Page 35 of Destroyed Desire
“Are human m
ales not as big?”
My gruff voice sounds shocking to myself.
“They like to tell everyone they are.”
She shifts again. My tip goes between her soft lips, and I lose the grip on my control. Something unleashes inside of me. I must have her, now. Right. Now.
Fern squirms and works herself over me. Her head falls back as the tip slides into her opening. Her tight flesh stretches around me as I slide in deeper, deeper. She cries out with pleasure and pain and the sound rolls through me like a battle cry. Holding her hips, I support her as she moves incrementally down upon me, fully seating me as far as her body will allow.
She looks at me with stunned eyes, her mouth open, her cheeks flushed pink. Taking her hair in my hands, I bring her down for a kiss and begin the thrust my hips. I’ve never experienced such wet, tight heat before. Her body is so different. The same, yet so very different.
“Holy fuck, this is amazing.”
I realize that my arms are colorful. Looking down at myself, I see colors streaking along my body.
Her voice is thick, but I cut her off to kiss her more, hoping to distract her while her body gets accustomed to my size. With each gentle thrust, she takes more of me. Then more. The tip bumps against the very depths of her channel and she cries out. She looks confused, as if she’s not sure what’s happening. But she doesn’t ask me to stop. Her hips grind down upon me and she works her body up and down to meet my thrusts. Each one must rub against something deep inside because she swells quickly and wetness floods around myaxa.
Her throat moves with a silent cry as she grinds down upon me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. Sound suddenly bursts from her throat. A raw, primal utterance of pure pleasure. I smile because I’ve done something good for her. I’m not certain just how it happened, but I intend to spend a lifetime figuring it out.
Our lips meet as I resume thrusting. Her cries match my pace and before long, she’s squeezing down on me again, the same cries flying from her throat. Her passion sends me into my own oblivion as my release shoots into her tight body.
Fern goes limp against my chest, her soft breasts pressing against my muscles. My arms go around her as we stay like this, connected in all ways, until myaxagoes soft. Even then, we stay just this way. My colors slowly fade, but my passion for her does not.
“I don’t… I don’t understand what you did to make me come like that.”
She looks at me sleepily.
“I cannot process that word. Come.”
“The burst of pleasure. Orgasm. Do you feel too?”
Leaning my head back, I take a deep breath. “Yes. It consumes my entire body.”
She lays her head on me. “Mine, too. That was amazing.”
We stay like this until our flesh cools too much. Fern moves carefully off of me, wincing as she pulls my axa from her body. I do not like her expression of discomfort.
“Let me take you to the pool to help soothe you.”
Her large breasts rise as she stretches her arms over her head. “I am a little sore. I’m sure it will be worse tomorrow.”
My brow falls. “Does mating always make human women sore?”
Lazily, I trace a finger around her nipple.
“Not always. It depends on the size of the man’s cock and how rough you get during mating, I suppose. Your size is extra-extra, so I’m going to feel that for a while.”
We walk hand-in-hand to the pool. She slips in beside me this time and cuddles against my side and trails her fingers over my chest. I enjoy how tenderly she touches me. I’m filled with a sad longing. Knowing what’s ahead is threatening to rob me of enjoying this moment.
“Will you tell me what made you so upset earlier?”
“The King’s newborn daughter has fallen ill. The doctors say it does not look encouraging that she will live.”
“Oh no. I’m so sorry.”
It pains me to think of sending her energy to the universe.
