I see someone who is out of control, wild, and free. I see someone who is willing to explore the wretched to find a brick of gold.
As he thrusts his shaft into my throat, I shake with pleasure. The warm, damp air circles around my pussy, and I feel my thighs slide open instinctually, ass arching in the air like a hill waiting to be flagged and conquered.
A bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip, and I extend a finger, tracing it across my pussy lips, firmly looking in his eyes.
Am I ready for him? No. Absolutely not. He’s got the freakin’ Eiffel Tower between his legs, but I’m no Mona Lisa, and I sure as hell don’t speak French. All of this is new to me, but you don’t see me running away or calling for help.
Quite the opposite.
He smirks and leans forward, and I gasp again as he slithers down my throat. A couple more globs of pre-cum dribble from the tip, and I open my mouth to show him the sticky mess he fed me.
He moans in response, smacking my ass one more time before pulling away.
“You were made for this,” he says.
Unable to keep from blushing, I feel my cheeks turn hot. I look away momentarily, but when my eyes meet his again, he looks at me with more intensity than ever.
“Give me that wet cunt,” he demands. “I want to fill you with enough seed to populate an entire continent.”
My response is immediate, and I feel something buzzing inside me. My breathing quickens, and my chest feels hot. My excitement does not stop.
Finally, I look him in the eyes and nod my head.
“Do it. Breed the infection out of me,” I say.
Lifting my chin with his forefinger, he bites near my face and snarls. “Are you going to give the big bad wolf a taste of your sweet pussy?” he asks, tongue snaking into the air, threatening to enter my mouth.
I bend my neck and attempt to quiet my voice. “You can have it,” I say. “My pussy is… yours to command.”
Pleased by my words, he pulls my head back by the hair, making me yelp, more out of surprise than pain. He bares his teeth, trying to get a feel for my ribs, while I attempt to kiss his rippling, rolling, punishing abdomen.
Without replying, I plant my hands on the ground, turning my hips until my ass is staring back at his cock like an open target. I bite my lip and brace for his punishing fuck as he pushes his cock toward my pussy. I take a deep breath as his hard shaft presses against my tightly closed lips.
Here it comes, the moment I’ve been fearing since I first saw him. I haven’t had sex in years, and the first notch on my bedpost will be made by an alien with a cock that might be used in future torture simulations.
He buries his face into my shoulder as he sloppily attempts to mount, high tank-like thighs bucking and sliding against my hips. His feet pound against the ground, and he grunts like a despicable beast. But his hands hold me close, one threading through my hair, while the other rests around my navel. It is that type of attentiveness I’ve longed for all my life.
I am someone’s treasure, used, but not taken for granted.
With the heavy sound of moans around us, a deep pull grows inside me, leaving my legs bare and trembling with a slight crimson bloom. My fur gown flops off at my urging, draping to the ground near my feet.
I whimper and try to push myself up, my movements slowed to a twitch. And he enjoys every ounce of struggle, gritting his teeth, relishing in the sound of my breath near the floor as my ass rises into the air.
Kalxor mounts my back like a wolf and begins to push, one hand pulling at my shoulders, while he brushes past my lips with the other. He goes further, spreading and holding my ass open as he advances.
He rolls his head higher, lips kissing near my cheek as he makes his first thrust, taking my breath away in a quick hit of pressure.
And just when I jerk forward to escape that weight, his powerful arms wrap around my waist and pull me back in. Inches of impossible girth and length pierce through me, spilling wetness and alien lubricant to make this possible.
He straddles my ass and finds his motion, fucking me with grunts of need and aching masculinity. The sensations I'm getting are simply too much, the lack of air too difficult to bear.
Every touch, every movement, every forceful push is telling me I've lost the real world, that I've slipped away from the future, that I'm here. I'm here in the now. Forever.
“Take me. Fuck me,” I moan, my voice too thin for comfort.
He pushes himself deep inside me, and I cry out, trembling with desire, begging for more, for him to fill me up. He moves even deeper, penetrating me with quick, deliberate thrusts, my ass driving back, and the muscles of my body tightening.
I can't go on like this. But I’m not stopping. I’ve found a rhythm foreign, yet comforting to me. And though the pain never fully subsides, I learn how to feed it.