"Yes, sweet human," he agreed, as if I'd said anything other than his name.
He pressed the smooth tip of his cock against my slick entrance and nudged inside, shifting closer to me on the cushions so he could inch deeper.
"Oh," I breathed when he withdrew a little and thrust harder, reaching further, the stretch growing with every inch he gained.
"I'm obsessed with every part of you," he blurted, his yellow eyes glowing and hands trembling where they gripped my thighs. "The way your legs shake when you come; the scars on your stomach; your strong hands that feel amazing on my horns; your boobs that taste so good on my tongue; and this pussy…"
He rested his hand beside my shoulder, angling deeper in slow strokes. His eyes never left my face, devouring every different emotion that crossed it.
"This pussy that feels like home for my cock, so hot and wet and perfect. This pussy that's going to come so many times, you’ll forget the number. This pussy that's going to squeeze around me, drawing out my cum so I can fill you up again, and again, and again, until you're so full that you can't imagine being empty again."
My eyes blew wide, my mouth open with rough, panting breaths. His words … it wasn't a simple claiming, but full, never-ending possession. He owned me. And I knew he was every bit as much mine as I was his.
"Oh god, Sang," I breathed when he increased his pace, the wet sounds of our fucking competing with Sang's snarls of satisfaction. He was right; no way could I have taken him inside me without being this wet. Even now, the stretch burned, but the glide of him was beyond incredible.
I grabbed his shoulder blades, holding on as he writhed over me—and stopped. I made a whining sound of complaint, but Sang just kissed me with a soft laugh and drew back to watch my face as—oh, holyfuckinggod!
My hands fluttered, frantic for something to grab onto, moving from his back to his arms, to his hair, gripping tight. Inside me … I didn't even know how to describe it, but I knew what was responsible: those teardrops of muscle, those fluttering barbs. They didn't just stroke one spot, but lapped ateverypart of me, like a hundred mini tongues, and my whole body went rigid in the split second before I came explosively.
"Yes," Sang grunted, the barbs moving in waves, stroking just inside my pussy before travelling deep, and then all the way back, keeping me in a shuddery state of climax. "Good girl, that's my human. Didn't I say you'd come?"
I made a whimper of agreement, grabbing the back of his neck and wrenching his face to mine for a violent kiss. I barely began recovering from the first orgasm when he began to thrust again, the soft nubs on his cock still stroking in that delirious wave. And then I was shaking with a second release, kissing him so hard I drew blood.
At the taste, Sang went feral.
He took swift control of the kiss, pounding into my pussy like a man possessed, soaking up my moans with a grimace of satisfaction. With every slam of his hips, he reminded me he wasn't human, but he was allmine.
"Just like that, Hala, keep clutching me like that," he choked out, sweat dripping from his brow.
I didn't have much control over how my pussy squeezed him; I could only hold onto him and shudder with every crash of pleasure. When his soft barbs stroked my inner walls at the same time he thrust deep, my hips arched off the cushions and I roared out my pleasure. Sang matched the sound, his cock pulsing inside me, spilling liquid heat into my pussy, and I soared higher.
"More," he demanded, bestial.
I whined, so sensitive but so needy at the same time. "Sang—sang," I rasped, his name the only thing that made sense anymore.
"Yes," he praised, kissing up my cheek to my temple, panting hard and fast as he fucked me wildly. "That's it. You still need more don't you, mate? I'll give you more. I'll give you everything."
His manic obsession made me short of breath, and it only took two more thrusts for me to freefall over the edge, my body locking up and mouth open on a silent scream. Sang was far from silent, shouting so loudly that the whole city would hear as he slammed deep into my pussy and throbbed, each pump of his cock's muscles filling me with cum—again.
"Sang," I rasped, trembling.
"Beautiful girl," he said in a strained voice, kissing down my cheek until he found my lips. "I have more for you. Do you want it?"
"I'm so—full," I whispered, breathless and high.
Sang's fingers rasped over my stomach, stroking possessive circles over my skin and making my whole body buzz.
"Not yet," he disagreed, kissing me. "Almost full."
The soft muscle on his cock shifted, stroking my inner walls with shallow undulations, and I jolted, grabbing Sang's arms hard, digging in my fingernails as the extra sensation made everything so intense.
"It belongs here," he murmured, stroking my stomach. "All inside you. All for you to keep."
I bit my bottom lip hard, my pussy gripping his cock in a tight flutter. "All for me?"
"Only you, mate," he swore, his eyes gleaming and bright.
I'd probably regret it later, but I was floaty and delirious and so fucking happy to be full of his cock I didn't care right now. "Give me everything, Cheshire Cat."