With his teeth buried in my back and hands across my tits, his heat creeps over me. I do my best to move with his thrusts, back arching and swaying as his hips demand more, faster, harder.
He digs in, moaning with pleasure. He scents me and exhales. “Now do you believe me, beautiful one?” he asks. “This world is depraved. Ours to destroy.”
The more I learn, the more I think I need to witness. The more I can’t let him escape…
I want to stay here.
I want more of this, the disgusting, vile fuck he gives me, passionate in all the right and wrong ways.
I grind my hips, whining and moaning into him as he takes hold of my wrists, riding freely. His balls rock against my clit, and I become more desperate. It's terrifying, the desire in my core for him, the buzzing in my hot pussy as he lay his tongue across the curve of my neck.
It's too much! I can’t take it. I’m rolling toward that edge, the long, convulsing shake, the flow of heat and moisture and desire, more complicated than I remember.
It breaks me.
I feel my lips part over his shaft as my energy slips away, the range of my orgasm increasing, replaced with a sudden burst of light and deep emotion.
My head bends, pointed at the floor. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, wavering.
My kneecaps buckle, but he doesn’t let up. He’s a literal fucking machine, and I’m his puppet, here to be bred.
Because I chose this. Me. And I’m owning every inch of him.
“I’m coming,” I whisper. “C-C-Coming…”
It all stops. I feel the heavy pulse of my g-spot rippling through my core, dragging new and untapped energy into my heart as a caressing, silky stream. It flows through my muscles, around my stomach and chest, and my body shudders and twitches with complete and total arousal.
“Yes,” I scream. “Fuck me, alien.”
He's on top of me, driving his mighty cock into my wet hole, a loud slap, sexual hunger reverberating across the walls of this room. A second later, my legs quiver and buckle. I’m coming, and there’s no way I’m going to return from this. Not yet, at least.
Finally, I look up and see my reflection. The sweat, the relaxed and tired brown eyes, the frizzled amber hair, complimented by prints of red on my skin. I look thrilled.
It’s Kalxor’s turn.
I look away from his tempting reflection, leaning forward and releasing a shuddering scream of undeniable satisfaction. His cock is growing inside me, thick and ready to burst rich cum.
I can feel a trickle pool at my entrance, so I reach back and grab him by the hips, holding him firmly against me. "It’s yours. You own it. Use this pussy."
Famous last words, I know, but the moment carries me away.
He leans his head forward to greet my shoulders and neck, his breath hot, eyes tracing my ass. His nostrils flair as he t
akes all of me in.
As his tongue makes its way into my mouth, I feel him shudder and moan. My pussy rises to meet the moment, lips sliding over him to receive his offering.
We hold in our position, bodies connected, until he shudders with the crescendo of his incoming orgasm.
An intelligible grunt leaves his throat. "Nnnhhhhh..."
At last he erupts, from pleasure to something close to enlightenment. His voice is too low for me to hear, barely audible between his heavy thrusts. I feel his body shudder as his cock swells, firing a surge of seed into my pulsing slit. My body, blissfully exposed, hangs limp, completely shut down from my own lift-off into heaven.
I receive every burst of hot, sticky cum swelling inside me, so much it spills down his waning shaft.
I feel his body relax. Rearing back, he releases a slow, deep breath. Sense seems to be drifting into him again, an insistent calm that forces him toward the dingy floor below.
To help bring me back down to earth, his hands pull me down with him. His massive body brings me in, curling me against his chest.