Page 79 of The Weaver

Ahmya grasped his hard length. It twitched, and she felt his pulse throbbing through it. Holding it firm, she lined it up with her entrance and lowered herself just enough that the tip pushed inside her before she returned her hand to his chest.

Rekosh hissed, and his claspers tightened around her thighs, tugging her down a bit more. The head of his cock eased deeper inside her, stretching her, and Ahmya gasped at the stinging sensation, digging her fingers into his chest.

She tensed her thighs, halting her descent, and rose back up only as much as his claspers allowed. They abruptly tugged her down again, forcing his head deeper and stretching her further. A whimper spilled past her lips as her pussy clenched.

“Your slit. It is so hot. So tight.” Rekosh angled his head back as his legs scraped the ground and his arms strained against the ropes, making silk and wood creak. His mandibles gnashed, and his muscles stood out starkly on his hide. “Ah, mynyleea, my heartsthread. Do not stop. Take my stem. Take more.”

Gritting her teeth, Ahmya bore down on his cock. The wide head pushed deeper, and the sting sharpened, becoming an agonizing burn. She froze when the pain became unbearable. Her breath sawed in and out of her as tears of frustration welled in her eyes.

Realization came crashing down on her.

He was too big, too thick.

Ahmya bowed her head. Her body trembled with the emotion she struggled to contain. She wanted this, wanted it so badly. But she…she couldn’t do it.

At least not on her own.

“Rekosh…” she whispered.

“Take me, Ahmya,” he growled, bucking his pelvis and making her breath catch in her lungs as he bounced her upon him. The silk bindings strained, and bark splintered on the roots to which they were anchored. “More of me. All of me!”

“I can’t! I…can’t…” She lifted her head, her watery eyes meeting his. “Ineedyou.”

Rekosh went still beneath her. “Kir’ani vi’keishi…”

Then he snarled, and his body lurched toward her. The rope caught his arms, and wood and silk alike groaned as he foughtthe restraints. His chest rumbled with exertion. Ahmya felt the overwhelming tension in him through every point of contact between their bodies, felt the tremors coursing through him, the heat radiating from him, the consuming need.

Wood cracked, the sound as jarring as booming thunder, when the roots securing his lower arms snapped. Bits of bark and dirt sprayed the air. His lower hands were suddenly upon her hips, rough and warm, their claws digging into her skin. His upper arms, still restrained by the bindings, were clenched in tight fists.

Their gazes met an instant before Rekosh slammed Ahmya down upon him while thrusting his pelvis up, sinking his cock deep.

Searing pain tore through Ahmya, stealing her breath and making her vision go white.

When the world came back into focus, she discovered that she had fallen upon Rekosh, and she was now staring down at his chest with her nails curled into his hide. Panting breaths escaped her. There was an immense fullness pulsing between her thighs, accompanied by a burning ache.

Maybe she should have been more frightened of his size, because she’d felt as though she’d been cleaved in half the moment he’d thrust into her. She’d known the first time would be painful, had known that his size would be part of the reason as he breached her untried body, but come on!

Rekosh’s chest rose and fell with his own harsh breaths, each of which was punctuated by a growl. His hands held her hips in a viselike grip, and his body quaked beneath her.

“Vi’keishi?” His voice was gravelly and bore an undertone of distress.

“I’m okay,” she said softly. “I just…need a moment.”

“Ul ahn’vi selyek. Please.”

A very small time.

Ahmya looked up at him and chuckled, unable to ignore thehumor in his impatience. But that chuckle was cut short when she settled farther down upon his shaft and the thicker bulge at its base stretched her pussy yet more.

Rekosh stiffened, fingers flexing as his cock twitched inside her. He made a low, ragged sound that might’ve been another growl—but it might also have been her name. The sound traveled through him and into her, vibrating against her clit and making her breath hitch.

She felt the pounding of his hearts beneath her palms and their echo in her core, where his cock was buried deep. The pain that had been so acute was fading into the abyss.

Ahmya wiggled experimentally, and when there was no pain, she braced herself up on her hands and lifted her hips, feeling the slow slide of his cock expanding her from within. A shiver of delight flitted through her, and she lowered herself once more. The pain was now all but gone. All that remained was utter, blissful fullness.

“Axin vux syth,” he rasped as his legs shifted, raking the ground as though to find purchase. He angled his pelvis up and stared at his cock as it disappeared into her body. Rekosh bared his fangs. “Hot as fire, smooth and soft as silk. My flower. Mynyleea.”

He met her gaze and bit out, “Mine.”

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