Page 35 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
At least that’s something we can resort to in an emergency.
I walked over and fished the spray from Brax’s saddlebags and glanced out at the rain before smiling and setting it on top of the bag. If I needed it, I would use it. But that wouldn’t be for hours. And I wanted to take advantage of that extra time.
I returned to the enclosure and stepped inside, then stretched out beside Ella. She rolled toward me in her sleep, making a small, contented sound in her throat, and I stroked her hair, wondering a little at how strangely life could work out sometimes. I had come to that terrible place to start the process of rescuing all those kidnapped females and sending them home free. Instead, I had found my true mate, and I wanted to keep her forever.
And I’ll kill any accursed slaver that gets in my way.
I nuzzled her hair, cuddling her close with two arms while the other two started exploring her skin. The frenzy burned low in my belly, rising slow and sweet, promising to overtake me soon. My cock was already throbbing. I paused, frowning slightly, and glanced over my shoulder at the rain.
Am I taking too much of a risk? Should I spray both of us?
Slowly, I turned my gaze back to Ella.
No. It will be fine. We have a little while yet before the storm stops.
Besides, it was too late. The mating frenzy was racing through my body. Struck by a wave of dizziness, I felt my staff ache, and I started kissing her neck.
She stirred again, and her dark, depthless eyes opened, looking up at me softly as I leaned over her. “Hey.” She murmured the greeting, then some syllables I didn’t recognize.
I had better things to do than talk—like take her several times. I leaned down to nibble at the corner of her mouth. She let out a soft croon and slid her hand up my back and through my hair. Little two arms had left some scratches on me last night, but the residual nanites in my system had cleaned those up completely while we slept.
I clambered over her and nuzzled against her back, brushing her hair aside and kissing her nape. My upper hands reached around to knead those lovely breasts. I couldn’t get over their softness or their bounty. It delighted me to see how easily I could make her shiver and jump just by stroking her big, tender nipples.
My lower hands occupied themselves roaming over her hips, finding the little creases where her thighs met them, and kneading to make her squirm. I couldn’t decide which sensations I liked best—the soft sensitivity of her breasts or the robust muscles of her ass.
Now that most of the barriers between us had melted away, she seemed to love being touched. Maybe my pheromones affected her more than I had thought, for she also seemed easier to warm up this time. Her nipples went tight quickly, her breath took on that little tremble I was learning to love, and her back arched, pressing her ass comfortably against me.
I noticed she could only handle so much teasing of her nipples before she started flinching slightly, and I had to switch to gentle stroking and kneading instead. But that gorgeous ass, those powerful thighs, I could really dig into, and all she did was purr.
It gave me… ideas.
My lower hands slipped around her hips again and ran themselves one at a time over her tight slit. Her short curls were already damp, so my fingers slid through them and parted her lips. She gasped, the sweet scent of her arousal reaching my nose.
My eyes widened, and the heat rising inside me suddenly rushed throughout my body. I heard myself let out a low growl, and I pushed up against her, my hard staff sliding between her squeezed-together thighs.
I thrust against her smooth skin slowly and reflexively as I slid a finger into her warm opening. My other hand busied itself stroking and kneading her pussy, careful not to apply too much pressure to that sensitive nub of flesh. Humans were a little different from a Gladiator female, but not by much. Mostly, they just needed gentler handling in certain spots. But I was happy to oblige, especially when small efforts yielded such huge results.
She thrashed slowly, rubbing her sex against the top of my shaft as I focused on pleasuring her for as long as I could stand. My head was throbbing with the need to mate. My cock ached for her even more than before, but I held out as long as I could, until she started to cry out with pleasure.
I caressed her through her climax until she went pleasantly limp. Then I let her go and rolled to my knees behind her. Taking her by the hips, I eased her onto her knees and pulled that gorgeous rump against my erection. She whimpered something that sounded encouraging, her breath still coming in long pants. And I couldn’t wait anymore.
I fit the head of my cock into her and pushed in from behind, steadying her with two hands while I stroked her slit softly. She pushed back against me, hips bobbing intoxicatingly against my loins as I slid in deep. She cooed, forehead propped on her arms, and pushed back firmly.
I couldn’t help but let out a long, sharp shout as she ground her ass against my shaft. I ran my hands up and down her back, gasping half-coherent endearments, my belly flexing as I moved slowly. Then I grabbed her ass firmly and started riding her in earnest.
She panted and whined as my hips began slapping against her ass hard, my cock sheathing itself in her firmly each time. Her soft walls clung to and slid over me, engulfing me in their hot embrace and quickly tightening around me. My fingers played more quickly against her womanhood, tugging at the hood, stroking, swirling, sometimes kneading the flesh around it firmly until she sobbed and bucked harder.
I pounded into her, more focused than ever on claiming her for good. All I had to do was thoroughly possess her and get us all home safely—and both were going to be work. But one was far more pleasant than the other.
I pounded against her, hips bouncing roughly while I felt my loins tightening toward climax. Our cries mixed, pushed out of us in time with our breath and the smack of our bodies. Her cunt contracted firmly around me and then rippled with spasms as she stretched beneath me and moaned.
Her writhing inflamed me further. I sped up my thrusts, drunk on lust and need. My pleasure mounted with each one, leaving me bounding eagerly after the next until I was blindly thrusting into her as fast as I could. She squealed somewhere during my madness. I felt her clench around me again and then collapse in my grip.
The sounds I made were those of a beast as I drove into her with wild excitement.
“Ella,” I whispered. “Ella—”
I bent forward and covered her, sinking my elongated fangs, slick with serum, deep into the muscle where her throat met her shoulder and forever marking her as mine.
