Page 37 of Finding Her Heart
His growl had enough effect on its own, but he added the powerful yet tender hold on her throat and his addictive scent to the mix anyhow. Combined with her stuffed womb and those fresh bits of bliss, he sent her into rapture.
She bucked in his lap, spilling cum all over him, while one hand held her in itsgraspand the othersqueezed herheavy breasts. He spoke in reverent tones, his common words clear but scratchy. "Anna is light, soft, beauty."
When his throat-hold loosened, she sucked in a breath. His hand there had a direct tie to her womanhood. Every time his palm tightened, her core tightened with it, squeezing in response. Under his control, the sweet fruit in her passage moved, provoking that spot, agitating, sending her soaring. He held her there a moment. Let her breathe. Showed her who they would be together.
There was no one else in the world. Nothing else mattered but this. He tightened his grip again, taking away her ability to breathe until she grew dizzy. His white eyes searched hers, making her wait before giving air back again, with a rushing wave of gasping and clenching.
When he let her breathe again, she still twitched, control over her muscles and nerves lost, Annabell sagged in his hand. She hummed drunkenly, her breath slowing. Doku-ni brought her close enough to kiss the tears on her cheeks. He soothed her until the air moved easy in her lungs and the violence of her passion calmed.
Between her legs again, he smeared through her wetness, painting her thighs and belly and nipples with it. Annabell sighed, drained of energy, her mind full of this male. She wanted to speak, but her mouth refused to shape words.
Some of her mad urgency satisfied, she relaxed as he explored her shape, her textures, sliding his fingers through her folds. His metal plate removed, his sounds and tones were clearer, longer. One of his slow, long growls worked her body over like a lash, forcing feeding her more pleasure and more slick, leading her places she didn't know she wanted to go.
"Doku-ni. Doku-ni, Undroo-orki-ur-Doku-ni." The Orkish words were a moan, suddenly there from her memory. I see you, I belong to you. We are one.
"Mine. I see you. I see you, Anna-Doku-nini-orki-ror-es. Doku-ni take treasure, Doku-ni take redress. Doku-ni take bride. Anna mine." A finger inside of her, he pushed at the fruits, rolling them. They moved against that spot, zapping her spine in helpless, luxurious pleasure. Eyes watering, face hot—she was at his mercy. Unable to speak, she took what he gave.
When he brought his hand back from between her legs, two of the orange-colored fruits rolled in his palm, dripping with her essence. While she watched, one by one, he licked them clean with the point of his tongue. The sight was filthy and decadent—an attack against idea after idea about who she was and the things she thought she wanted.
An attack he won. Because now she understood this sharing. He wanted her. He delighted in her. Her taste, her body, her flavors were all delicious to him. Still over his lap, two by two, he cleared her of what he had filled her with, making her watch as he licked each fruit clean and ate them.
Chapter 12
No Room For Woe
Emptied, Annabell immediately wanted to be filled again. Her vagina pulsated with want—it was time for his cock.
She tightened her legs around his waist, reaching for the length of his cock, impatient. It was bigger and differently shaped than any cock she had chanced to glance. The club of it filled her palm. Alive and vital in her hands, she knew he was too big for her body and didn't care.
But her Orki directed what happened between them, not Annabell. He set the pace. Moving Annabell's groping hands away, he took control, opening his legs underneath her and changing positions.
Annabell found herself on her back, looking up. "Please. I need this. Need you. I have waited so long."
"Doku-ni wait longer." With her legs up against his chest, he fit them together, his hands under her bottom lifting her to accommodate their height difference. He slid his cock into her crevice again. She wanted to move, feel the delicious back-and-forth slide. Trapped under him by the mass of his bulk and power, she only maintained control over her innermost hidden muscles.
When he lifted himself on his arms, tilting to look at where they would connect with each other, he murmured, awe in his voice, "Mine. All Doku-ni Anna Orki."
Annabell wanted to see too. The Orki's pubic area was hairless, and heavy testicles dangled beneath his shaft/ The words burst out of her, "You’re bigger than the bull."
He grunted. "Anna is redress. She drinks the milk, ready for Doku-ni."
White at the bulging base, flushing to pink, the spear-shaped head of his cock was obscenely red, dripping with milky fluid. He sawed it between the gaping swell of her sex. Her view of them together was beautifully, intimately lewd. "Anna is ready for Doku-ni, please."
With a shift of his hips, he entered her with the tip. Annabell reared back, grappling at his arms, a gasp caught in her throat. Waves of emotion swamped her while he pumped the head of his shaft in and out of her opening, forging their connection, making her his. This transformed her, redefined her, now a different person in a different body, recreated, desired, and wanted.
Surrendering to him, her ankles near his shoulders, he pushed in and out of her body, and she howled her delight at being an Orki war bride.
"In, in, in, in," she cried out with every push. Why didn't he just tear through her, sink up to his root, and possess her? Why did he wait? Every move built her want, summoned liquid, tested her enlarged clit. She reached between them, touching herself, her fingers sinking into the soft wet to find that erect bit of pleasure. In response to her own fingers, energy shimmered through her limbs, a driving arch of lust bursting in stars behind her eyelids.
"Yes, Doku-ni Anna. Touch for Doku-ni. Undroo-orki-ur-Doku-ni. Bring Anna's heat. Now. Do it now." The velvet hammer of his growl twisted through his words. She didn't process what he said as much as the sound and demand.
"Do it now," he commanded.
It was enough to set her core off, a spasm rolling through her in a hard wave
He shoved himself inside of her—burning, stretching hurt, pulling at his push, squeezing erratic beats around his possession. Nothing would stop this male from completing the mating. Her muscles and organs responded to that growl of his, to the viscous milk from his cock, opening her center with a direct line to her emotions.
Annabell felt the silk of his skin, their essence blending with each thrust. In, in, in, deeper and deeper with every movement. Lifting her higher, he found the one spot inside of her that sent her over, flying every time he touched it. Wet against wet, flesh against flesh; he rubbed and tormented her with every thrust.
