Page 23 of Orange Lake
“Hmm,” he purred, the vibration making me burn. I complained a little when he moved up. “You take my scent very nicely.” He inhaled deeply against my exposed chest. His furred chest rubbing against my lower belly. The sensation makes we want to come. I could barely care about the hard ground behind my back. He is large and wide enough to cover me from the two suns on the horizon.
“Please,” I begged.
He chuckled. “I don’t know why you always say please. I will make you beyond please, Brin.”
Then he has fingers inside me while he watched. I arched myself against him. He seemed to take perverse pleasure in seeing me writhing. “Very sensitive. It pleases me that you are like this Brin. No matter how many times I do this.”
His tail wrapped itself around my stomach. He always prepares me with his fingers. He always wants to take me wet and dripping. I tried to look at him through narrowed eyes. I don’t want him to stop. He had a smirk on his face, a light sweat forming on his forehead. The end of his tail is moving lazily across my stomach. I looked down and saw his cock jutting upwards, weeping some precum. I missed when he removed his pants. I am not shocked anymore by the length and girth of his cock. I now anticipate it and can’t wait when he enters me and starts moving.
His eyes are telling me something that he knows something about me. But I was past caring. “Please,” I say yet again. “Don’t make me beg.”
His lips tilted showing a hint of his fang. I do not find anything humorous right now. I want him. Now.
He finally moved but as expected, he went down and sucked on my nub. He sucked one, two, three times without stopping to remove his fingers and I climaxed. Hard.
I felt my lower legs spasming. This was the part he likes best. He quickly removed his fingers and while I am still in the throes of my orgasm, he slipped inside of me and continued to pump hard.
"Fuck,” he cursed. “You feel so good Brin.” My spasming legs locked around his hips, my hips moving on their own to meet his thrusts. “More pleasurable than sucking, rubbing or being inside someone’s ass.”
I felt the stretch of him, getting bigger as he pushes in and out of me. He kept going back and forth until the last of my spasming stopped. Then he bent forward, surged deep inside until I can feel his balls against my skin. He is so deep inside of me I think he breached my uterus or that’s just my pussy talking and loving it. Both of his arms on top of my shoulder. His upper body blocking out the light.
I was taking deep breaths to control my body’s reaction. Sex with him is always so good. I can feel the tip of his cock brushing my insides, pulsing to the same beat as my heart.
“Once more Brin,” he commanded. I looked up into his face face as I kept on panting. His voice is calm but he is always like that. He felt intense the most when his voice is that calm. True enough, his eyes is like a storm. His pupils dilated. Gone is the amusement on his eyes. I knew today’s going to be a marathon. He’s going to wrung me dry. Later I will find out what triggered it.
I took a long deep breath. One. Then two. I placed my palms on his arms and used it to force my lower self to move against him. He is so damn disciplined and focused. He liked it when I tease him like this.
“That tickles,” he said deadpanned but I can feel him purring. I bit my lip to stop from laughing. He can be intense and funny at the same time.
I tried to twist my legs around his torso and pulled myself down then up. At first it was painful, like it always is after any good orgasm. But it’s a good burn. He knows that I need some time to recover. Unlike him who is like an energizer bunny.
I am a bit slow in my movements,. But pretty soon I am moaning against him. He doesn’t move but he is sweating now. He smells differently when he is like this. Almost smells like tangerine. When he’s been with Roqs or we are with Roqs, he smells like a musky incense, like a rose sandalwood. I knew we are only a few yards away from the trees where any one can see us going at it like rabbits. But it is so like Zirc to not mind what anyone thinks. He just do it. And he do me so many times he has to carry me on his back on the way back to the mansion.
Chapter 7
CRYSTAL POWER
Brynn
Back at the mansion, Coone is standing in front of the huge oak-like doors. It looked like oak even if it was reddish black. He almost blend with it, like a chameleon because he changed into a black leather jacket that hid his laborer clothes. His leather jacket has white intricate designs at the seams that is so unlike from Earth. Their writing is so alien to her. It is fascinating that in this planet, though they are advanced, they keep old fashioned furniture as the stone mansion, the doors and windows that so mimic like the late 18th to 19th century Earth. Yet, inside, the air is much cooler because of the crystals. There is crystal for everything. Crystals power up everything in this planet.
It's also good they have ointment for after sex. Whatever it was, by the time we reached the mansion, I can now walk normally. Zirc seemed a bit disappointed as if he wants the world to know what we just did. It’s night time now and not sure how many hours or maybe just an hour has passed?
I stopped inside and inhaled deeply. Someone was cooking a feast. It smelled divine. I caught Coone looking at me from head to foot. He did the same with Zirc who stopped beside me at the foyer. I knew the way he smirked at us that he knew what we were up to from where he left us. I can’t stop myself from blushing.
The jerk.
He looked at Zirc. “I need to update you Zirc.”
“In the meeting room then.” He sighed and took hold of my arm preventing me from going the opposite way going to the kitchen. If that was Roqs cooking, I want it. For someone who is an Alpha, what I gather is the leader of the tribe, I find it strange that he can cook so well. His tribe must be easy going if he can go any time he likes and have time to learn how to cook a meal. Unlike Zirc who only fed me grub or whatever it was he found stashed inside his bag of wonders. He is always on a rush to move and complete his tasks.
“You’re bringing Brynn?” Coone asked aghast. He stopped in front of another set of massive doors that seems to extend until the second floor.
I looked up to Zirc. My thoughts exactly. Why bring me? I’d rather eat.
Zirc looked down at me, his hand firm around my biceps. He seemed to be reading my face or mind again. I bet I don’t look pleased. He seemed to think about it but said, “I’ll send food from the kitchen Brin. You can eat inside.”
It’s like he can’t get enough of me.
