Astrid

 

 

 

ZANE’S WARY VULNERABILITY made him more real to me than all the extraterrestrial tricks he’d shown me, all the deliciously hot and decadently sexy experiences he’d given me.

His quiet confession made me want him more.

Not that I was complaining about how big and strong and powerful a male he was, but he’d opened up to me, allowed me to witness something intensely personal he clearly kept hidden from most others. The festering pain fueled by a hateful man’s abuse.

As soon as my soothing touch on his thigh traveled higher, Zane shed that vulnerability, assuming the taut features of a man who wanted to fuck me relentlessly, recklessly.

Now I felt daring, more boldly and sexually charged than ever before. Zane sat stone still while I fondled him, but arousal rolled off him like waves of heat, heat that changed the color of his irises from ice blue to golden topaz, and his eyelids hooded low.

But what little control I held over him gave way when he surged to his feet, taking me with him. A deep growl climbed from his chest, and my moan echoed the clear mating call. A wave of passion so strong flooded me, and wetness spilled from me as my nipples puckered. Moving so fast he was a blur, he shed all my clothing, flinging every item across the room.

As soon as he was naked too, he stood there all power and muscle and a maleness I could literally smell. The scent of him mouthwatering. Our bodies separated by a hand’s breadth, he dwarfed me. His scorching gaze roved over me, and something vital twisted inside my body, lust coiling.

Precum already pearled at the tips of his cocks, the veins pulsing with life force. Blood engorged the two substantial pillars rising from his groin, rampant and majestic. Gorgeous and huge just like the rest of him.

My hand swept down his torso, and I was just as captivated by the newly emerging skin markings from either side of his chest as I was by the meaty cocks beckoning my touch lower.

His shoulders shifted and his tremendous thighs spread and his hands came up to roughly handle my breasts.

A groan of manly satisfaction rumbled from him when my nipples prodded against his large palms. The areolas turned deep pink just before he shoved me back a couple steps, fell to one knee, and used his tongue to lap at the peaked flesh.

“Meehri.” The hoarse sound of his voice tickled my nerve endings. “These tits.” Squeezing both mounds, he pulled them away from my body until my back arched. “Going to suck your breasts ’til you come so hard your juice runs down to the floor.”

“Oh God, Zane!” Weakly, I grabbed his shoulders, fighting for balance.

He turned his head and plucked as much breast flesh into his wide mouth as he could. His gaze flashed up at me, and I was sure I was glassy-eyed, my back bowing even further.

I was already wet, dripping for him, dampness spreading down my thighs.

I screamed with the sheer hunger of his attacking mouth. Red marks rose on my pale breasts from his raw touch and continuous sucking and lapping. He popped both nipples into his mouth, his fangs scoring sensitive flesh in the process. But he didn’t stop suckling roughly, and rugged primal noises rose from his throat, vibrating right across my breasts he lashed and licked.

When light exploded behind my eyelids and ecstasy spiked from my swollen slit to the nipples he continued to torture, I came so hard I almost collapsed.

A scream shredded from my throat.

Hot wet pleasure soaked my inner thighs, my pussy was inundated by a cunt-clutching need to be filled and filled hard.

Zane stood, yanking me into his arms as I quivered all over. His mouth seared across mine. I twisted his hair between my fingers, clawing to get closer to him any way I could.

The insane level of arousal between us kept climbing higher.

He laid me down gently on the bed, but that was as far as his gentleness went. Cocks rising like massive meaty staffs, he prowled over me, up to my breasts.

I watched in lustful awe when he took both mighty cocks in his powerful fist. He guided the twin spears of turgid flesh between my breasts and into my cleavage.

“I’m going to fuck these tits and come all over your body,” he rasped.

With a greedy whimper, I held my breasts as a clasp for him to use. And he surged forward, forcing my tits to swallow the oversized girth of both cocks. His eyes slanted down, and his cheeks hollowed sharply as he drilled into the puffy pillows quickly slickened by the endless drip-drop of precum spitting from his cocks’ slits.

His balls banged into the undersides of my breasts as he whipped in and out of the clasp of my tits. Muscles everywhere—his forearms, biceps, his pecs and shoulders—corded with inhuman strength.

I couldn’t catch my breath. Didn’t want to. Grasping his muscular haunches, his flexing ass in my hands, I urged him to use me harsh and fast. Desperate to taste him, I parted my mouth wider, aiming my pointed tongue at the twin fat heads emerging from my heated breasts.

“Yes. Suck that cockmeat.”

His guttural order made me mewl.

I yelped louder when he tangled his free hand in my hair, forcing my neck up off the bed so he could plunge one entire knob into my mouth on his next pass.

His masterful tit fucking had me on fire. My hips kept rocking, searching to be filled. My breasts felt engorged, my nipples zinging with pleasure.

Zane slowed for a moment. He leaned down to kiss me—a wild thrusting of his tongue inside my mouth—as his cocks slid in and out of the downy envelope I willingly, sensually provided him.

Then, untamed and unleashed, he sped up. A bestial roar parted his lips. He craned forward, thrusting sporadically.

He spewed torrents of cum all over me like a warm white waterfall, his seed ambrosia on my tongue.

I gathered his musky male essence on my fingertips, drawing it to my mouth. Sucking deeply of his cum, I watched as Zane’s eyes flashed. Unbelievably, his cocks thickened all over again, rising from his groin in potent male promise that made my insides clench.

He must’ve read the image in my mind, because he cut me an unwholesome grin before pushing me up the bed until his mouth hovered above my aching center.

With no warning, he cleaved my molten wet entrance with his tongue. Lifting my feet onto his broad shoulders, he made a muscle-bound sight between my thighs, but I could only watch for a few seconds before my head rolled back on my neck.

He was too good, too sexy, wildly eating me out.

He canted my hips up until my pelvis was a bowl and my liquid heat the fluid he drank. His fingers clamped down on my thighs, his tongue rasping hotly all around and into my swollen female flesh. He made noises of appreciation as he licked and swallowed. When he pinched my clit up from its little pouty hood between two calloused fingers, holding the tiny nub for slick lashes from his tongue as he pumped me full of thick fingers, I howled in release. Release that spun from the pleasure bud he licked to the tissue convulsing inside of me to the very soles of my feet.

He rose above me as breath whooshed in and out of my parted lips.

I gripped both his cocks as much as I could, but he knocked my hand away and tethered it to the bed beside my head.

“No,” he said in a thunderous undertone. “Now we fuck.”

My hips thrust up in need at his dark tone and his dirty look.

His free hand conjured a small amber-colored bottle, and he easily managed to empty a pool of oily liquid into his cupped palm.

Voice husky, he lowered the slithery hand along my belly and onto my greedy pussy. “This will help prepare your cunt for me.”

His crude words made me even hotter, licking fire all over my body.

“Am I not wet enough?” I was slick all the way down my thighs.

His eyes shone with a wicked gleam. “More than wet enough. But this’ll make it easier for you to take my girth.” He swiped his gleaming fingers down and into me with liquid thrusts. “Because I won’t be gentle. Not today. Not tonight. I can’t be. Not with you.”

Breath hitching, I writhed beneath his touch, struggling to keep my eyes open because I didn’t know if he intended to fuck me with both cocks, or if he . . .

“Ohhh . . .” I gasped.

Zane nudged the big crown of his lower cock against my hole. The slick kiss of male flesh to my aching female emptiness had me on edge already. I spread my legs wider. He pressed my hand into the furs harder. He aimed his glance between us, the top phallus stretched up above his belly as he began an ingress inside me that shredded all coherent thought from my brain.

An incendiary chill shimmered down my spine.

He pressed deeper, compelling my tight tunnel to spread and stretch and thoroughly, achingly, torturously accept the big blunt intrusion.

My hips bore up, and he finally let my wrist go. Unable to do anything but cling to him, I flung my arms around his shoulders, moaning deliriously as my pussy took every single long thick inch.

I cried out loudly when he withdrew. A lewd wet suction sound filled the room. My pussy pulled at his cock, desperate to keep him buried balls-deep inside.

But he left my body completely. I looked down to see his shiny veiny shaft an instant before he slammed back into me.

“Zane!” My fists pummeled his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to feel the impact.

He invaded me again and again with such savage thrusts, I’d have been pushed off the bed if not for his unyielding hands holding me in place beneath him. He utterly and completely destroyed my body with the most mind-blowing pleasure a male could deliver.

I shuddered from the impact, breasts bouncing.

He started growling, lips curling up off his teeth, eyes shards of gleaming gilt light almost like strobes that heated my body even more.

His second cock rubbed deliciously between us, drizzling precum that added to the lush wet warmth between our colliding bodies.

“Astrid!”

His nostrils flared. His neck corded. His embedded cock throbbed.

He palmed my ass to draw me up so I was completely impaled on his plowing dick.

A hoarse scream sheared from my lips seconds before his cock thumped heavily inside me. He swelled even more, and then his climax crashed against mine.

Great bolts of cum jetted from him, and I felt every single gout of hot seed splashing into my very depths.

Writhing as he held me locked against him, I yelled until my voice broke. I orgasmed as all the nerves stretched tight in my body finally unraveled.

Sweat covered both our bodies. Sweat and cum and lust.

But Zane wasn’t finished.

He said nothing as he pulled out, but he used his thumbs to spread my labia open. And when his seed began dripping from me, his growl became ten times more savage.

Flipping me to my knees, he pressed the back of my head until I rested my forehead on the bedding.

I looked beneath.

He lined up his second cock.

With no warning, he rammed me to the fullest depth. His strength, his length, his girth stole my breath again, but I rounded my hips. I kept driving back for more dick.

His hands roamed to my front, and he grasped my heavy breasts—the two handholds he used to pummel the juicy meaty cock inside me.

Every time he emptied one cock in me—through each of my climatic eruptions—he came back at me with the other phallus, filling me over and over again.

He was tireless.

Our arousal unbound.

Fucking one another with insatiable abandon.

In the end, after too many rounds of body-wracking, skin-sizzling, mind-boggling orgasms to count, we lay amid the wreck of the bedding. Our limbs tangled and twined together, as did our tongues.

I fell back, nestled against his side, blissfully well used and well loved.

“Now do you believe me when I say I’m unashamed?” Zane murmured against my hair that had dampened and dried and dampened again.

“Oh God yes.” Propping up on my elbows, I gave him a flirty smile that was so unlike me, but then I’d just been thoroughly ravaged by the man. “But feel free to prove it to me again anytime you want.”

An arrogant smile curved his mouth. “I fully intend to.”

****

Thankfully there were no interruptions that afternoon or through the night. Although I suppose if there had been, we probably wouldn’t have heard anything anyway, we were so completely caught up in one another.

We ate and drank and cleaned each other in the bath that was more like a small pool. Sluicing water over sleek skin, we splashed and played, and Zane had me twice more before he let me sleep.

A sense of tense urgency again settled over him the next morning. I assumed it had something to do with his bastard of an uncle, but I didn’t press the issue. Not even when he had me dressed in more formal garb, which immediately made me suspicious.

The gown was a flowing blue that matched my eyes, slightly less revealing than the one I’d worn the first night.

He wore his usual leather pants, cladding his chest in a metal plate with more detail than the one I’d seen him in before. The same with the gauntlets clasped over his thick forearms.

Brushing my hair back from my shoulders, Zane murmured in appreciation as he took me in. He pulled a blue jewel—as large as a baby’s fist and multifaceted—out of nowhere.

Behind me, his voice ghosted along my neck as he threaded the chain around my throat. “This is for my princess. The zlilue stone.”

His warm lips left a moist spot on my bare shoulder and sent shivers down my spine.

The twinkling jewel nestled in my cleavage, setting off the creamy flesh.

Pivoting me around, he looked as if he wanted to devour me once again, and I tingled between my legs in heady anticipation.

But there was a knock at the door, and then I heard Prairie’s shout from just beyond.

His hand settling low on my spine, Zane ushered me from the chamber. “We are expected.”

Outside, Prairie—glowing—X—scowling—and Magnar, Jedrek, and Dex waited.

Prairie tugged my hand into hers. “’Bout damn time. I was beginning to think Zane here had tied you to the bed.”

“That was last night,” I answered jauntily.

Prairie gurgled a laugh, and Zane looked down at me in surprise at my sudden brazenness.

Magnar wisely kept his mouth shut that time.

“Come.” Prairie pulled at me, and Dex and Jedrek—the two huge males—comically trailed her like puppy dogs more than guard dogs.

Both X and Zane grumbled at coming second place as the queen of Zenithia took me under her wing.

“Where are we going?” I asked the pretty redhead.

“To the arena.”

“What’s happening?”

“Meh. I don’t know exactly, but there’ll be loads of half-naked buff dudes on the training grounds.” She sent me a long wink.

I glanced back, and X and Zane wore identical peevish expressions.

I struggled to contain my laughter, keeping pace with Prairie.

“Heard you whupped ass on the boys’ asshole uncle yesterday. Nice one.” She ringed her arm through mine.