I have craved this, perhaps from the very first moment I saw him. He was so vulnerable lying on that pier, and then he was so aggressive and rude, and then he saved me from a life that was killing me on the inside, one fucked up day at a time.
I lose track of time in his double cocked embrace. After a few dozen dozen strokes, there is a softening and a relaxation. The lower part of my body has been given to him for his use and he is making me feel as though I have wasted every second of my adult life before this moment for not having been doing this the entire time.
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Brawn
She was made for me, this human. I know it as certainly as I know anything. There are no accidents in a universe of infinite possibilities. Everything that happens not only happens for a reason, it happens because it was inevitable.
That means I was fated to crash my ship through their fun fair, and also that I was destined to take this human and claim her as my own. Our sexual coupling is more intense than any I have experienced before. The heat of her human flesh, the intense squeezing of her muscles which both welcome my cocks and try to reject them at the same time, it all combines to make every ounce of carnal desire in me rise to the fore at once and explode from my body in an ever rougher pounding.
Her words were barely coherent before. Now they are nothing but a babbled series of sounds, a post-verbal fuck-glossolalia, the language of sex drawn from the depths of time and her ancestral past.
Humans are simple beasts, barely better than animals. They will never find their way out of their solar system on their own, but they can be taken, and taken this one is, lying beneath me, her legs spread and wrapped around me, her mouth emitting a series of screeches and cries which grow more primal and desperate as she changes color from pinkish caramel to bright red, her eyes widening, pupils consuming almost the entirety of her face.
She has changed in the short time she has been in my possession. I wonder if she is becoming a different creature altogether, something not quite human, something not quite like me. Every time I thrust forward, I feel the resistance in her body weaken, and a new force drawing me deeper. She wants me at an elemental level, and I could not resist her if I wanted to.
Our climaxes come in rough symphony. I roll over onto my back and hold her aloft above me, both her holes wrapped so tight around me. When I look down, I can see where she is joined to me at two points. I relish those points of connection. I adore them. They are everything to me.
She is shaking, absolutely trembling and contorting so violently I have to hold her tightly by the hips and keep her aloft so she doesn’t fall off me and take my masculinity with her.
I see the heat rush over her body, the hot pink and the bright red flashing and flushing back and forth in the delicate play of all that she is in this state. And then she is quiet, and she is still, and I draw her carefully from my two impaling rods and lay her down beside me and hold her long and tenderly through the aching aftermath so she knows where she belongs.
Ariel
I’m hungry again.
My loins are aching from their carnal altercation with Brawn. I know I’m not going to be able to walk straight for a very long time. Fucking the king comes at a cost, but that cost was worth paying.
“Are you hungry?” He asks the question tenderly.
“Ravenous.”
He lets me suckle on the larger cock, pressing my lips to the tip as he jerks and milks himself for me.
Maybe I am more like a vampire on this alien than he is like a cow to me. I need him to survive. I feed from him and I feel sated, and that satiety matters more than anything.
“Fuck yessss….” I growl and curse as I lie back, my belly full and my pussy still dripping his seed. Being satisfied at both ends is a new experience, and one I would like to repeat over and over again.
“My little monster,” he purrs.
He swears he’s not reading my mind, but I very much feel like he is. I know he can see me in more ways than I can see myself, and that his perception is greater than mine. I know he’s unspeakably different from me. But I can only be me. I am locked inside my senses, and I am burdened with human needs. One of them is knowing what I mean to the man I love.