“Do you have your virginity now, Darla?”
“No,” she gasps, her body rattled in a quick rhythm by my frenzied movements.
“Why?” I demand. I want to hear a confirmation. In her sweet voice.
That I broke her little hymen.
She reaches up to grip the pillows, her pussy started to quicken around me, moistening in the extreme. Preparing for an orgasm. “A big whale took it,” she pouts.
My lusty roar can probably be heard clear to the bottom of the ocean.
She forces images into my head that shouldn’t turn me on, but they do.
I look down at Darla’s jiggling tits and imagine taking her like this in my other form. Mounting her in the murky blue of the ocean, my fins holding her captive beneath me. Impossible, I know. My sex would be the size of her entire body. But what if…
What if.
Would she let a whale between her legs as surely as she’s taking me now, her human? That naughty twinkle in her eye tells me she would. That she’d find a way to fit me, and I’d release my gallons of sperm inside of her, onto her. I’dsurroundher with it.
There are voices outside of the room.
The phone is ringing on the table beside the bed, but neither one of us pays those things any attention. Our eyes are locked on each other, the tempo of my hips picking up, my groans turning more animalistic, her mewls only tempting my balls to lose the battle with my need sooner. It’s coming.I’mcoming.
I’m on the verge of flooding my little human with sperm when a man stumbles into the room with a walkie talkie, his eyesrounding when they locate me and Darla on her bed, my cock smacking up between her thighs.
“People said…” He mops the sudden sweat from his brow. “They said it sounded like she was being killed in here. Miss, are you okay? He’s…he’shuge.”
“Oh,Daddy,” she moans, positioning her ankles on my shoulders. I’m not sure she’s even aware of this man’s presence—and she needn’t be. He is of no consequence compared to our mutual hunger. “Harder.Harder.I’m so close.”
I send a murderous glance the intruder’s way. “I’m pleasing my mate.Get out.”
The door slams a second later, and Darla peeks at the same time, her tiny ankles trembling on my shoulders, her fingers tearing at the pillows, tears coursing down her cheeks, bite marks bleeding on her bottom lip. She’s so beautiful and I’m so overcome with gratitude that she’s my mate, that she allows me to make love to her, that she smiles at me, that she cuddles with me, that she freely offers me her tight holes, I implode from happiness, spurting my lust and joy and pain into her with frantic pumps of my hips, my euphoric shout echoing off the ceiling.
“Darla!” I groan, my balls rippling, knots untying in my stomach. “Darla.Darla.”
We writhe our joined sexes together one more time, as if squeezing out the excess juice, then Darla goes limp. I drop down beside her, struggling for air. Struggling to believe that anything so perfect as this girl and her lovemaking exists.
And I try not to panic when she doesn’t move.
“I know you’re not dead, little human. You won’t fool me this time,” I assure Darla, gathering her light body on top of my chest in a limp sprawl.
That’s when I notice the blood. Right there on the white sheets.
“Darla!” I roar, shaking her.
My heart is liquefying.
No, please. No. Did I really kill her this time?
“Mmm?” she yawns, lifting her head and smiling at me drowsily.
I flatten backward into a puddle, my pulse sprinting a million miles an hour. “I thought you were dead again,” I wail.
“Nope.”
“Why are you bleeding?” I yell, feeling her body for injuries.
“You took my virginity. There’s a little bleeding involved, that’s all.”
