When She Dances

He thrusts against my folds, spearing nothing, and grunts. Then he does so again, and then he pauses over me. I can practically hear the gears turning in his head, and I need to head things off before he gets freaked out or embarrassed.

"Wait just a moment," I murmur, leaning forward and pressing my cheek to the blankets. It pushes my ass into the air, my legs spread wide, and I bring my fingers to my mouth. I give them an intensely sloppy lick, coating them with saliva, and then move my hand to my pussy. I press my fingers against the entrance to my core, wetting it—and okay, showing him exactly where the target is, just in case he's as inexperienced as I think despite his savage and terrifying demeanor.

Zakoar growls. Just growls, the sound deep and possessive. He pushes my hand away from my opening and in the next moment, I feel him fitting the head of his cock there. I try to relax, because I know the more I tense, the more it has the potential to hurt. He surges forward, and all the breath leaves my body as he plunges deep.

It's…not the best feeling at first. I'm only a little wet, and it feels far, far too tight even with the plas-film and my added slickness. I wasn't expecting paradise, though, so I just take a deep, shuddering breath and wait for it to feel better.

He pushes into me. Or he tries, anyhow. "You're too tight," he hisses after a moment, and I don't know if it's a good hiss or a bad hiss.

I wiggle my ass, trying to flex in a way that will somehow stretch something that hasn't been prepped. At least back at the cantina, they'd give us lube. I should have asked about that here, but I've been far too rattled. "Hang on," I tell him. "I'm not very…wet." I slide my hand underneath us and begin to rub my clit, trying to encourage my body to make some moisture.

Having him deep inside me while I touch myself is magic, though. My throbbing pussy responds, and it's not very long before I give a hard clench around him. I moan, surprised at how quickly I'm slick all over again. Was it the dancing? The fact that he's the object of my fantasies? His piercings and ridges? Whatever it is, I'll take it, because it feels really good.

Above me, he groans. His hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place. "Kef. Do that again."

I just whimper, rubbing my clit harder. Much as I would love to orgasm on command, the more I chase it, the more it's going to elude me. I need to relax, to lose myself in the moment again—

Zakoar growls impatiently and pushes my hand aside. In the next moment, his fingers move over my pussy, searching for the spot I was rubbing. "Where—?" he asks.

With another whimper, I guide his fingers to my clit. He finds it, makes a sound like a grunt of satisfaction, and then begins to rub me himself.

And, okay—he's far too rough with my poor clit. He doesn't know how to pleasure it, or me, his movements frantic with friction. He wants me to clench around his cock again, desperately, but this isn't going to do it. "Soft," I whine. "Soft, soft."

Not that I expect him to listen. But to my surprise, he does. His fingers slow, and he begins a pattern of gentle petting and stroking on my clit, and I clench around his cock, hard. I moan, my fingers digging into the blankets as he thrusts deep, grunting with satisfaction at the slick sound my body makes. "You're wet."

I just moan. He doesn't want an answer, anyhow.

Zakoar pushes deeper, tugging at my hip with one tight hand, and his spur presses against the pucker of my bottom, edging just inside. I make an unholy noise, my toes curling as he begins to slowly fuck me. He presses deep, making sure that his spur pushes into my backside, only to pull almost all the way out again, then surges to the hilt once more. It's like now that he can fit himself fully into me, he's determined to do it over and over again.

And good god, it feels amazing. The way he glides into my now-sloppy-wet body, the way he pushes so deep it's like he's rearranging my organs, the way he holds my hip like he's going to come unglued if he lets go of me, it all does something to me. Add in the fact that he's constantly petting my clit? It doesn't take long before an orgasm starts to build deep inside my belly. I gasp, whimpering under him, my body clenching tight. He responds by thrusting again, pushing deeper, claiming me harder.