9. Chapter 8

The moment he got inside, he pushed her legs apart again. He nudged her over on her back and settled one leg to the side. Her pussy split open for him again, and this time, he was all over her. He didn’t wait for her own aching need to rocket her into outer space.

He squeezed her thighs all the way up to the wet triangle exhibited for his enjoyment. He caressed that, too. He caressed it like it was just another patch of skin. He laid his flat palm over her quivering mound and circled it in gentle whirling vortexes.

She clenched her eyes shut so she wouldn’t see him, but he hovered there before her mind. She couldn’t see him in the dark anyway, but he still dominated her whole consciousness. So that’s what this whole dominant thing was all about. It wasn’t about pushing and shoving and smacking and torturing at all. He occupied her mind and heart and soul. He sat in her deepest being and commanded her from there. He never had to lift a finger against her. He already owned her.

She compressed her lips to stop the moans bubbling out of her most forgotten recesses. His touch didn’t excite her all that much, so why did she feel another devastating climax creeping up on her? All he did was touch her. All he did was rub her wet cunt.

She couldn’t stop it. It burst to life all over again. She had to thrust her hips against his hand. She had to cry out for more and more and more. He didn’t speed up. He didn’t press harder. He kept up his steady rhythm and his mind-numbing circles. He stood by the bed. Only his hand moved, but bright sparks exploded before her eyes. They blinded her so glowing bright she couldn’t think. She couldn’t look away.

Those phosphorescent designs shone in his skin. She couldn’t see the man anymore. She saw only the shapes, the creatures and plants and geometric patterns woven into each other. They shifted and changed and tumbled over each other so fast she couldn’t keep up with them. Without them, she wouldn’t be able to see Rocor at all. She wouldn’t know he still wanted her.

She tossed herself crazy on that hand. She screamed in ecstasy. She pumped her hips into the air to rub her pussy on his palm, but it could never be enough. God, she wanted it so bad! How did she ever function with this need burning a hole in her soul? How did she ever survive without this?

He didn’t give her a chance to fall asleep this time, either. The piercing cries welled out of her, and his palm lifted away leaving her half unfinished. She writhed in front of him. Her orgasm boiled and foamed out of her as much as ever.

At that moment, something touched her most sensitive tissues between her legs. She gasped for breath, but he already slipped a finger into her twitching channel. She froze in place, but his finger touched off a chain reaction inside her. Before she finished climaxing on his hand, he excited hidden territory inside her to set her off all over again.

He tickled her inner anatomy to awaken all the pleasure spots along her welcoming fissure. He plunged to his limit to quicken her cervix. He hooked his finger forward to blast her G spot apart. He drew out to her entrance to set her spongy pillows on fire.

Everything he did sent her over one peak after another. How did he know? How many women did he do this to before he learned every secret of female arousal? How many men among the Allies knew what he knew?

Did every man on this planet know women’s darkest secrets? Did every woman on this planet enjoy this kind of pleasure? How could the Allies conquer this? A population of dead skeletons lurching around half awake couldn’t possibly stand up to a living, breathing, vibrant people like this. The Krataks had every advantage on their side.

She couldn’t think about all that political stuff while she twisted and screwed that finger into her cunt. He hadn’t got his finger inside her before he rested his other hand on her belly. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while he plowed her apart with his finger. He worked every side of her at once and tore her to pieces.

Is this what she signed up for when she agreed to submit to him? Is this what he meant when he asked if she wanted to find out what a dominant man would be like? Dear God! How could she know what he really meant? How could she ever imagine she would experience this?

She threw her arms above her head. She rotated her hips with his movements. Her body operated on a different rhythm than anything she ever knew before. His hands spoke back and forth to her beating heart to make her move and respond.

How long would this go on? She could lie here in endless climax for days. What would he do to her next? Would he burn her twitching flesh with his tongue? Would he make her touch herself so he could see how she did it?

He heard those questions, too, and he answered them. His finger slithered out of her engorged slit. He took hold of the same leg as before and moved it across himself to close her thighs. He kept prodding her sideways until he turned her over on her side. He folded her into a ball, but her sweet delirium wouldn’t let her rest now.

All of a sudden, his hands took hold of her. Now she knew what dominating was. He grabbed her hips and jerked her over on her stomach. He pulled her to the edge of the bed so her legs dangled over the side.

She didn’t care anymore what he did. She’d already climaxed so many times in so many different ways. She would only climax again, whatever he did. She would suffer this humiliation if it meant another few minutes of bliss.

To her amazement, he didn’t attack her this way, either. He stood back, and his gentle circling hands warmed her hips and ass. He softened them the way he prepared the rest of her. He massaged down her thighs, over her hips to her waist, and back down. He traced his fingertips down her cum-spattered legs to tickle her insides.

He murmured under his breath. “Do you want this? Show me. Show me how you want it.”

She stared straight ahead of her into the dark. How could she show him when she didn’t want it? Somehow, her mind grasped the ultimate reality. She did want it. She wanted this as much as everything else. This was no humiliation. He did it because she wanted it. He did it all because she wanted it. He wouldn’t do any of it if she didn’t want it.

His domination only opened her up to her own desires. His domination gave her permission to feel that explosive passion she never let herself admit she had. His ownership and his commanding orders brought her to life in ways nothing else could.

He kept breathing into her from behind. “Show me. Show me how you want it.”

How did she want it? She wanted it, but she never had it like that before. How was she supposed to know what to do? She closed her eyes and let her body guide her. His hands on her hips showed her how to show him.

She crawled onto the bed. She swayed her hips back and forth under his touch. Her spine rippled. She curved her body in luscious heaving waves. She threw back her head and sobbed for him. God, she wanted him so bad! Did he want her?

Something hot and hard touched her back. He growled low, and his mouth closed over her ribs. He took a big mouthful of her skin in wet, hard bites. He gobbled down her spine to her hip. She cried out again and again at the intensity of sensation cascading over her.

He bit down her back to her ass. He took one last torturous tooth full of her choice back side before he rose up on his knees behind her.

She didn’t have to look back to see what he was about to do. His fingers sank into her voluptuous flesh. His huge presence towered over her from behind. She wanted this. She showed him what she wanted, and now he would give it to her.

She didn’t see or understand how he got his clothes off. Maybe he didn’t get them off at all. Maybe he took her fully clothed. She didn’t care. None of that mattered. Nothing mattered but that thicker something working between her pussy lips.

She moaned all the louder, but she had to keep still for it. She had to open herself to invite him in. She had to get him inside, where he belonged. She longed for this. She prayed for this. She dreamed of this and saw it in her visions. Now it was happening.

She rejoiced in anticipation, but when that devil thing cracked her in half, she screamed louder than she ever screamed in her life. What in the name of all that’s holy was that thing? How could he be a man with a cock like that?

Nothing in her life prepared her for this moment. He screwed it all the way in before he stopped. He drilled her in half, but when he found her limit, he paused. She screeched and howled. She writhed and contorted in agony, but he just knelt there, unmoving, until she spent her rising energy on his shaft.

He ran his hands up and down her waist. He breathed through his nose and purred. “Mmm. Yes. Oh, yes.”

She shrieked louder than ever. Why didn’t he move? Why didn’t he do something? How could he torment her like this? He went to all the trouble of getting her like this, and now he wouldn’t do it.

She couldn’t stand it any longer. She hurled herself back against him. She kicked out her hands and knees to pulverize herself on that blistering spike. Her ass struck his hips, and her whole being rocked to its foundations.

He still didn’t move. She thundered against him again and again. The horrendous penetrations excited her channel more than ever. The earth-shattering thickness filling her up sent her spiraling into climactic completion. She screeched and moaned. She twisted and convulsed, but he never moved.

He leaned back and pushed his hips forward into her crushing thrusts. “That’s it. Harder. Harder.”

So, this was what he wanted. He wanted her to do it herself. He wanted her to show him? She would show him, all right. She would show him how much she wanted it, how hard she wanted it. She slammed against him harder than ever. She destroyed herself on that terrible cock.

He let go of her hips. He set his hands behind his back. His sweat stung her wet skin, but she wouldn’t stop. She would never stop. Every shivering blow hit her hard in her deepest places. Every stroke into her cunt pumped her full of white-hot bliss.

Her mind and soul screamed inside her head. Yes! Yes! Yes! Her juices squirted around his shaft. Her ass caved apart, and the wetness splashed her ass and dribbled down her thighs. Would it ever stop? Would she ever be satisfied with that prick inside her?

She wept and bleated out loud. She needed this. She hungered for it. She would never stop wanting this forever. Did she really think she could live without this?

She couldn’t keep it up forever, though. Her knees gave out under the pressure. Her joints dissolved in rapture. She couldn’t keep forcing herself back against him without rest. She started to slow down, but he wasn’t even getting started yet.

The moment she slackened her pace, he brought his hands around to seize her hips once again. He took up the rhythm she let go, but she couldn’t hold herself up. She fell forward on her chest and buried her face in the coverlet.

His pounding strokes drove her knees apart until her whole body hit the bed. He rode her down onto her face, and his iron frame crushed on top of her. His prick still pulsed inside her.

He caught her around the chest with one huge arm. He pulled her back against him, and his muscled power drove her down on his throbbing cock. She could only arch her back into those hammering strikes.

His thickness still blew her into heaven on one climax after another. He pressed his bared teeth against her ear and roared into her brain. His grunting breath matched her screaming cries. His hips forced her ass up while his arm crushed her down. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.”

Could she really stand this? Could she really live with this? Before those questions even formed in her mind, he weaseled his other hand down her stomach. He stabbed his fingers between her hips and the bed until he found her swollen clit. He flicked it with his fingers while his cock impaled her from inside.

She couldn’t stand this anymore. She couldn’t live in a body so full of sensations and emotions and stars going supernova before her eyes. She floated free. Her constant peaking orgasms filled her sails to elevate her into space.

She soared over the bed and out the window. She flew on wings of pure joy over the night landscape outside. The frosty stars lighted the planet far below her. She glided beyond the mountains where her friends struggled with such insignificant concerns. None of that interested her anymore. She existed somewhere beyond humanity. She became spirit and essence, without a body or a heart or anything connected with the ground.

She drifted far away, far beyond the Allies to different galaxies. She became star dust and sunlight. She became space fragments and electrons rotating in a world of energy. She became nothing, nothing but joy.