I felt the soft press of his cock against my pussy. He slid it up and down over the slick, swollen flesh.
“This is what you want?”
I gripped the sheets and looked over my shoulder at him. The pants were gone and I could see his legs. Pure muscle curved over his tall frame. Lean hips tapered to a narrow waist, then a solid, broad chest. He was like Michelangelo’s David, if he’d carved a space man.
I pushed back against his cock, wanting it inside me and not willing to wait. “Yes.”
The broad head nudged against all my tender flesh, even pressed against my back entrance, where I’d had nothing go before. “Here, Sarah. When I am fully in control, I will want you here. The beast will command your pussy. He will think only of breeding you, of tying you to him forever.” He stroked my back entrance with his thumb, taunting me with his erotic thoughts. “But I will want to explore all of you, mate. Every inch of your body will be mine to taste, to claim, to fuck.” He slid inside my wet heat in one hard, fast thrust and I clenched down, thinking about how big he felt in my pussy. I couldn’t imagine him taking me in such a private place.
“I’ve never… I haven’t—” I admitted.
“I want all of you.” He leaned over my back until his mouth rested just behind my ear, his body covering me as his cock pumped in and out of my body. “You are mine.”
“Yes.”
He moved off me and walked to the wall. I rested my cheek on the cool sheets and tried to ignore the empty feeling in my pussy, tried not to think about how badly I wanted him back where he belonged, inside me, making me come.
Still, this view had its advantages. I admired what was mine, watched the muscles in his perfect ass flex and tighten as he walked away.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Didn’t he want to finish? Was he done with me?
“I forgot you are not from my world and have not been prepared for an Atlan lover.”
I frowned.
“Atlan females are prepared from their eighteenth birthday in the ways of pleasing a mate. To be ready for his mating fever. She is prepared in the art of fucking. All fucking.”
“You mean—”
He pressed a few buttons on a wall unit and returned with a small box. Returning to me, he placed the box on the bed beside me, opened the lid.
My eyes widened when he showed me the butt plug. I’d never had anything shoved up there before, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know what one was.
“All fucking, Sarah. Pussy, mouth, and ass. Have you sucked a cock before?”
He pulled out a tube of something that looked like lubricant.
“Yes,” I replied, but not a cock as big as his. I definitely couldn’t take it all. Not even a porn star could handle all that.
“And your ass? Do you have a virgin ass, Sarah?”
He squeezed a large dollop of the clear lube onto the plug. It was smaller than his cock, but I had doubts about its ability to fit in my bottom. I pushed up on my elbows.
“Back down, please. It’s time to prepare this gorgeous tight hole. I’m soothed, temporarily, but I never want to hurt you. Only bring you pleasure.” With one hand, he pulled one ass cheek away from the other, spreading my bottom wide open. “The way you respond to me, I have no doubt you’re going to love taking my cock deep in your ass.”
I blushed, knowing he could see all of me. “Says the man not getting a plug shoved up his ass,” I grumbled.
I could hear his laugh, but he didn’t relent. I felt the slippery, hard tip of the plug at my back entrance.
“No, says the man who’s going to train his mate’s ass for his cock, and if she’s a good girl, fuck her long and hard. How many times can you come in a night, Sarah?”
I winced as he began to push the plug into me. It didn’t hurt really, but felt very, very weird.
“Oh, um. Usually once, maybe twice if I touch myself.”
He continued to work the plug into me, opening me wider and wider.
“Dax!” I cried, but it slipped into place then, my bottom clenching down on the narrow section. I could feel the wide handle pressing against my bottom.