DR. LAVENDER PROST
I could not believe that he was chasing me around the reconstruction building. It was very embarrassing for both of us. He was a General in command and he should not be seen groveling to a human female slave, yet here he was. It made me feel very good. It made me feel good to give him the same cold reaction that he gave me. I wanted him to know what it felt like. If he even truly cared and this was not some trick of his. Yet it still made me feel powerful to have this effect on him if it was real. When I first met him he was this scary towering warrior and now he was begging me to give him a few minutes of my time.
I went about my work that day with a skip in my step knowing that I had the ball in my court. I was now the one that was turning him down and that made me feel confident. Still I did miss him. I did not know what I wanted from him or what I expected. His words when he was drunk made sense to me, he was expected to be with a Kalazaron female. Of course that made sense to me, why would he not be with his own kind? I'm sure it was expected of him and his long family line as it was for any Kalazaron warrior. Those thoughts made my heart sink and I knew that we could never truly be together and it was best cut it off right now before I felt any more feelings for the arrogant ass.
That night I lay in my bed wishing that I would at least have another sex dream about him like I had when I first arrived. At least I could be with him in my dreams. I began to think about him and to touch myself. I pretended that my hand was his and soon I was on the brink of climax. My nipples were hard and my breathing was fast. I was so wet.
Then there was a knock at the door and I was shocked because it was very late. Perhaps there was some sort of emergency with an injured warrior.
"Yes?" I asked through the door. There was no response but the door opened and Ren stood in the doorway. He was breathing hard. And I knew that I would not be able to escape him this time. Not that I truly wanted too.
He strolled straight to me and maneuvered me into his arms immovably against his solid mid-section. His mouth grabbed mine and after that I went limp as I groaned and put my hands around his solid neck. I could no more control myself. "Ren… " I whispered his name in a winded way that stunned even me between the solid kisses. It was on the grounds that I was on the precarious edge of peak already when he walked in and his kissing was making me closer and nearer to accomplishing that. "What… what are you doing here?"
He didn't reply. Rather he pushed me onto my back and let his full body lay on top of mine. I could feel his hard cock as it pressed against and rubbed my very wet center. I groaned. I needed him. I needed him to take me. I needed him since the first occasion when I saw him. His kisses were profound and enthusiastic and I could taste the drink on him. I spread my legs separated and permitted his body to inspire nearer to mine. He groaned as I did as such and his hand went up to my bosom over the sheer material as he kneaded his thumb over my nipple. It felt so great that I groaned louder and louder while I slid my hands down his back. He pulled far from my mouth and looked down at me stopping for a moment. At that point he moved his hand over my hair and my forehead permitting his hand to trail down my cheek, my lips, down my neck to my mid-section.
"You are a beauty Lavender," he whispered as his look followed his hand down until his hand was on my thigh and on the stitch of the robe. He took a look at me as he took it in his grasp as he said, "Don't escape like last time. I require you."
I grinned a little smile, as I was so apprehensive and shaking in light of the fact that I could not stop him. I wanted this badly. At that point he pulled the nightdress up gradually permitting his knuckles to touch my skin as it went up my thigh, over my hips, my stomach, my bosoms lastly over my head. He tossed the material and afterward climbed to his knees. He took a look at me as I lay there, delicate and powerless. His eyes moved from my face the distance down to my toes and he went down once more. "No other warrior will have this. This is mine," he said as he moved rapidly over my body and kissed me hard. His words found caught me off guard as did his kiss. What did he mean by that announcement? I needed to ask him however his fingers on my wet center immediately occupied me other thoughts.
"Yes!" I yelled into his mouth. It felt so great to have his hands on me in that spot.
"You're now so wet," he whispered between kisses. I wouldn't let him know that I had been touching myself thinking about him before he entered. At that point exactly when I thought I was going to detonate and pressed my face into his solid shoulder he stopped. He moved away and sat on the edge of the bed. I was frustrated. He moved to the edge of the bed to remove his boots. At that point he stood up and confronted me. His eyes never left mine as he pulled off his clothing. His solid shoulders formed into a solid mid-section softly secured with hard well defined abs. My mouth fell open as I took a look at him. Then he pulled on the belt around his kilt like leather and let the substantial thing tumble to the ground. Now he remained before me exposed and I gasped yet again. His masculinity was long and hard standing straight up. It was smooth and pink and I yearned to put my mouth on it. I bit my lower lip in expectation of having it in my mouth. He angled an eyebrow at me and asked, "Would you say you are sure about this?"
"Yes."
I cut him off before he could complete his sentence. slithered back and top of me. His lips met mine in a profound kiss. I felt the strain between my legs. He was pushing gradually. I opened my thighs more extensive and he moved inch by inch within me. He groaned and tossed his head back as he entered further. I pushed my face against his enormous mid-section and marginally bit down on his flesh.
"Are you all right?" he whispered as he pulled my face from his mid-section and sought my eyes.
"Yes, I suspect as much," I said with wide eyes. At that point he moved in more profound, I was stunned that there was still a greater amount of him entering me.