Page 38 of Finding Her Heart
Beyond understanding, her body ruled by peak after gasping peak, the change of pleasure to pain barely registered. The incredible sensation deepened when his end hit her cervix. Every pump of his hips spurted fluid from him. She kept a hand between them where she could feel their bodies becoming one. Her fingers were drenched in the sloppy mess of Doku-ni fucking her cunt. Not thinking, she brought the wet to her mouth, tasting. It was musky, salty, sweet, them together. Her eyes rolled at the addictive flavor. This was the taste, the drink she had been craving for days.
Pleased, he watched her lick her fingers. "Yes, Doku-ni-Anna. Take Doku-in inside of you. Take Doku-ni deep." He rammed his hips forward—his body stiffening into a plank as he reached his peak.
Like flipping a gear, he shifted Annabell onto another level, and pain spread out from her pelvis, rippling through her bones. Followed up by hot currents of pleasure. Annabell gushed cum all over his Orki shaft. Pelvis to pelvis now, he no longer moved back and forth with such frenzy. Leaning over with his arms around her, he locked them together. She could feel herself shivering around his cock. That cock of his grew bigger, filling all her empty spaces. The pain of it ringing high and lovely in melody with his soothing purr.
Connected to her, throbbing inside her, he twisted them so that she lay spread open on top of his body. Hands at her waist, moving his hips in sharp jabs, he groaned, his shape owning hers, marking Annabell with spurt after spurt of his cum.
"Yes, my Anna. Claim you, keep you, want you, my redress woman."
Weak and shivering on top of him while he kept spilling inside her, Annabell moaned. "Don't leave me. Don't leave me again. Promise. I can't take it now. I can't."
He was inside her, connected, fulfilling every daring hope. The sudden sharp fear this couldn't, wouldn't last, consumed her. The curse ate every one. They all left her. And this time she would die. She knew it.
"Forever, Doku-ni Anna. Forever." His hands soothed, hot and caressing, reassuring.
Annabell believed him. He was Orki. He would fulfill his promises. The knowledge of it made her restful. Floating in waves of humid pleasure, she couldn't hold on to consciousness. She gave up her body to him, his Orki heat bound to her human female, and slept.
The sickness let her take a brief, deep rest. But Annabell woke to discover that his cock was hard between them instead of inside of her. Immediately wanting it, she wiggled to get it back.
"Anna, drink water first." He pressed that damn pouch to her lips again.
She didn't want it. It smelled wrong. Transformed to a creature of instinct, all she wanted was her Orki. But he wouldn't change his mind. "Anna, drink water first."
"I will drink when I am thirsty." She turned her head away, working her hips, her hand fumbling around his length. Under the sliding skin, she felt subtle ridges. Not human, his cock confused her, sliding her hand up, exploring his shape, the tip of his shaft moved, opened—flaring at the edge.
"Does this open inside of me? Is this why you feel so big?"
"Anna, drink," he insisted, stopping her play. The heat of his palm opened over the back of her neck, claiming her attention.
His expression alone made her open and obey the command.
Water squirted into her mouth until she felt like she couldn't take anymore, not another drop. It sloshed inside her and made her feel sick. She would have complained, but he distracted her yet again, bucking his hips, letting her feel his shaft against her. Yes, that was what she needed. Him inside of her. Not only did uniting with him feel wonderful, but the closeness washed away her years of loneliness.
Uniting with him had cured her. Or perhaps it distracted her enough that nothing else mattered but achieving the pleasure-pain moment of extreme erotic intimacy. New definitions for intimacy, loving, pleasure reshaped her self-image, her ideas of relationship. He showed her how her body worked and the exchange possible between two people.
Laying on top of him, she opened her legs, moved herself back and forth against his cock, stimulating her clitoris. His hands gripped her bottom, keeping her close, choosing the rhythm. Annabell gave herself up to him and the fire between them. Sensing the instant she gave up trying to make him do what she wanted, he took over. One shift of his hips and he shoved home. Born to be an Orki war bride, Annabell surrendered to the service of his oversized cock. She couldn't imagine what the science of love-making looked like. But it worked. This worked. And it was the best thing to ever happen to Annabell Roe, the Woman of Woe. It felt like luck, joy, and blessing—never having to be alone again.
Their bodies moved in a sinuous dance, in the ache and appeasement of connection. With a slow wonder of loving hands and mouth, Doku-ni making sure Annabell knew he saw every part of her. He cupped her breasts, thumbed her nipples until they throbbed to the beat of his heart. From fierce to gentle and back again, he squeezed and caressed her bottom—fingers touching every part of her—nothing off-limits. Teaching the steps of the dance, he taught her to follow his lead.
Patience evaded any attempt Annable made to hold on to it. She wanted, was a creature of want. But he made her wait before taking her back to that moment where he swelled and locked them together. Desperately craving the mix of agony and glory he could give her, she begged for it.
He didn't disappoint. Slippery with the perspiration of her broken fever, they moved together seamlessly. A shift of his hips, and he angled them so that his shaft hit the hidden button inside of her. Annabell writhed. The first gate to bliss, she shimmered bright, burning with their intimacy and connection.
With that metal plate missing from his neck, he could speak. The sounds he created were more distinct. That deep rumbling growl of his set off vibrations and sensitized every nerve. It made her come every time he did it. And he talked to her while he moved her body on top of him. Told her what he wanted. "Open for Doku-ni. Spread legs wider. Sit up. Move hips. Mine. Anna is mine. I see you. I see you."
She obeyed every command and found herself sitting on top of him while his hands lifted her up and down on his cock—a pole between her legs. The position touched different places, hurt and felt good in different ways. White Eyes watched her every move, her expressions. He took and gave pleasure, taking her to her peak and holding her there, one intense moment into another. It was them together, him filling her up, sharing his essence, stretching her, and her taking everything he had.
Her cries became throaty grunts. She was an animal, a primal thing of want. Thickening inside of her, she knew another moment approached when her body would open and let the red tip of him into her darkest secrets.
"Take my seed, Annabell. Take me."
"Yes, please. Yes, please," she spoke mindlessly. Saying things over and over, all her boundaries broken. Anything to declare her feelings, to express her need to tie their souls together with thread in tight little stitches. Sew their hearts close, bind them, making separation impossible. A lifetime lived alone, unseen, not understood scarred wounds into her personality that this male healed with every caress. Doku-ni was her adventure and dreams come true.
Pain grew with pleasure—then they were there. Her body clamped down to hold him, his organ swelled to fill her, locking in two places. Squeezing hidden muscles around his shaft, she felt the moment he burst, his pleasure at its peak, spilling into her womb.
"Give me a baby. Give me a family!"
"Mine Anna," he said, wrapping himself around her. Keeping himself planted deep, he rolled to the side, legs bent, wrapped up in his arms and passion. Curling around her, he leaned in close, his mouth opening on her neck. She trembled as his tusks brushed against her skin. Drawing hot paths along the muscle of her shoulder with his tongue, the spikes of his teeth tested her flesh. The idea of him sinking his teeth into her neck, biting and marking her had her panting. More of that hurts-so-good pain only he could give her. Tipping her head to the side, she gave him access. "Please, yes, mark me. Bite me."
