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Still gripping her face, I commence a rapid drive in and out of her mouth. Though she gags on occasion, I don’t show her any gentleness. Not this time.
My vibrating scrotum smacks against her chin and neck with each harsh thrust. Her keening moans and urgent whimpers cause my blood to heat further. I tighten my grip on her hair, holding her in place as I fuck her pretty human mouth.
Star Gods, the aroma of her arousal tantalizes my senses and prompts me to plunge faster and deeper into her mouth. She moans around my shaft, grabs hold of my legs, and digs her nails into my flesh.Fluxx, I’m so close to erupting in her mouth… I slow my thrusts for a few moments and take deep breaths, not wanting to ejaculate down her throat just yet.
A glance down shows her cheeks are bulging with the invasion in her mouth, and the sight of her struggling to accept my lower appendage, whether the plunges are rapid or moderately paced, nearly does me in.
Fluxx. I pause my movements, though I remain fully submerged in her mouth, my scrotum pressed snugly against her chin and neck. I pet her hair, gently dragging my fingers through her soft locks. Somehow, I sense she derives comfort from the caressing. It’s as though I can sense her emotions, which is another aspect of a heartbond.
I reach out with my heart and mind, searching for fragments of her thoughts and feelings, searching for any concrete proof that a traditional Darrvason heartbond might be forming between us. We haven’t physically copulated yet, and I’m stunned that my ancestral markings are continuing to tingle.
Affection brims in my soul as I stroke Leona’s dark hair. She draws in a deep breath through her nose and peeks upward. Our eyes meet and my chest tightens with tenderness for her. But my brutish carnal urges remain steadfast even alongside these gentler feelings. Arrogant and beastly. I bite back a smile as I recall the insults she’d hurled at me during her medical exam.
Gradually, I withdraw from her mouth nearly the entire way, then I plunge back inside. Her moans and whimpers vibrate around my cock. I shut my eyes and snarl as the ecstasy quakes through me.
Is itwrongfor me to claim her? I suppress a groan of frustration as the question zips through my mind. Is it wrong for me to claim her when I cannot impregnate her? And what about the terms of the Darrvason-human alliance?
The blissful sensation of having Leona’s lips wrapped around my cock soon helps drown out these worries. Each time my shaft impacts with the back of her throat, my subsequent growl or moan reverberates throughout the room.
There’s a sudden cascade of pleasure, then my scrotum tightens and I erupt in her mouth, shooting my seed down her throat as she struggles to swallow. I tighten my grip on her hair, thrusting deep as jets of my blue essence fill her.
Nourishment. I’m nourishing her, just as the males of my kind did for their mates thousands of years ago during a time of great famine. Warmth tinged with possessiveness spreads through me. I want to wrap my arms around Leona in a tender embrace, but I also want to bend her over the bed and rut her until she’s so sore she’s begging me to stop.
I finish spurting into her mouth and watch as she succeeds in swallowing every last drop. “Good little female.” I loosen my grip on her hair and run my knuckles down her cheek as my more primal urges rise to the surface, nearly blocking out the tenderness I’d just felt. “Listen to me very carefully, human. I desire to see how swollen and wet your mating orifice has become.” I pause and give her a pointed look. “I want you to bend over the bed, reach back to grasp your buttocks, and draw your center wide apart. You are to keep holding yourself spread until I say otherwise.”
Chapter 15
LEONA
I peer up at Zahhn,stunned by his orders. The sweet taste of his seed lingers on my tongue, and I flush with excitement as I recall how rapidly he’d just plunged his massive shafts into my mouth. There’s a twinge of soreness in the back of my throat whenever I swallow, and I can’t deny that I already feel thoroughly claimed by him.
And yet… he wants to look at my spread center. My mating orifice. Likely because he’s preparing to impale me with his male appendages.
Copulation. My stomach abruptly twists. But not because he disgusts me and I’m averse to fornicating with him, but because I still harbor concerns that we’ll be found out. What if morality officers burst into my bedroom and we’re caught in the act? What then? Will Zahhn be sent back to his ship? Will I be taken to the brig?
Or… could we truly become mates?
There’s a part of me that’s terrified of the prospect of belonging to a Darrvason. But there’s another part of me thatyearns to experience more of the connection I already feel with Zahhn.
I draw in a deep breath and glance at the bed. My face heats as I imagine bending over, grasping my buttocks, and pulling my center wide for his inspection.
Comply. Be an obedient female.
I gasp. There’s no mistaking what I just heard: Zahhn’s deep rumbling voice in my head.
Even as I struggle to understand what’s happening, my upper arms commence itching full force and a wave of submission crashes over me. Despite my reluctance to assume the embarrassing position, there’s a growing compulsion in me to acquiesce to the huge alien’s orders.
As I rise on trembling legs, I tell myself that the only reason I’m about to comply is because I want to avoid punishment. A quiver races across my backside. It’s been about two weeks since he spanked me during my shameful examination, but I haven’t forgotten the sting of his flattened palm descending on my bottom cheeks.
Somehow, I find myself standing at the foot of the bed. Zahhn stares at me unblinkingly and gives a subtle nod. His nostrils flare and he inhales deeply as pleasure flares in his eyes. I emit a tiny squeak of surprise as I realize what he’s doing. He’s smelling my arousal, the wetness between my thighs that I cannot prevent.
A smirk tugs at his lips. “You smell delicious, human female.” He tilts his head to the side and his visage takes on a predatory look.
My gaze soon falls to his appendages, however, and I can’t hold back a gasp. Both his enormous shafts are fully erect again, and it’s only been a minute or so since he spurted down my throat for a second time. As I continue staring at his maleparts, I think about the curious vibrations I felt coming from his scrotum.
How will it feel when this vibrating part of him comes into direct contact with my aching center? Just the mere thought of it causes a spasm of heat to clench in my nether area.
He makes an impatient sound in his throat, and I experience a tug of emotion in my chest. It’s the tether, the pull between us. I swear I can feel his dominance as he compels me to obey. Somehow, I become aware that he’s not usually a patient male, but he is trying to rein in his annoyance over my failure to comply with his orders immediately.
