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With careful movements, Kameer withdraws his lower shaft from my center, and I immediately feel liquid trickling down my inner thighs. His seed is spilling out of me. I flush at the realization.
“My pretty human.” He runs a hand through my hair, petting me as he catches his breath. He remains standing behind me, so very close, and my heart races as I consider what’s coming next.
He’s in possession of two appendages, and thus far he’s only claimed me with the lower one.
A glance over my shoulder shows his upper shaft is hard as ever. He straightens and grasps his unspent length. He meets my eyes.
“Time for another pounding, Mandy. Remember to be obedient and take every thrust. Show me what a good female you can be.”
He positions his hard upper shaft at my core, then takes a firm hold of my hips and drives his hugeness into my depths.
Chapter 12
KAMEER
I poundthe little human female, my thrusts relentless as I clutch her hips and hold her in place for the second claiming of the night. She whimpers and gasps and tears at the bottom sheet, but there’s nowhere to go.
Until I say otherwise, she will remain bent over the bed with her legs spread wide, enduring as many mating sessions as I see fit to give her.
My ancestral markings tingle as I ravish her, and my scrotum vibrates against her pussy with each deep thrust. She cries out in the throes of yet another climax, and I growl as her pussy clamps down on my upper appendage.
Fluxx. I’m burning up with need for her, but I don’t think I’m truly feverish. Not yet. The mating fever, which heralds the formation of a heartbond, hasn’t started. I pray it’ll happen soon, and I resolve to erupt in her depths several more times tonight.
Given the threats to my life, she needs the protection of a heartbond, just in case the villain who wants me dead decides to go after my mate. I rage at the thought and fuck her faster andharder, until the bolts securing the bed to the floor groan and screech.
The long-forgotten thrill of claiming a female rushes through me.Mine mine mine. Mandy belongs to me, and I’ll never let her go. No matter how much she begs. I will rut her multiple times daily until the heartbond forms between us. I will breed her and watch her stomach swell with our child.
A sense of peace descends as I consider starting a family with her. After years of solitude and fearing I would never mate again, the prospect of starting a family with Mandy causes my heart to soften even as I give her a merciless pounding.
I withdraw my upper shaft nearly the entire way. A glance down shows her thighs are coated in my blue translucent seed.Fluxxyes. I like seeing her coated in my essence. I never want her to wash it off. I want her pussy and thighs to be perpetually sticky with the evidence of my need for her. The evidence of my ownership over her.
With a feral growl, I surge back into her slick tightness, then I commence pounding her with renewed vigor. My lower shaft, the one I’d already claimed her with, is already as hard as Rulliann steel. Perhaps it softened for but a moment after I withdrew from her pussy. My need for her is so great, I can’t help but wonder how many mating sessions it’ll take before I’m satiated enough for sleep.
Poor little female. She’s going to be so sore by the time I’m through with her. Sore and breathless and dripping with my seed.
“You’re sofluxxingtight, pretty human.”
“Oh!” Her knuckles go pale as she continues gripping the bottom sheet, nearly having pulled it from the mattress. Her core contracts around my plunging shaft as she reaches yet another climax. “Please, please, I can’t take anymore. It’s… too much. My clit… I’m too sensitive.”
I pause and delve a hand in her hair, curling my fingers around her locks. I give a slight tug while keeping my appendage buried deep inside her, my scrotum vibrating against the part of her that’s overwrought from pleasure. She whimpers beneath me and tries to escape, though her efforts prove futile. Her feet can’t touch the floor, and she only manages to finish ripping the corners of the bottom sheet from the mattress.
“Be a good little female and come for me again, Mandy. Climax directly on my scrotum while I keep my upper shaft submerged in your tight, warm pussy.”
“No!” As she shakes her head, her hair flips around her shoulders.
“Do you want me to fetch a strap?” I ask, though I don’t have one on hand. If she continues in her defiance, I’ll have to use a materials replicator to fashion one. Nevertheless, I persist in the threat, eager to watch her shatter yet again. “Do you want a whipping, pretty human?”
“No, please.” She ceases thrashing around and grows still. Whimpers emanate from her, andfluxxhow her distress makes my appendages harder.
I want to discover all her limits, then push beyond them while watching her struggle to obey. Then I want to catch her and comfort her in the aftermath of her agony.
At last, her insides clamp down on my upper shaft, and her hips jerk slightly as frantic whimpers drift up from her. She’s coming. She’s submitting. Just as I suspected she would. However, I make a note to acquire a strap in the near future. She’s my bride, my precious female, and I intend to train her to be a proper, obedient mate.
“Good little female,” I say in a praising tone. “That’s it. Come for me. Come for me even though it hurts.” I brush the wild hair from her face to find tear tracks on her cheeks, and though I could easily continue fucking her all night, Icontemplate showing her mercy. Human females are rather delicate compared to their Darrvason counterparts, and I have no wish to cause her true harm.
As the last pulsating wave of her orgasm disperses, I recommence the plunges into her pussy, though my movements are slower than before. Her obedience has pleased me more than she probably realizes, and I intend to reward her compliance.
Still driving in and out of her core, I grasp her ass cheeks and pull them apart, seeking a view of her dark pink pucker. The physicians’ reports also indicated that a human female’s bottom hole could be trained to accept an intrusion roughly the size of a Darrvason male’s upper appendage.
