Page 9 of Ulfar

I was dead wrong. Nothing could have prepared me for this. The yearning. The aching. The desire.

And most of all, theheat.

I’ve never been more wet in my life. Or more desperate for a man to fuck me. So when his huge cock brushes against my innermost folds, I’m nearly in tears.

“Please,” I whimper, knowing how desperate I sound but too far gone to care. “I can’t wait anymore.”

His cock prods at me again, parting my folds one agonizing inch at a time. All the while, his eyes never leave mine. “Relax.” His voice is calm but commanding, an anchor in the storm. “Open up for me, Sarah. Relax and just feel. You can take it; I know you can.”

I let out a shaky breath, trying to let my muscles soften as much as I can. He’s so big, and I’ve never lain with a human male, let alone an alien.

But he says I can do it. There’s something about his presence that makes me feel safer. Calmer. Like maybe I really was made for this after all.

Inch after inch, his cock sinks farther into my slick depths. My walls cry out in momentary pain, stretched beyond belief, but seconds later comes an even stronger pleasure. I can’t believe it. My body’s actually adapting to take him. My cunt aches and throbs and yet it’s clenching and contracting, trying to pull him in farther and keep him there forever.

With a slow but steady pressure, he fills me up until I swear I can’t take anymore, and even beyond that. Impossible moments later, he bottoms out, his hips flush against mine.

I let out the breath I’ve been holding and sink into the sensation, giving myself to him completely. I’m full. I’m stretched. I’m stuffed to bursting with his cock. And it feels so good that I never want it to end.

“Sarah,” Ulfar groans my name like a prayer, sweat beading up on his forehead as he looms over me. “Fuck, you’re tight...”

“Ulfar...” I grit out between clenched teeth. “It’s so much, so good...” I throw my head back into the pillows and shudder, a moan echoing to the ceiling.

“I’m going to start moving now,” he says, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. “Hold on.”

And move he does. The slow, slick thrusts soon turn quicker and more desperate, touching every secret spot I didn’t know I had. Every thrust feels more intense, more all-consuming than the last. When he plows in to the hilt, holding himself there with a howl that’s more beast than man, I cling to him for dear life.

“Don’t stop,” I groan, hardly even recognizing the primal sound coming from my throat.

“Don’t worry,” he pants, his face a mask of pure rapture. “There’s more where that came from. I’m going to fill you up all night, Sarah. Breed you so full you can’t hold anymore, til you’re wet and leaking my cum all over the sheets...”

His arms wrap around me and his massive body blankets mine, pinning me to the bed beneath him.

“Let go, Sarah. Let go and feel all of me!”

The primal words hit me like a shockwave, and I lose all control. With a long, keening cry, pleasure floods my body and I’m racked with spasms of bliss. Some distant part of my brain registers the warm splashes of his cum filling me one after another after another. It’s a seemingly endless tide, rippling through my body. Before I know it, my body starts to relax, muscles going limp as I drift into pleasant oblivion.

* * *

I wake up,drowsy and spent, and it takes me a few moments to reassess my surroundings.

Right. I’m in a luxurious mating cottage. I just had the best sex of my life with an alien warlord. I think that he has ruined me for anybody else. And he’s going to breed me with his child.

My belly twinges at the thought and I sit up, wincing with the soreness in my muscles. The burning, throbbing sensation of my heat has died down, but it’s not gone completely. In its place is a subtle, comfortable warmth that feels almost like being drunk.

Memories of the eventful night wash through my mind. The sheer rapture I felt as my back arched and I came apart around him. The stretch and pressure of his huge alpha cock. And of course, the waves of hot cum coating me from the inside out.

To be honest, I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did. I went into the evening with a poker face, determined to simply spread my legs and get the job done. But when he loomed over me and looked at me like I was not just a prize to be won, but awoman, I wanted to do whatever he asked.

It’s embarrassing to think about. I’ve never been one to be so easily swayed by a pretty face. I had my comfy life and my job and my books and that was enough for me. Until I met him.

It has to be the hormones from the injection they gave me, right? Is the omega heat messing with my mind? Because the alternative—that I might actually fall for this man—is so much more shameful.

It feels so good. So natural. Soright.

Too bad it’s all a ruse.

The guilt weighs heavy like a stone on my chest as I slip out of bed and into the bathroom. It almost feels like a sin to clean the dried, sticky mess from between my legs, but I know I have to.

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