her hair, I started to fuck her again, this time with my entire cock. I still took it slow, but it was killing me. I needed more.

I inhaled the scent of her pleasure and squeezed her luscious, round ass before giving it a soft tap with an open palm. The sound was sharp as it echoed through my shuttle. She reacted by grinding her hips back against me, hard.

I growled, grasping both hips again to hold her still.

“Do not,” I said through a clenched jaw. “I’m trying to be gentle.”

Sara turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, she deliberately did it again. And again. Each time, a look crossed her face that could’ve been mistaken for pain were it not for the overpowering scent of lust in the air.

Krux!

That last one was too much. The self-control I’d been clinging so hard to shattered.

I growled and started hammering into her, fucking her hard. She cried out, the sound muffled when she buried her face into the sleeping mat. I closed my eyes, trying my best to last, but then her channel started to milk me again.

It started at the base of my spine. It felt as if Sara and I were connected, and we were feeling everything together. She became everything, my entire existence. Every cry from her lips, every squeeze of her cunt, every whiff of her lust… It all added to the pool until it overflowed. Then I was coming with a snarl and spilling into her.

I held still until the shuttle was quiet again, with nothing but the sound of our breathing. I arranged her limp, thoroughly satisfied body so that she was tucked into my arms, not wanting to be separated from her just yet.

I didn’t know how long we lay there or when we fell asleep, but I was suddenly jolted awake when my shuttle alerted me that something was approaching the craft. Since the shuttle didn’t believe we were in danger I ignored it, but I did disentangle myself reluctantly from my little female. We were sticky and sweaty.

“I will clean us up.” I went to retrieve a damp towel.

“Oooh! It’s warm,” Sara said, stretching lazily in my sleeping nook.

“Affirmative. There is a special alcove in the facility that disinfects and prepares our cleaning towels,” I explained.

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