Page 7 of Orange Sky
I shivered.
Plus, of course, his tail. It felt scandalous that his whiplike tail just jutted out from above his ass and somewhat looked like a costume because in my opinion it’s like attached to his belt rather than his body.
Hmmm.
His tail is not furry but smooth with small fur like the fur lining his body. The end tapers to a point but the end part is shaped like a watercolor brush. A dark grayish black. When dipped in water, it will turn to black. Like most of his body, he has metallic gray to black fur. His skin, like his face, is tan in color.
I am probably going stir crazy and my hormones are acting up. All of a sudden, I feel too warm. The jumpsuit is starting to feel itchy.
Have we been walking for hours?
“We’re almost there. Hold on,” the big guy said and I wondered why. Then I realized that I was moaning, my fist is tightly bound to the edge of his bag. And he was already half-dragging me to walk faster because I was holding on to his bag to catch up to his steps. Then to my horror, I was wet and oozing from my core! What is happening to me?
I am not normally this horny. It takes a lot of foreplay or imagination even for me to get this horny with a boyfriend. Or maybe never. What did those bastard aliens do to me?
Then suddenly, Big Guy grabbed my arm and hurled me towards an open but dilapidated cabin. I stumbled inside and heard a loud bang.
When I looked back, I saw dozens or maybe hundreds of burned orange vines at the windows. At first, they were vines then it got thicker like tree trunks. Some were black but mostly were green to dark green. There’s a loud banging on the metal door. I could see some dents with the same shape of a large tree trunk I could see from outside.
Big guy seemed to be observing if any would come through the doors or windows. Even the ceiling. I suddenly noticed he is now holding a very large broadsword. The one attached to his back.
Then he turned back so suddenly that I took a couple of steps back. The back of my knees hit something, probably a bed when I found myself sitting on it.
But the big guy wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the wall on my back. I froze. Sensing danger behind my back.
But I saw the minute he relaxed. He took a deep breath as if inhaling all the cobwebs and musk of the place.
All of a sudden, the large vines retreated and there was again light coming through the doors, the windows.
He looked down at me, his sword still up.
“You smell,” he accused.
The nerve of this guy!
I glared at him as if that would make him melt on the floor. But I felt too hot. Too unlike me.
4
Brynn
Ihad no time to analyze anything. I saw him bend his right arm and unleashed his broadsword. Then slashed me.
In my mind, I thought my body split in half.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on a soft material and all I could see was his broad chest. I was scratching at it but my nails are too short so I could only make short lines. I wanted to mark him for some reason. From afar, I heard a metal clang against the floor.
He was lying on top of me and suddenly he was inside of me. I could not see his face. I can see the tension in his corded neck as he slammed inside of me over and over again. I can feel him inside and all over me. He felt so strong and solid and even though he probably weighs a ton, he does not suffocate me. I feel so light-headed but conscious enough to notice his veins sticking out of his forearms braced on the bed. He was trying to slow his pace. For his race. Because I never felt a man on top pin me down this forcefully and his nonstop thrusting.
I held onto his arms which seemed to be anchored beside whatever I’m laying on. I do not feel alarmed when I notice my nails are bloody. I feel wanton, pushing myself against him. His being fully inside me doesn’t seem to be enough. The friction is not enough. Everything within me is screaming. I hear myself screaming at him to move.More.
Then he changed his angle and that must be what I am waiting for because I screamed my release. I don’t normally do this but the feeling was too intense. I felt my limbs quiver. I felt that quiver from my legs to the top of my head. I think this is what they call little death because I think I fainted.
My next realization when I’m fully conscious is that he’s still inside of me. And my body is still on fire but with lesser intensity than the first. I could feel him driving inside of me still and in my mind, I think I should be sore but I do not. He feels glorious, totally wicked. He did not even have to change the position to make me cum again. Yes, it was lesser in intensity but the fire in my loins lit me up.
I don’t know if it’s just him or whatever was injected in me. I cummed four more times.
This time I felt him cum inside of me. One, two, three thrusts and he’s firing inside of me. I could not even think properly about safe sex at that point because whatever’s happening to me is consuming me.
