He let out a low chuckle. “This is a lesson, starshine. What am I helping you remember?”
She groaned. “You’re my master.”
“That’s right, sweet female. I’m your master. I decide when and if you receive pleasure.”
“Now,” she insisted. “Now...please?”
He released her wrists and shifted his angle of penetration. And—bless him—he brought his fingers to her swollen clit.
She nearly exploded at the first touch, so needy for it. “More.”
He slapped her clit, rubbed it. Stuffed his fingers into her empty channel. “Veck, Talia. You’re so tight. So vecking beautiful.”
“Veck me,” she pleaded, using his term, even though he already was.
He shouted a curse and pounded harder into her, his strokes growing erratic. It hurt and satisfied her at the same time.
“Tomis, please,” she screamed.
He spanked her pussy in a quick series slaps. Stars danced before her eyes. He flattened her to the ground, straddling her ass as his huge dick plowed into it, filling her, his fingers stuffed in her pussy.
She screamed herself hoarse as Tomis slammed to his finish and her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave of release and pleasure. Lights exploded behind her eyes, her legs tightened and shook, pussy squeezed and squeezed, and Tomis pumped her ass full of cock.
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His body exploded, cells flying apart and rearranging in a new shape, leaving him utterly changed. That was the only explanation for the experience of claiming Talia.
And he had claimed her—thoroughly—even though it hadn’t been her pussy.
Probably way too hard. Veck. He hoped he hadn’t hurt her. He rolled her over, his weight balanced on his hands beside her head, holding his body above hers.
“Are you all right, little female? I know I was rough.”
She blew out a sigh and reached between her legs, her fingers stroking lazily. “You are a beast.” She tempered the complaint with a smile, and relief poured through him.
He’d satisfied his female. No, not his. Tragically not his.
He sank to the ground beside her and pulled her wrist away, pinning it to the ground and replacing her fingers with his. “My pussy. Mine to pleasure. Not yours.”
She drew up the leg farther from him, and tilted her hips to give him better access. “Didn’t you give me a long explanation last night of how it’s not?” There was a bitter note to her voice that he didn’t understand but resolved to dig into later. He kept his fingers moving slowly over her damp folds, his goal pleasure rather than completion.
She made a sweet purring sound.
“Why did you run away, Talia?”
She stiffened and tugged at her pinned wrist. When he didn’t allow her freedom, she snapped her closer knee up to squeeze out his hand.
“No.” He launched over her, prizing her knees apart and pushing them up to her shoulders. Her sweet pussy spread and lifted. He dragged his tongue up her slit. Ah, the taste of her. He’d missed it. This was where he belonged, pleasuring his female through her breeding cycle, giving her relief, seeing to her every need.
Except, she was right, he’d told her he wouldn’t breed her.
He flicked his tongue four times quickly over her clit. “Tell me.”
She moaned and gripped his horns with both her hands, giving tit for tat.
He swallowed the groan in his throat as his cock punched out once again. Control, Tomis. If they waged a contest to determine who would break first, it wouldn’t be him. He trained as a vecking warrior with the discipline instilled in him by Master Seke. Her father.
He flattened his tongue and dragged it over the length of her slit. “Tell me, beautiful, or I’ll use the reed on you again.”