“My beast sees your lush curves, wants you again.”
“Have me,” I begged.
His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared as he studied me. “You know how big I am, how tight the fit in your snug pussy. You didn’t even take all of my beast cock.”
That I hadn’t known. I’d been too lost in my need and I felt full. How could there possibly be more?
“I will have you again, mate, but I must control my beast, or he will take you. Fill you again. You would not be able to walk tomorrow.”
I thought of how I’d look hobbling to transport in a few hours. It would be the worst walk of shame imaginable, being bowlegged and sore from a wild night of fucking a beast cock. It was one thing to have all of the cadets know that I had a wild night with an Atlan—I was sure one or two of them had probably found an eager fighter for a night of fun themselves—but to wince when I walked would be too much. I’d never live it down, not as the instructor for the mission. There were lines the instructors, serving as role models and leaders, were not allowed to cross, and showing up bow-legged and sore was definitely way over that line.
“The cuffs will control your beast?” I asked. I knew of them, had seen them on the Atlan instructors at the Academy, but I didn’t spend time in their area. The beasts pretty much kept to themselves. They voted for their own commanders and formed their own fighting units. We shared space at the training grounds on Zioria, but that was all. And I did not go on missions for the I.C. with any Atlans. They were widely considered to be too unstable, too unpredictable. Wild.
Surprise, surprise, I really liked wild.
“They do. I hope the nap was enough, for I will now be able to fuck you all night. Be prepared, female, to be filled with my cock until dawn.”
My eyes flared at his dirty words, but I realized they weren’t just talk, they were a promise. With ease, he shifted me to my side once again and settled back behind me. The three remaining cuffs slid to the bed in front of me.
He bent my knees and pushed my thighs up toward my chest, my pussy wet and on display. Angh settled his hips between my thighs and opened me up, the head of his cock brushing over my slick folds, settling at my entrance.
I gasped at the feel of him as he pressed in, just so the broad crown breached me, settled just inside. I clenched about him, trying to pull him deeper, but he held himself still. Grabbing the large cuff, he wrapped it about his other wrist, clicked it in place. He nudged in a touch further and my back came up off the bed, the smaller cuffs falling onto the warm sheets next to me. Forgotten.
“Angh,” I gasped, shifting and trying to take more of him.
“Your cuffs, Kira, are there, waiting for you.”
“Mine?” I asked, breathless. My thoughts were on the tip of his cock and nothing else. I had no idea there were so many delicious nerve endings just inside of me, that having a big—no, huge—cock in me made them all come to life. I wanted more. Needed it.
“I cannot put them on your wrists. You must lock them in place. My beast desires to see them on your body, but you must consent, must choose willingly. Blatantly and without coercion.”
I pushed the two cuffs out of the way and wiggled away from him. He let me go—no way would I be able to move if he wanted me to remain—and I got up onto my knees so I looked down at him.
“Coercion? Coercion is sticking your hard cock in my pussy and denying me all of you, refusing to go deeper. I need you to fuck me.” Gripping his shoulders, I directed him where I wanted him, on his back. Thank God he let me have my way, because he was a giant and there was no way I could force him to move a single hair on his head unless he wanted to move it. Apparently, he was content to let me have my way. For now.
In fact, his eyes widened and he grinned.
“You are feisty,” he said, settling onto his back and putting an arm behind his head. He looked so casual, so relaxed, even with his cock jutting toward the ceiling, the broad head of it glistening from being inside me. His gaze roved over me, slow and full of appreciation, stopping at my breasts and then stalling entirely at the juncture of my thighs. It seemed his beast was soothed because he wasn’t jumping me. Like this, Angh was completely different. Calm, perhaps even a touch playful.
I smiled. “I am an Academy instructor, which means I do like to be in charge.”
He huffed out a small laugh, reached up and stroked his knuckles over my nipple, watched it as it went hard. “You want to be in charge of your beast?” he asked.
Yeah, he was definitely playful. It was my turn to look my fill. From the dark hair that was loose and wild on his head to his wicked smile, broad shoulders, smattering of dark hair on his chest that tapered to his navel. And there, his abs, rippled and spectacular. And speaking of spectacular, the massive cock between his legs, the large, virile balls beneath. It was hard not to stop there, but his thighs were massive, bigger perhaps than my waist. Well-muscled, solid. Sturdy. Even his feet were hot and I had no trace of a foot fetish.
“Yes, I do,” I said, licking my lips. “I want you.” The question was, where to start?
“Very well. Do as you wish.”
I flicked my gaze up to his, saw that he was serious. Oh, this was going to be fun. Could Angh and his beast remain still as I had my way with him? Teased him? Sucked him off? Played and tasted and rode him like I wanted to? He was bigger, heavier and could dominate me if he wished—and he had earlier. But now, he intended to remain still and let me take control.
I felt wicked and powerful as I wondered how long he would hold out. I intended to find out. Leaning forward, I gave him a quick, gentle kiss. Keeping my eyes open as I did so, we watched each other and I savored the less frantic look on his face. The Atlan was in charge now, Angh, and I liked him. So much.
“You’ll stay still?”
“Yes.”
“No matter what?” I countered.