Page 8 of Orange Sky
As I lay quivering, I thought he was going to pull out, slowly. He was looking at my face. His eyes look mellow but his eyes are dilated. His mouth is slightly open. Good to know he’s panting. His face seemed gentler. Less harsh.
I jerked when he started to pound inside of me again. I forgot, of course, he’s not human. The way he grumbles and growls every now and then reminds me also he’s not human. We can probably go on like this forever. And my body seemed to be craving for it. Without letting go of that position, I could not count the times I cummed but I knew mine was more frequent than his. Still, he won’t let me go when I tried to push him away after who knows how many rounds we had this time? Every now and then, he would look at me. It seems like he can’t figure out how to stop. We both wanted this.
I tried to steady my heart even as he continued to thrust. I lay quivering like jelly after being thoroughly fucked. I do not want to think about the state of my pussy. We did not even change position! The fact I felt a bit numb down there should scare me but I feel relaxed. Lethargic but a good kind of lethargy. If I was a cat, I'd be purring right now. He, however, is actually purring and growling at the same time.
His cock is still hard inside of me. I guess he’s trying to find his next release. I experimented and ran my hands on his biceps. I inwardly winced on the numerous small cuts on his chest, abs, and arms. I will analyze later the whys of things. Right now, I wanted to give back for making me feel this content. This amazing sex. Maybe I’m dreaming?
He’s looking at me now, concentrating. His eyes tracing the features of my face. I know I’m smiling a bit. Maybe I’m a bit intoxicated by what's happening or whatever hormones or drugs are running in my body. His lips are slightly opened and I went to touch my forefinger to it. He growled out warming even as he continued to thrust deep. My breasts jiggling in tune with his movement. But I was past caring.
Soft. Yes, he has surprisingly soft lips. I pushed my finger inside him and it excited me to see him suck it. I should feel threatened a bit that I can feel fangs. But he’s oh so careful not to prick my finger but sucked he did. I can feel a pressure building inside of me again. I began to moan and pant. He has sweat on his eyebrows, on the side of his face. His pupils dilated and I noticed they seemed to grow larger as he pounded faster. I lost my balance completely and held onto his biceps.
He hissed and his fangs came out, longer. I should be scared but I was past caring. He is hitting that intense spot inside of me that is making me moan out loud. He leaned towards me closer. He’s too tall for me to be face to face but his long hair created a curtain, a sort of cocoon that separated us from the outside world.
I moaned and shouted my release. He grunted and pushed himself harder as he gushed inside of me. I could swear I climaxed again when he did that. It felt good that I also felt his whole body shudder. I was not the only one feeling helpless about this.
We were both panting. He bent his arms a bit. He took care not to crush me. I wonder at his superpowers. I bet we feel as if our bones are jelly.
I bit out a protest when I felt he’s preparing to pull out and push. But he only took his cock out and proceeded to rub it against my belly. it felt heavy and very warm. Some cum stil oozed from the tip of his cock. I’m mesmerized. I’m feeling too languid to feel scared on how long his cock is. It has some rigged parts on his skin which in a human can be considered veins but his skin is rigged, like healed scars. I can also see the slit of his cock, similar to a human. And he’s still ejecting some white milkish fluid but in smaller spurts. The fur of his body only extended to his lower belly.
My lower back is feeling cold all of a sudden. Cold sweat and possibly cold cum underneath me. When I tried to push myself away, he pinned me with his heavy weight. He seemed shocked by his reaction, his eyes growing larger.
Just as suddenly, he took his weight off, making me feel the coldness of the room. He stalked towards the door, presenting me with his back full of similar cuts to his chest. When I looked at the windows, it was dark. Or maybe there’s a new thing that is blocking out the sun or suns. I refuse to believe that we’d been at this since noon?
We’d been what, having sex for at least 5 hours or more non stop?
I looked back at the big guy and he’s still standing but his back is rigid. He seems to be glaring at the steel door. His reflection, though a bit blurry, showed that he’s still erect! He has a fierce look on his face but not menacing. His muscles are bunched up but his furry tail rests limply on the floor. I had this sudden longing to touch it.
I was still breathing hard so I took 3 calm breaths to steady myself.
I looked down. The bedsheets are a mess. There are even some tears and cuts. I looked back at him and realized he could have easily cut me to pieces with his claws! I shivered at the thought. I refused to use the sheets to cover myself up. The bed has lost its warmth. I wanted to get out and have a bath.
I made my way to the end of the bed. Hmm, I’m surprised I recovered that fast. I wonder if I can walk? As I got up, I felt some aches and pains especially in my nether regions. I have some welts that are not painful. They looked like hand prints on my thighs and waist. My boobs! Well, let’s just say my boobs have some nicks from his teeth. Or are they fangs. I wonder when he bit me?
I wobbled my way to him. How can I express to him that I need to seriously take a bath and have some good clean clothes? And pee? I can’t find any of my torn clothes. Looking back, the bed is one hot mess. It looked like an orgy had taken place. In fact, two of the bed’s feet are bent. I know it wasn’t like that when we entered the cabin.
I cleared my throat and said, “Umm, excuse me. Can I pass?”
It looked like he did not hear me. When I opened my mouth to repeat what I said, he turned to me and asked, “What are you?”
I closed my mouth. Yes, that seems to be the only thing he asks of me. I should ask him that as well. What is he? What kind of species has a tail that I only read about in fiction books? Maybe our brains are wired to take in historical genes that there are humans who had tails and furs before. Or maybe I’m just babbling because I’m starting to get hysterical.
“I really need to take a bath.”
Of course, he just stared at me. I was consciously not trying to mind that he has his thing pointed at me, again.
I put my hands up and imitated with my hands how a rain or shower works. He had his poker face on. I tried another tactic. I put down my arms but I scrubbed my right arm. Then I did it with my left arm.
He seemed to understand it. Took maybe five seconds top. But he might have taken it for the wrong context because all of a sudden he looked murderous! His face scrunched up and his shoulder muscles constricted.
I took a wary step back and put my hands up like warding him off. And hurriedly explained, “I just need to take a bath. And maybe you can lend me some of your clothes even though I don’t think they are that comfortable. I mean, who wears leather in the desert?”
He took long deep breaths. Yeah, I feel him. I just took calming breaths a while ago. I stopped rambling and stared at him. His face started to clear. Just before he put on his poker face again, he had that expression that said he is resigned to his fate. Or whatever.
He kept staring at my face. My round face which is probably burned from the sun. I have an unassuming face. My only saving grace are my eyes. They slant slightly at the ends, genes I got from a long maternal grandmother that came from Asia. Looking at my mop of head and I thought it’s probably a bird’s nest from now. I became aware of the tiny pricks at my head. He probably grabbed my hair at some point during our -
He suddenly took hold of my right arm and dragged me outside. I tried to stay calm. I mean, he’s not dragging me to my death right? He seemed calm when he made that decision, right?
Right….
