A grin formed on his face. He arched over me, balls deep and muscles tight as he held me in place. He slipped out from me to smack against my lips and clit. “Messy cunt.”
He unlatched my legs and motioned for me to stand. Quickly, he turned my body to face the table of tools. Without thinking, I crashed into it, sliding everything onto the floor. Compared to the eerie quiet of the ship’s interior, it was loud. He bent me over and palmed my ass. “You need to learn. This isn’t a safe place for you, little fawn.”
With my palms firmly pressed to the metal, I bit my lip and took my lesson of discipline. I could hear the wind as he swung his arm down, his massive hand spanking my flesh. I jerked forward but held my composure, knowing there would be more.
He smoothed out the sting on my skin, observing with his fingers the millimeter of rising flesh. It hurt, but nothing hurt more than the blow he gave. And the next. With each smack, he groaned louder.
I could take it. The roughness taught me to be tougher, to accept what might come. After all of this was done—after we had found Juliana and locked down Cade, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel. But in Talis’ dominant clutches, I felt like I could handle anything.
I closed my eyes, hesitatingly wanting more. He stood behind me, caressing my thighs, lightly trailing his finger up the center of my mound until he spread me open again and lowered back down.
He devoured me, tongue sliding inside and out of my hole, smoothing over my clit as soon as I thrust my ass back. He had me on all fours against that desk, but he was doing this all for me. A sensual pleasure rose within of my core, trembling between my legs every few seconds.
“Make me come,” I moaned, twisting my head back to see as much as I could through the darkness. His eyes shone, red and defiant.
“You don’t call the shots, doctor,” he groaned.
But he spread my cheeks apart, inhaling my scent and letting out a harsh grunt of pleasure. “You’re more fertile than I thought,” he said.
I couldn’t believe it, but I wanted to. I was at the right age to conceive, and it was everything for me to have a family.
He nudged my hips toward him, pulling until the rigidity of his cock forced me open once more. “That a girl,” he groaned and sank over me. “Time to breed.”
His hands lay over mine, fingers coiling round, letting me know I was all his. This closeness, the yearning I had felt for six years, filled me with warmth, but the pain wasn’t altogether gone. His cock was like a massive anaconda, and the tight pull of flesh was nearly impossible to get through.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Oh, fuck.”
I collapsed against the desk and he drove even deeper, hushing me with a light finger. “Your pussy will adapt,” he cooed.
My mouth dropped open, and my face grew tight with strain. I pushed back against him and glanced back. I saw how tight he fit. Adapt? Was he fucking joking?
And yet, he continued to try and soothe me, while punishing me with his swelling girth.
Before I could whine or offer a rebuttal, he shoved in hard. My body seized with cold shock, but warm sweat glistened my cheeks.
He chuckled and leaned his mouth against the crook of my neck, kissing lightly. He ran his hand through my hair, petting me. For a few seconds, he became a gentle giant again. “Now, breathe,” he said. “And feel as my cock gives you everything.”
I tried to put the pressure out of my mind, but I felt like a worried animal being led to the slaughterhouse. Every breath I took made me more tense, and the milder he was toward me, the more I distrusted him.
I crumpled against the desk, falling limp and exhausted. “No,” I cried. “It’s too much. I can’t do this.”
But as I was about to give up, something weird happened. Something really weird...
He took me until he bottomed out, cock swelling so big that it began to spread open as two. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but he held two cocks firmly in his palm and dropped back with a look of astonishment and power.
“Oh, my G—”
“God?” he moaned, satisfied. “Fuck, honey. The gods know nothing about the pleasure I can give a woman.”
I couldn’t believe it, but as he jerked his hips back, he showed me what it was like to feel again. Letting out an incredible roar, he grew in strength. The top shaft glided across my pussy lips, massaging briefly before clamping down with small suction cups. It scrunched and twisted like a tentacle, gliding like small waves over my clit. Readying me for the insemination process. The terrifying, splitting pain turned into pure ecstasy.
I let out a shrill moan and spread my legs wider, giving into the strange but incredible sensation. He knew exactly what I wanted, knew precisely what combination of movements to give.
As he tore me open, he pinched my nipple and snickered. I couldn’t even respond. All I could do was groan, and writhe like a fish out of water. I was hit by his lust, and I let him take me, stuck in the hold of his force.
“Now, you see what I can do, my little fawn,” he growled.
“Y-yes,” I whined. The pressure was mounting, unrelenting and consuming. “What-what is happening?”