He released her hair and smoothed the tangles with a few rakes of his fingers. “Good girl,” he sighed.
She slumped across him, her jaw aching. However, he wasn’t done. Far from it. His cock twitched between them. Still hard, fully erect. A Vendu man could fuck and fuck, hour upon hour, spilling two or three times before spent. Zara would have to rustle up her extra energy to match his stamina.
“Ride me,” he said, once more grasping her waist.
She sat astride once more, angled her pelvis, and held his shaft with one hand. The span of her hand was wrapped around it, reminding her of its girth, its power. He pulled her down as she impaled herself. It required perseverance, the same courage she’d found when he claimed her virginity. He kept her steady, ensured she was perfectly aligned to him. Her pussy opened up, allowing him to lift his hips up and penetrate deeper. When he hit her belly, she cried out.
Galen’s face hardened. The bliss of his orgasm had given way once more to a display of determination and desire. She fed off it, finding it strangely satisfying to know she was the reason he was alive with this unearthly passion he’d bought from his alien world.
“I said ride it,” he commanded.
She bounced up and down, her hands flat on his firm belly where the dragon tattoo snorted fiery flames. How was this possible? An hour ago, she was tied to a bed, fretting about how she’d cope with his mammoth cock, and here she was stretched around it and sopping wet, humping him with no dignity and a crazy need to come in the midst of all the discomfort.
He added to that fiery mix of emotional confusion by grasping her ass cheeks and squeezing her buttocks, using them as leverage to keep her moving as fast as he dictated.
“Now you shall come.”
She glanced down at her tattoo.
What a sight! The black edges of the inking had risen to the point that the pattern resembled a hologram—how was that possible?
The tattoo wasn’t wrong. Her pussy ached, but her clitoris was on fire, buzzing with electricity. He switched one hand to her front and rubbed his thumb against it.
“Oh, no!” She didn’t mean it like that, not no as in stop. But how would she cope with the intensity if he kept going?
She coped by screaming the place down in a humiliating display. She thrashed and writhed as he bucked his hips, keeping his momentum going while letting her have the luxury of basking in her orgasm. The flashes of reds and oranges that spiraled out of her body were an undeniable expression of her orgasm. The ones on her thighs, the most visible to Zara, glowed, almost luminescent.
Galen cupped her swaying breasts and pushed her upright, forcing her pussy to take the full length of his cock. She sat back and rested her bottom on his balls and thighs. By arching her back, she maximized his penetration.
“I can’t stop it!” she wailed. Her orgasm burst afresh, straight on the back of the last one.
How’s this possible?
He came, pumping a stream of cum upward. It filled her, and then spilled out as she flopped forward onto his chest.
She heard the pounding of his heartbeats. They mirrored her own. Together they performed a duet until the pairing slowed. He eased himself out of her, and they tumbled onto their sides, face to face.
Galen brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her lips. “You’re quite amazing, for a human.”
She liked the compliment. It was generous for a Vendu. They believed they were far superior to the puny human race. Maybe they were in physical strength, but in courage and passion, no human was weaker. She was proving that to him.
What now?
Galen reached around and slid his finger down her spine and into her ass furrow. “Now this. All of you, remember? This is our way.”
Zara shivered, both with nerves and excitement. “I can’t… you’re too big.”
He circled her anus and the trembling intensified. Among the golden tones of the tattoo, the blue tinge re-emerged, like veins weaving among heart shapes.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “This is how I imagined it. Your need for me is driven by your lust, your pleasure. I can see it. Your bliss glowing brightly, while the wanton girl begs for more. You’ll not be able to resist.” He pressed his cock against her belly. “Feel it.”
The erection hadn’t diminished. How long could he go for? What happened if she failed to satisfy him?
“Please, lord, please be gentle with me,” she pleaded.
“I shall, this time. Remember you are my prisoner, little human. This is but an interlude in your ordeal.” He rose and fetched a bottle. “This is the same oil Bisma used during your training.”
It would both lubricate and ease her open. It worked; she had faith in it. But what of her own abilities? They were less physical now and more mental.