“You’re a m-monster,” she murmurs, her words getting better with each breath.
Her words mean nothing to me as I prowl back toward her, desperate for another taste. That sweet flavor makes my nerve endings come alive. A shriek escapes her when my hard body presses against her soft one. My cock is hard and weeping once more but it’ll have to wait. Her body is still performing its protective duties and it’s unsafe to enter her again. But that’s not what I desire anyhow.
I want inside her mouth.
I want to lick that nectar straight from her tongue.
I need it. I rekking need it.
“P-Please,” she whimpers.
I do not know what it is she begs for. All I know is the intense yearning that thrums through me. Her vicious hand that still has strands of my hair twisted around her fingers is a problem and considered a threat. I pin it to the bed as I seek out her mouth. My cock rubs against her pelvis, causing her to make more sounds. The good sounds. The sounds that make me think she’s appreciative to have me as a mate.
“I need to taste inside your mouth,” I rumble as my forked tongue darts out and teases her pink lips, begging her for access.
In a petulant way that reminds me of Hadrian when he was younger, she presses her mouth into a firm line. Fire ignites within me and I wonder why she is choosing to be difficult.
I will coax her to open her mouth for me.
Just like I coaxed her cunt to grow wet for me.
And just like then, when I rub my cock between her lower lips, she lets out garbled sounds that drive me to the brink of madness. Slowly, in a teasing way, I slide my cock against her pleasure spot. Rubbing and rubbing and rubbing. It’s like a hot button to turn her to mush. I love this button. Perhaps one solar, I’ll see if my tongue works on this button. Until that solar, I will use my cock.
“You like when I rub you here,” I tell her, a cocky smirk on my face. I like it too. Everywhere I touch her brings me pleasure.
She glowers at me and I chuckle. For such a miniature alien, she’s so fierce. Pride surges through me. I’m lucky to have gotten such a strong one for a mate. She’s worthy of a tough commander.
“When your cunt is ready again, I’m going to slip inside you and deliver more of my seed,” I murmur. “I’ll keep you beneath me just like this until it takes.”
“You can’t do that,” she chokes out.
Impressed at my ability to make her speak, I choose the moment not to reply but to taste her sweetness. She lets out a sound of surprise when I push my tongue into her mouth. It’s longer than hers, so I’m able to really delve inside. The burst of flavor on my tongue makes me groan. My double fangs threaten to slice her small tongue, but I’m mindful because she is precious and I don’t want to hurt her. Between the way I’m rubbing against her and getting high on her taste, I’m going to spill my seed if I’m not careful.
I’m losing my grip on my sanity, losing myself to her, when a violent explosion runs up my tongue.
She bit me!
Blood drips from my mouth and onto her face. I stare at her in horror. How dare she! How are her dulled teeth worth anything?
She bares her teeth at me, smeared with my blood, the wildness in her eyes shocking me. Her body is still weak from the toxica but there is strength in her expression. In her actions.
I reach up and touch one of her teeth. Not nearly as sharp as my double fangs, but pointy enough to pierce soft flesh, apparently.
All anger leeches from me as I admire her. Her tea-colored hair fans out over my bed coverings and I decide she’s beautiful. Like the sun I desperately crave. She is the sun as well. Perhaps I even prefer looking at her over the burning mass.
I pin both her wrists and stare down at her, my cock sliding once more against her pleasure spot. She desperately holds on to her anger but soon her lashes are fluttering. Sweet whimpers of need escape. And if I were able to finger her cunt without risking the potential implantation, I’d know she was slick with her arousal.
“You’re a worthy mate,” I croon, a smile tugging at my lips. “Strong. A commander’s equal.”
I capture her wrists with one hand and use my claw to pierce her shirt at the top and then drag it down, slicing through the material. Jareth will have a fit knowing I’ve destroyed precious garments but I can’t even bring myself to care. Not when I’m opening my mate up to me like a gift. I pull away the material to reveal her breasts. A handful and perky. They will fill with milk and feed our mortling well. The pride surging through me is overwhelming.