He set a rhythm. Long, deliberate strokes. Each thrust designed to maximize the sensation of those flanges moving inside me.
It was too much. It wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“Harder.”
His control cracked. The careful rhythm broke. He drove into me. Faster. Deeper. The stone was hard beneath me but I didn’t care.
Each thrust hit places that made me cry out. The flanges were relentless. Rippling. Flexing. Creating pleasure that built higher with each movement.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to feel you come around me.”
I slid my hand between us. Found where we were joined. Touched myself while he filled me again and again.
The combination was devastating. His cock. Those flanges. My own fingers. All of it together.
“That’s it,” he said. His voice was rough. Possessive. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm built. Higher. Sharper. Then it broke.
I came. Hard. My body clamping down around him. The flanges responded. Rippled faster. Prolonged everything.
I was crying out. His name. Incoherent sounds. I didn’t care.
He followed. His rhythm shattered completely. He drove into me. Deep. Desperate. Then he buried himself as far as he could go and I felt him pulse inside me. Felt the heat of his release.
“Mine,” he said against my throat. “You’re mine.”
He collapsed onto me. Breathing hard. His weight pressing me into the stone. His cock still buried inside me. Still reluctant to leave.
We lay there. Hearts pounding. Both of us shaking.
After a long moment, he lifted his head. Looked at me. Something vulnerable in his eyes.
“You didn’t claim me,” I said. My voice was hoarse.
“No.” He kissed me. Gentle this time.
He shifted. Started to withdraw.
“Wait,” I said. “Stay. Just for a moment.”
He settled back down. Still inside me. His weight comfortable. Safe.
“I can feel you,” I said. Still hard. The flanges still moving gently. “You’re still...”
“Vinduthi physiology.” His voice held amusement. “We don’t... soften as quickly as humans. Especially when we’re still inside someone we want.”
I clenched around him experimentally. The flanges responded. Flexed.
He groaned. “Careful.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll take you again.”
I looked up at him. His red eyes were dark. Already wanting me again despite what we’d just done.
“Show me,” I said.
