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I continue my exploration of her body, my finger gliding to the wet, soft folds of her sex. I find her pleasure nub, circling it with the tip of my finger a few times. It’s so receptive, so sensitive.
She moans, pushing her hips against the contact. I pull away and administer a series of sharp little blows all over the swollen lips of her sex. She cries out, then falls back into silence.
Good. I will reward her for her submission.
My finger slides between her slick lips again. I find her tiny nub and tease it more aggressively, rubbing and pinching in fast succession. The female tries her best to quiet her moan, but she can’t totally succeed. I push one finger inside her slick walls, the sensation of her soft, elastic flesh maddeningly appealing. The feeling of her sex is almost enough to send me into a mating frenzy, but I stop myself.
I want to teach her what it means to belong to me and for that, I have to show her how much pleasure I can give her.
How much I can give and how much I can withdraw.
I push against the underside of her pleasure nub as I tug on the outside. I fuck her with my finger, hard, pumping in and out as her pleasure nub becomes harder. She’s not silent anymore. She moans and whimpers, her hips moving with my hand.
I don’t punish her for it. She’s so magnificent like this. Pure female surrender, her pleasure like the most wonderful music. I want to hear her more. I want all she has to offer. And I take what I want.
Her back arches as her cries of ecstasy flow in the free air. Her walls convulse and tighten around my finger as she comes in a long, powerful orgasm. As she screams, my cock hardens inside my exoskeleton to the point of pain. My balls are tight and hard, growing in size as my body prepares for the mating.
I wanted to teach her more, but I won’t be able to hold on. I have to fuck her.
I remove my hand from her flesh and the female growls in frustration. She turns her head toward me, her dark, almost black eyes brimming with lust as she watches me. I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking her juices with a loud noise. Her taste is heavenly, bringing a dark haze of lust over my mind.
My hand reaches fast and I grab a lush fistful of her curly hair. I pull it back, just hard enough for her to feel my power. She arches her back and the sweetest moan leaves her lips. I order my exoskeleton open, freeing my cock from its protective layer. It’s already engorged and hard, the ridges around its length dark and deep. I hold her hair with one hand as I push her thighs wider apart with my knees. The blunt, slightly rounded tip of my cock comes to rest against the slickness of her sex.
A savagery I have never known takes over me as I push inside her in one long, harsh motion. The female whimpers, the sound both torture and pleasure, delicious to my ears. Her walls convulse around my cock as she struggles to accept my size.
I don’t give her time to adjust. This is my claim on her body and mind. There is no space for gentleness.
I pull back out completely, my cock covered in her slick, glistening under the light. I plunge it back into her depth again. Then again. Each time, I fuck her harder, faster. I can feel my balls tightening, my own release coming closer with each blow inside her sweet, soft pussy. She’s close too. I can feel her walls tightening, quivering around the length of my cock. All she needs is a little push.
I reach down between her legs and my thumb rubs against her tiny pleasure nub. The effect is instantaneous. For the second time, her voice rises in the open air as her climax takes over. Her walls quiver and clench, pushing me over the edge.
I impale her with my cock, pushing deep inside her sex as my seed spills. I roar, the intensity of my climax running through my entire body.
As the orgasm ends, I almost collapse on top of her, regaining my balance at the last moment. This was the most powerful pleasure I have ever felt in my entire life.
My hand on her hair relaxes and I slip my cock out of her. She doesn’t move, doesn’t utter a sound. I trace the arch of her back, savoring the feeling of her skin under my fingertips. She feels like satin, like morning dew on a blade of grass.
And just like that, a heart I thought long dead wakes up to life.
“Mine.” I speak in her language, the words unkind on my tongue. “My precious.” I add in the Drakian language.
She turns her head to me and for a single second, I’m sure she understands. And I just know.
I’ll never let her go.
