Page 94 of The Delver
Then he snapped his hips forward, burying his length inside her.
Callie gasped at the suddenness of his thick cock filling her. The stretch burned, but it was oh so sweet how that burn bled into pleasure. In this position, he felt immensely larger.
Her pussy clamped around his shaft as he drew it back, allowing her to feel his wide, ridged head along her channel, only for him to plunge deeper, wringing a whimper from her throat. He did it again and again, his thrusts steady, slow, and deep.
“I wanted to taste you,” she said breathlessly, pushing back to meet his measured thrusts, which produced surges of pleasure that threatened to make her arms give out. “I wanted your cum on my tongue.”
Urkot’s fingers flexed, his claws digging into the giving flesh of her hips as a growl rumbled from his chest. “Frenzy is taking me. Need to be inside you. Need my seed inside you.” He slammed into her again, harder. “Need tofeelyou on my cock.”
Callie curled her fingers into the plant growth beneath her. Her clit pulsed with each thrust, her breasts swayed, and though his cock filled her, there was still an ache inside her that was not satiated. She wanted to be consumed. Needed to be consumed by him.
She needed to again experience that moment of sheer rapture when she and Urkot became one, body and soul, utterly lost within each other.
With a snarl, Urkot drove his cock deep, forcing his knot inside, and held her there, his claspers clamped around her thighs.
Callie whimpered. Fuck, she felt so full of him. She could feel the thickness of his knot, the throbbing of his pulse inside her, could feel his twitching. Even the silk rope wrapped around her body stimulated her skin with every movement.
“Cannot hold it,” he grated. His breathing was ragged, his body trembling with tension. “Cannot stop it.”
“So don’t.” Callie dropped onto her forearms, bracing herself, moaning as the position drew even more of him into her body. “Lose yourself. Lose yourself in me. Fuck me, Urkot.”
His grip on her strengthened, enhancing the thrilling press of his claws, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. “Shaper, unmake me.”
Urkot dropped his upper hands to the ground on either side of Callie. With his lower hand gripping her hip and his claspers around her thighs, herutted.
He violently pounded into her with a bestial urgency that left Callie breathless. Each thrust felt as though he was trying to get as deep inside her as possible, never going quite deep enough.
Callie clawed at the ground, her body scooting forward with every slam of his hips, but he yanked her back against him each time, unwilling to let her go. Not that she wanted him to. She needed this. Craved this. Every pump struck a chord within her that sent liquid fire roaring through her veins, and every time his knot pushed inside, it left her with the sweetest burn.
Her cries echoed within the cavern, and she turned her face, biting down on her arm to muffle them. Urkot’s grunts, growls, hisses, and snarls reverberated, and those carnal sounds of need—his need for her—only excited her more.
Her clit throbbed, her nipples pulsed, and slick dripped her from pussy, running down her inner thighs. Pleasure coiled tight in her core. She felt it building, building, building, a maelstrom threatening to tear her asunder.
Callie lifted her head and reached back, brushing the base of one of his claspers with her fingers.
“No,” Urkot snarled, pressing an upper hand between her shoulders and shoving her down onto the plant-covered ground. His thrusts gained a new intensity, his cock pounding into her faster, harder, and deeper. “My mate. Mynyleea.Kir’ani. Kir’ani. Kir’ani.”
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Yes,” Callie rasped, body jolting with the savagery of his fucking. “Yours, Urkot. Yours.”
Her breath came in shallow pants and sharp whimpers, tension thrummed through her, and the pressure in her core bloomed.
And then rapture cleaved through her, drowning her in absolute, all-consuming pleasure. Squeezing her eyes shut, Callie screamed into her arm.
Her core contracted, attempting to push Urkot’s cock out and draw it in deeper all at once, but his grip on her hip tightened, and the prick of his claws added to the ecstasy that had taken hold of her.
A low hiss tore from Urkot’s throat. He did not stop his ruthless thrusts; the wet sound of his cock slamming into her punctuated every burst of pleasure.
Trembling, Callie clutched the vegetation beneath her as her pussy quivered around his shaft. “Urkot.”
“Callie,” he rasped as he drew back and thrust into her one final time.
She felt his cock expand, felt his knot grow and lodge deep inside her, felt his hot seed flood her. Then came his tendrils, unfurling and fluttering rapidly.
“Oh God,” she breathed as a second climax took her. “Urkot!”
Spasms rolled through her body, and Urkot snarled, his hand pressing on her back, his body quaking. Stream after stream of his cum filled her, and wave after pulsing wave of pleasure crashed through her with every flutter of those tendrils against her cervix.
