Chapter Twelve

 

 

The first thrust of his huge cock into my pussy steals my breath.

I lean down on my forearms and grip the covers, needing something to hold while he sets a quick tempo of deep strokes into my aching center. I moan at the sensation of his heavy balls hitting my pulsing clit. It only takes seconds for my orgasm to approach, but I try to abstain from coming right away because I’m not sure if he will approve. During our previous times together, he has ordered me to come when it pleases him.

Mercifully, he seems to sense my budding frustration, because he says, “You can come whenever you wish, Laylah, and as many times as you wish.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me, each rapid drive pushing me closer to the precipice of a sweet release.

Dark spots dot my vision and I shut my eyes, only for a burst of white to appear as a hard, almost violent, orgasm rips through me, leaving me gasping and spent of all energy. I struggle to remain in place while Kenan continues his fast thrusts.

“Such a good little girl you are, for taking all of my cock like this.”

Again, I melt under his praising tone. I like pleasing him, more than I ought to.

Still keeping one hand on my hip, he grasps my hair and tugs, forcing my back to arch further and allowing his plunges to deepen. A second orgasm builds, and I’m helpless to stop it from sweeping me under. If he hadn’t given me permission to come, I would have probably disobeyed him twice already.

I’m a captive to the pleasure he’s inflicting upon me, the forceful thrusts that send heated tingles through my weakened limbs. I’m drowning in ecstasy, but I can’t honestly say I want to be rescued. I’m content to remain underneath him, my bottom high in the air while he claims what will always be his for the taking.

His deep growls echo in the room, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh grows louder. He’s going to come soon; I can feel it. His cock is swelling larger inside me and his balls feel heavier with each slam against my clit.

A third release pummels through me, and I clutch the covers in desperation. Surely, I’m going to collapse at any moment. I rest my cheek against the sheets and summon the last of my strength to keep my knees in place and my bottom lifted high for Kenan’s rough mating.

Then he erupts inside me, half-groaning, half-growling, as his warm seed shoots into the depths of my core. His harsh breaths tickle the back of my neck.

“Remember that you are to remain here, like this, until you have permission to move, little human.”

“Yes, Kenan,” I say, barely a whisper.

He withdraws from my center, and seconds later the first trickles of his cum escaping my pussy hits my inner thighs. A wave of heat courses through my body. I peek beneath my arms to see he’s staring at my privates, at the very moment his seed is leaking from me. As high as my bottom is lifted, I know he has an unhindered view of my asshole too. The cool breeze drifts inside to caress that particular part of me, reminding me of the exposure and I once again feel the involuntary clenching and unclenching of that secret pucker.

“Three orgasms, Laylah. That’s quite impressive.”

I hide my flushing face in the covers. My knees wobble on the mattress and I wonder how long he’s going to force me to endure this torment. I’m aware of each trickle of his semen escaping my pussy.

He touches my leg and smears his seed across my flesh. Then he dips into my core and smooths a drop of his cum upward, directly on my quivering anus. His satisfied groan resounds in the room, and despite myself, I actually lean into his touch.

“I must confess, little human, I like seeing my cum gleaming atop this cute puckering hole of yours.”

Spasms of heat besiege my sore pussy. I can’t believe the effect his words and his touch have on me. He continues tormenting me for several minutes, gliding more of his semen over my asshole, but to my relief, he doesn’t push a finger inside.

“You pussy is dark pink, swollen, and glistening with a mixture of your arousal and my cum. I think I’ll aim to keep you looking this way always—well-fucked and dripping with my seed.”

A shuddering gasp leaves me. Oh my God. His crass words alone are going to propel me into a fourth orgasm. I try to shut my brain off, but it doesn’t work. He’s created an incessant throb in my core that only he can quench. I lift my hips against his hand and whimper, pleading for his help. I’m exhausted and want nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep in his arms, but how could I possibly drift off until my needs have been sated? I didn’t think having two, let alone three, orgasms during one lovemaking session was possible, yet here I am begging for him to grant me a fourth release.

“Do you have any idea how largely swollen your clit is, Laylah?” His words are strained, threaded with a dark but sexy growl.

“I-I can’t help it,” I say, flushing hot all over.

“Do you want to come again?”

“I…” I should say no, but I’m not sure I have the strength to refuse the pleasure he’s possibly offering.

“Answer the question and be honest. Do you want to come again, little human?”

“Y-yes, Kenan. Very badly.”

Before I can inhale another breath, his mouth descends to my throbbing clit. He circles my engorged nubbin with precise movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure. I lift my bottom even higher to give him better access. He feasts on me, and I surrender to the building euphoria of his tongue lashing on my most sensitive spot. Gyrating my hips in tune with the steady motion of his tongue, I cry out and shatter into a million pieces, panting hard and trying desperately not to collapse on the bed.

I feel him withdraw from my center, and then he lifts me in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. I rest my head against his sweat drenched chest, reveling in his maleness and smiling in contentment—because I know he’s carried me in here to take care of me.

There’s a huge bathtub across from the shower, and he props me on his knee while he fills the tub with steaming water. He tosses a cube of soap in that instantly makes the water bubbly. I’ve taken showers with Kenan before, but never a bath, and I hope he joins me. I want nothing more than to lean against him in the warm water and listen to the steady beating of his heart.

When the tub is full, he shuts the water off and rises with me still in his arms, then he steps into the bath and sinks down with me in his lap. I curl into him, relishing the feel of the soothing warm water and his strong embrace. Will I ever become accustomed to the ways of his people? I think of Helena’s mate teaching English to Kleaxian males and wonder if perhaps the presence of human females will have a lasting effect on the culture of Tallia. Maybe if we both meet in the middle and strive to understand one another, our two cultures can meld together, rather than the Kleaxians forcing all human females to bend completely to their ways.

Kenan rubs my back and murmurs in my ear, uttering what I hope are heartfelt phrases in his own tongue. I hang on every syllable, intoxicated by his deep rumbling voice. His tone is always more guttural and savage sounding when he’s speaking his own language.

After we rest in the water for several minutes, he begins running a soapy cloth over every inch of my body. As he washes me, his eyes gleam with the tenderness I’ve come to crave more and more. Does he love me? I think he must, in his own way, but I don’t dare ask. Even if he utters those three words, I’m not sure what I would do with them, or how I would respond. My heart is softening to you, Kenan, though I wish it weren’t so, is the most honest reply I could offer.

Once we’re both clean and dried off, we don robes and he leads me down the hall, to the steep staircase that ascends to the roof. I’ve been there before during the daytime, when I’ve gone exploring on my own, but never during the full brilliance of a clear Tallian night.

He directs me to peer over the forest far behind his house, and I gasp at the incredible sight of huge blinking orbs sailing over the trees.

“Are those bugs?” Even from this distance, I can tell they are larger than fireflies. Perhaps as large as bats, but glowing pink and white.

“Yes, very big bugs. Harmless, though. They are called teasnin yerlosis, which translates to watchers of the night. It is said they bring good luck to all who wish upon them.”

“Like shooting stars,” I say, in awe of the sea of lights floating above the vast forest.

“What?”

“On Earth, it’s considered good luck to make a wish upon a shooting star. Or upon the first star you see at night.” But I’d learned at a young age that wishing on stars was nothing but superstition. Wishing on a star never brought my grandmother back. Wishing on a star never made my mother stop crying after my brother died.

“Did the Kleaxian’s planet of origin have such bugs?”

He nods and draws me closer, and I welcome the warmth of his huge body next to mine, chasing away the cool breeze. “We brought several species native to Kleaxia with us on our journey to Tallia, including the teasnin yerlosis.”

“Oh. What other kinds of species did you bring to Tallia?”

“The blue birds you probably saw flying overhead while we were on the lake. Those are called teasnin ghelosst, or watchers of the water. We also brought several varieties of fish. We don’t typically eat creatures that roam the forests and prefer species from the lakes and oceans, as I’m sure you’ve surmised from the meals served each day.”

“That surprises me.” At his confused look, I continue, “As fierce and strong a people as Kleaxians are, I am rather shocked you don’t hunt bears or large cats in the forests for meat. On Earth, hunting has remained a popular sport for thousands of years. Even though most humans don’t need to hunt for survival, many do so because they enjoy it. Some eat the meat from their kill, while others simply go trophy hunting.”

The moonlight illuminates his ruggedly handsome face. My neck hurts from always staring up at him, but I can’t look away. “If it came to survival, Kleaxians would have no problem hunting bears or large cats for food, however fish and other sea and lake creatures are more nutritious and more easy metabolized by our bodies.”

“Ah, I suppose that makes sense,” I reply quietly, then lower my head to relieve the ache in my neck. “Thank you for showing me the watchers of the night. This view, it’s breathtaking.”

“It’s my pleasure, Laylah. I should have showed you sooner.”

I stare at the incredible scene that’s spread out before me, the two full moons of Tallia in all their glory, the stars glimmering like diamonds strewn across the clear black sky, and the enchanting flashes of pink and white orbs over the trees that appears to stretch for miles and miles.

Then I do something I’d sworn I would never do again.

I make a wish. But not on a star—I make a wish on the closest watcher of the night I see.