I HAD NO TIME TO get my bearings. My orgasm had barely receded and Vair was already standing behind me, his thick girth pressing steadily into my slick channel despite the residual contractions working against him.
My legs were shaking so badly they would no longer support my weight. The wall restraints and Vair were holding me upright—his big hands wrapped around my waist, his strong thighs pressed against the backs of mine as he drove his full length to the limit inside me.
A noise that was a cross between a grunt and a gratified scream escaped me when he bumped up against my cervix.
He felt bigger than I remembered. Huge despite how wet I was from my orgasm and the fluid still rushing to lubricate my sex for his entry.
But this was no mere entry.
It felt like primal possession—a deep and all-consuming invasion—as his fingers tightened around my waist to the point of discomfort.
A growl of contentment reverberated from his chest. I felt it resonate through me from the bottom of my toes to the tips of my imprisoned fingers. And I knew …
This was a claiming.
Any slim doubt I held of that fact was eradicated the moment he began to move. Plunging to the hilt with every thrust, his strokes were controlled, and yet brutal—at once tender and ruthless in the way that he rammed deep—filling me to the point of distress even as gentle fingers continued to coax my slick bundle of nerves, his words of praise encouraging me to take more—to accept all of him.
He began spouting nonsense behind me, saying I belonged to him, that I was made for him. Assuring me that I would mold to him—that my body was meant to accept his inside of it for all eternity.
I knew that he was serious. Instinctively, I sensed that this was not standard K pillow talk or hyperbole he was engaging in when he promised that he was keeping me this time—that he intended to fuck me like this forever.
The realization of that fact wasn’t something I could logically define. It was a deeper awareness—a visceral knowing. Something I felt in the thrust and drag of his cock as he filled places inside me no man had ever reached before. In the warmth that expanded within my chest as I sensed how much he wanted me—needed me—with him.
It was terrifying and wonderful.
Intoxicating and sobering.
But mostly, I was ill-prepared to process such complicated, dichotomous emotions while restrained and getting plowed from behind, watching an alien orgy in the basement of an x-club.
So I pushed it aside, chalked it up to my faulty intuition, disconnected and isolated it within the gray matter of my mind for further evaluation at a later time.
It was just sex.
Kinky, hot-as-fuck, earth-shattering blackmail sex.
There was no need to delve into unwelcome, confusing emotions, to try and discern the meaning of Vair’s words or fathom any deeper intentions he held beyond fucking me into oblivion when my whole body was taut with tension, my sex keyed up and primed for an explosion I was helpless to contain.
I was emitting primitive keening noises and panted grunts in time to the slapping sound of Vair’s balls against my ass. Shouting things that were nonsensical. My pussy had never felt so used and so treasured.
And every single K in the divided room was getting off on the collective anticipation of my next orgasm. I’d somehow managed to upstage a gorgeous soap star for their attention.
The knowledge that they knew from the noises we were making just how well and good I was getting fucked on the opposite side of the mirror as Vair made up for lost time, was hotter than it should’ve been to me.
The realization of how much I was enjoying this whole scene disturbed me greatly. But not enough to stave off my swiftly approaching freight train of an orgasm.
“That’s it, darling. Let it out. Show me who you really are.”
I shattered.
Violently.
Squeezing around the biggest cock I knew I would ever have inside me, I felt the contractions deep in my womb—stronger than I’d ever felt them before. My inner muscles fluttered and squeezed, fluttered and locked, wave after wave milking and claiming Vair right back—demanding his capitulation.
Shackled to a scary, animated wall in the bowels of an alien sex club, bent over and getting fucked harder than I’d ever been in my life, I felt like anything but a victim as Vair’s strokes became short and punishing, his breaths ragged, his Krinar curse words disjointed and loud.
I suddenly felt like I was the savage predator—the dominant, conquering species holding Vair and every other K in the room captive and at my mercy as my orgasm tore Vair’s from him, sucking every drop of his essence and virility from his powerful alien body and taking it deep within my womb … where I wanted it to belong.