The unknown of it was making my body throb even harder. I tensed, as his other knee spread my legs even wider. He paused for a second and his gaze perused my body. He ran his fingers over my stomach and then ventured down further, gliding along the wetness captured within my folds.
He grinned with seductive power. I shivered with passion and fear.
I should have known that this would be a possibility if I had moved toward him. I knew that I should have run and gotten out of that cave the first moment I could, but somewhere, deep inside, there was a part of me that wanted to see what would happen. Wanted to see if such a powerful beast could be tamed.
I knew now that thought was foolish.
My pussy was wet for him. I was turned on by an alien beast of a man, a genetic experiment of the government. The story of Echelon 67 had turned into so much more than I could have anticipated.
My legs tensed around his waist and I whimpered with shame. He grinned with victory.
“Don’t,” I begged, knowing that even still, I was lying to myself about what I really wanted. He didn’t listen and somewhere deep inside, I adored him for it.
He purred again, and I moaned, my blood yearning for him.
“Fuck, Axel,” I whispered.
He leaned forward, his hard cock brushing against my mound. Instinctually, my hips arched toward him and I couldn’t stop it. He nudged against my clit with his shaft and I cried with need. Electric desire pulsed all throughout my body, begging for more with my every breath.
Suddenly, he pushed my shoulders down and his hard cock slammed into my entrance. He wasn’t gentle or kind in his movements. He took me rough and hard, stretching my pussy with the massive size of his cock in a single monstrous movement that left me reeling. It hurt, and I cried out, but with the slickness of my own arousal, he was able to slide into me to the hilt. I whined with shame.
He speared into my core, the head of his cock brushing against the limit of my depths and I moaned.
His hips rocked back and forth as he thrust his cock in and out of me, the look of sheer animalistic delight on his face obvious. Slowly, his pace began to increase, and he really began to fuck me then.
Rough. Hard. Slightly unhinged and with complete lack of control, his movements were steady, sure, and entirely instinctual.
My arousal began to build. His cock filled my channel, his massive girth stretching me as I have never been stretched before. Every surge of his dick inside me hurt, but in a way that the pain was quickly morphing into intense desire. My clit throbbed with want. My entire body begged for it.
He pulsed inside me.
He held my hips and used them for leverage, my legs spread around his waist almost as if I was asking for more. It was then I noticed a small secondary cock-like structure emerging from between his legs. It curled around my skin, seeking and searching until it suctioned onto my clit.
I jumped in fear.
Within the tiny suction head, little cilia tickled at my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head at the decadent pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it before.
Like little feathers, the tendrils brushed and teased my clit, forcing every semblance of whatever fight remained in my body far, far away. It remained steadfast on my needy bud, even as he fucked my pussy hard and I was helpless to the pleasure cascading within me.
Helpless and entirely more willing than I was a few minutes ago.
Even as I struggled against the fierce onslaught of pleasure, I felt an orgasm rising up within me. Unfettered and unable to hold it back, it surged forth like a tidal wave, taking me and my ecstasy on a rollercoaster of emotions that I was powerless to fight.
Unsure if I should actually enjoy myself, I struggled with the rising need within me. My core throbbed and my skin heated to a feverish level.
My first release crashed over me and I was utterly consumed by it. There was nothing other than my pleasure and the sheer bliss racing through my veins. His grip tightened on my skin, his cock fucked my channel, and the small suction part latched on even harder. I screamed, and I found myself pleading for more.
I didn’t want it to stop and I was deeply ashamed of that, of the way my body was singing under his wild nature. My thighs were drenched with my arousal and he remained just as hard as before and there was a part of me that began to worry about that. How long was this going to last? He didn’t even seem close to being done.
Hard. Fast. Visceral.
Everything about his movements was savage.
The tendrils caressing my clit never stopped and I keened with my need. My core pulsed and once again, I felt another orgasm building in the wake of the last.
Uncontrolled. Unwanted. Uninhibited.
Fuck. I was going to come again. I could literally count on one hand the number of men who had ever actually made me come, and there were absolutely zero who had made me orgasm more than once. Not even with my own fingers had I ever achieved such a feat, and this man was about to do it without even trying.