Page 8 of Baby For The Tark Commander

“I want you too,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

He kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her breasts and hips. She gasped as he cupped her ass, squeezing gently.

“You’re so soft,” he said, his voice rough with need.

“So are you.” She ran her fingers over the smooth scales covering his skin. He purred when she stroked along the outer feathers on his wings. “But hard too.” She giggled slightly as she daringly brushed her hand against his huge bulge. Her eyes widened. “How different are you from a human man...down there?”

“Let me show you.” His voice was a low growl as he pushed her back onto the bed.

He stood and removed his clothing, revealing his naked body to her. She stared at him, transfixed by the sight of his powerful muscles and the large, ridged cock that jutted proudly from his hips. Strange bumps protruded from the area up and down the bottom of his shaft. “Why...?” She gestured to the line of ridged bumps.

“Seed sacks. It’s where I keep my semen, and when I come, it flows into you from several sources.” The explanation was matter-of-fact, but his eyes gleamed with hunger.

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “I see.” She wondered how many times she’d have to orgasm to ensure conception. She had a feeling she’d find out soon.

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. He gazed down at her, his eyes filled with desire as he leaned down to kiss her again. His tongue passionately dueled with hers as he spent a moment ripping off her tank top and underwear.

His tongue was long, flexible, and muscled. She closed her eyes and caressed it with her own. He tasted like spice and cinnamon, and she couldn’t get enough.

She arched her back, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. He growled, a sound of pure masculine pleasure, and she shivered with excitement.

His hand trailed down her stomach, and he cupped her mound, stroking her wet folds. She gasped, her hips bucking as he found her clit and rubbed it.

“You’re so wet, but you must be absolutely drenched to be able to accept my cock.” He started stroking her clit as he spoke. A moment later, his tongue glided from her lips to her neck, and he gently nipped her as the very tip of his talon dragged ever so gently across her clit.

She cried out, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. She writhed beneath him, her hips grinding against his hand. He kept stroking, gradually increasing the pressure as he slipped his thumb into her slick channel. She appreciated how flexible his hand was with his differently configured joints as he stroked her clit, gently fingered her pussy, and moved his head down, arching his back and spreading his wings as his tongue swirled around one of her nipples.

“Sarko,” she cried out, head thrown back as she rode the waves of ecstasy. Her inner walls clenched around his thumb, and he growled with approval.

“That’s it. Come for me,” he rasped, his voice thick with passion. “I want to feel you come on my hand.”

She climaxed, her body shaking with the force of her release. Her juices flowed freely, coating his hand as she cried his name.

He withdrew his thumb and licked it clean, his eyes never leaving hers. “Mmm, you taste delicious. I can’t wait to taste more of you.”

He lowered his head and readjusted his body so his tongue could reach her slit. It darted out to lick her swollen clit. She gasped, her hips jerking as he began to suck on it. He was relentless, sucking and licking her sensitive bud until she was writhing and moaning with pleasure. She clutched at his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rubbed her pussy against his face.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through her body. “You’re so responsive, my mate. I love it.”

He continued to feast on her, his tongue sliding in and out of her dripping core. She whimpered, her thighs quivering as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm. “Sarko, please. I need you inside me. I need your cock.”

He raised his head, his eyes blazing with yearning. “Not yet. I want to taste your pleasure again.”

He returned to his task, his tongue lapping at her clit. She sobbed with frustration, her body aching for release. He continued to drive her higher and higher, until she was a quivering mass of need. Finally, he gave her what she craved.

With a final, hard suck on her clit, he sent her over the edge. She moaned, her body convulsing as she came. He lapped up her juices, growling with satisfaction.

“Give me all of your pleasure. I want to drink every drop.”

She collapsed, spent and sated. He rose to his knees, his cock protruding proudly. It was massive, with a bulbous head. He had no testicles, which surprised her, but he didn’t need them with his seed sacks.

“Are you ready for me, my mate?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

She nodded, her eyes fixed on his impressive member. “I’m a little scared. Will it hurt?”

He looked pained. “For a few minutes, no doubt.”

He crawled up her body, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She felt the heat of his skin, and the hardness of his muscles as he positioned himself at her entrance.

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