Page 16 of Zahhn's Mate
And why the fuck are my upper arms itching again?
Before I can start scratching, there’s a sudden tug between Zahhn and I, as though we’re being physically pulled toward one another. He rises and abruptly comes to stand at my side, and I flush as I realize he’s left the phallus submerged in my depths, filling me up and stretching me wide.
Alarm tinged with wonder sparkles in his gaze, and he places a hand to his upper chest and massages the area. I can’t be certain, but I think I see something glimmering beneath his black shirt. Something blue just under the neckline of the garment, right where he’s caressing. His eyes flare as he peers down at me. With a growl, he tears his hand from his chest and grips the exam table. His muscles bunch and his breaths increase.
Without warning, pleasure jolts through me and my inner walls clench the phallus. I whimper low in my throat and wiggle on the table. My hips jerk upward and my clit throbs, desperate to be stroked. I’m hovering on the edge of a thunderous release, if only Zahhn would resume tending to my center. I ache for him to start plunging the phallus in and out of me, going deep with each thrust as he rubs my throbbing nubbin with the perfect amount of pressure.
“What are you doing to me?” The alien doctor whispers. He slowly peruses the length of my body, moving from my face down to my toes, then back again. “What thefluxxare you doing to me?” Accusation tinges his deep voice, but he doesn’t sound angry. Surprised, maybe. And curious.
But I’m not entirely certain what he’s talking about.
He moves between my thighs, and I almost shed tears of relief when he commences toying with my clit. He rubs and circles it with precise motions.
Zings of sensation affect me, skittering throughout my body, making me hyperaware of every little action he takes. Everybrush of skin, every deep exhale as he leans closer and his breath drifts across my naked flesh.
His lips hover so close to my upper thigh that for a moment I think he might kiss me there. Constant growls rumble from his throat, and the noise vibrates through me, enhancing my pleasure.
He straightens, grabs hold of the phallus, and begins to withdraw it from my pussy. A second later, he drives it back inside, going so deep that I fear he might break me. I’m still a tad sore from the first phallus, the smaller one, yet he seems determined to force this larger one to the very depths of my core.
“You’re so close to taking the whole thing. Good, good little female.” The praise in his tone warms my heart in a way I don’t want to think about. My head prickles with sensation as goosebumps skitter down my back, followed by a deep throb in my center, the most delightful physical response to his voice yet.
What areyoudoing tome?I almost ask him.
Why do I feel frantic and saddened by the idea of never seeing him again? It’s preposterous. I should be relieved by the knowledge that after he finishes my exam, he’ll return to his ship, and I’ll return to the brig. I should be relieved I won’t have to worry about seeing him again, and I should be buoyed by the knowledge that I’ll be released from the brig soon. I’ll be free, and I need to focus on forgetting and putting this experience behind me.
But how can I forget Zahhn?
Fuck. So much for keeping my guard up.
What if I’m drawn to the alien doctor because of what he’s physically doing to me? I remind myself that he removed all traces of the hormone suppressants from my system. He’s also touching me in shamefully intimate ways I’ve never been touched before. He gave me orgasms, shoved two huge phalluses in my core, and made me suck on one of those fake appendages.
Oh, and let’s not forget the embarrassing and painful spanking he gave me. I flush as a tremor dances across my sore bottom cheeks. Yes, I’m simply confused by my physical response to his ministrations.
How much longer does he plan to drive the largest phallus inside me?
“Almost there.” He works circles over my clit, occasionally pausing to drag moisture from my core atop the nubbin. Tingles sweep over me as the throbbing heat coils tighter in my center. My toes curl and I tense, ready to combust. He pushes the phallus deeper, until I’m stretched impossibly wide and filled up.
Then it happens. I cry out as another pulsating release steals through me. Gasping for air, I writhe on the table, gyrating my hips against Zahhn’s expert ministrations.
“There.” He gives a final push of the phallus that sends a shockwave of delicious sensation spiraling outward from my pussy. “Good little female. You’ve managed to fully accommodate the largest phallus, as I suspected you could.”
Good little female.There it is again. Those three little words that sort of feel like an endearment. I can’t help but flush as he meets my eyes and gives me a nod of approval. I shouldn’t like that I pleased him, but I do.
Heat flares in his gaze as he studies my center. I think he’s about to remove the phallus, but he leaves it submerged. I watch in confusion as he withdraws a protective glove from his pocket and places it on his right hand.
“Please.” I wiggle on the table. “It’s so big. Please take it out.”
“Just a moment.” He grabs the small bottle I’d all but forgotten about and pours a copious amount of clear liquid on his gloved fingers. Before I can ask what he’s planning, he reaches between my thighs, draws my butt cheeks apart, and places a lubricated finger at my anus.
I gasp and go tense, shaking my head as I clutch the sides of the table. But every little movement I make increases the fullness of the phallus that’s still submerged in my depths, and he seems determined to slip that gloved digit into my bottom hole.
Oh God. He’d mentioned that he wanted to learn whether I could withstand an intrusion in my ass.I suspect that with proper training, you could withstand a shaft in your bottom hole, which could make traditional Darrvason mating methods possible.
My stomach flips, and I pray he won’t attempt to shove either of the phalluses in my anus. I’m fairly certain he’s only slipped the tip of his finger inside thus far, and I can’t fathom the discomfort of something the size of a Darrvason cock.
“I want to test whether this delightful puckering hole of yours could stretch to withstand the pounding of a shaft during a mating session. But,” he says, shoving deeper and causing me to gasp again, “you are very tight back here, so I will only invade you with a finger or two. Try to relax, little female.”
I whimper and almost ask him to remove the large phallus from my core, but he shoves deeper in my ass and the abrupt fullness makes speech impossible. Despite the immense discomfort and my utter embarrassment, I can’t claim it hurts. Heated waves continue throbbing outward from my center, and the unexpected pleasure only increases as he shoves deeper in my bottom hole.
