“Let me see you,” she asked hoarsely.
“I’m here.” Netto’s teeth snapped. Rylie squeaked, she jerked back and seated herself further.
Sweat coated her brow and dripped between her breasts. They both needed more but were too afraid to take it.
“No. Shift your face. I want to see...You. Every part of you.” She hoped she wasn’t asking too much. And to encourage him, bounced a little faster on his dick. Except, now, he kept stroking her g-spot and she briefly forgot what she’d been asking for.
His head expanded and his mouth widened, his nose breaking open to reveal plates of metal that shifted and attached together until the top half of his face thrust out into a steely blue snout. She drew back but continued to ride him to make room for his animal.
Netto leaned forward and his eyes went grey. A cold grey, very unlike the heated look he had a moment ago. Rylie ran the tips of her fingers over his smooth, enlarged head. A shark’s head. A carnivorous beast from Earth. She moaned and picked up her tempo. She didn’t think she could be turned on even more but as gills opened up to line a neck that was no longer there, all she could think about was claiming him. Taking control of him with her pussy.
His hands left her breasts to hold her hips. She cupped his head behind his mouth and slammed her body down, taking him fully into her with a shriek. There was a great deal of pain but it was gone quickly in the building ecstasy. Netto’s heavy breath hit her face.
Rylie took him into her, pumping up and down until he took over, his grip tight. He was too much, too large, her body too new, too amateur for this but it only made her desire it—desire him—more. A thousand fantasies exorcised from her mind.
Their skin slapped, the cream and essence between them slurped, the smell made her nostrils flare. The serum continued to help her stretch to his size, each smack and thrust becoming easier and easier. She was broken and renewed at the same time. Rylie threw her head back as he used her, pumping her over him in a frenzy as her fingers threaded into his plated gills.
They used each other, and what had begun slow, quickly became fast and frenetic. She couldn’t discern one feeling from the next.
His snout rubbed against the side of her face with each bounce. She was dangerously close to his double-layered teeth. Rylie broke the skin of his shoulders as she held on. Netto’s mouth snapped closed with a pained snarl.
She leaned into his chest and his hands tightened their grasp on her skin.Bruises.She was sure to have bruises. His seed ejected into her, filling her up, burning hot against the cold lube. His bulge pulsed uncomfortably as it pumped stream after stream of cum into her.
Her eyes widened. It didn’t stop.Oh...damn. I’m never gonna be able to get off him.The mess they would make when the torrent of his cum poured down her thighs was one she didn’t want to deal with.
“Use me,” he grated. “I can’t...”
Rylie knew what he meant. She rocked her hips and rode him, adjusting to find her sweet spot until the pressure rebuilt within her core. Netto remained hard-as-rock for her but his body was limp. It wasn’t long before she found her pleasure.
When it was over, she settled her bruised and deliciously satisfied body against his. He shifted back to normal but she hadn’t watched, too tired to lift away from him. The small blanket that had fallen was suddenly around her shoulders. Everything became quiet and dark, the subtle lapping sounds of the ocean below the only true sound around them.
If anyone were to stumble from below and ascended to the top deck, they wouldn’t know that she and Netto were there. He kept her warm against the breeze and she kept him trapped with her body.
Rylie was happy, relaxed; she didn’t want the night to end.This must be what contentment feels like.
“Thank you,” she breathed against his chest.
“Thank you, too.”
“Can we do it again?”
“Have we stopped?” He chuckled and his dick jerked inside her.
“No.” Rylie smiled. “I guess not. I don’t think the next time will be as difficult.”
“I did promise.”
Rylie remembered. “Yes. Whatever I want...”
She didn’t find sleep in his arms but she did find pleasure and safety.
Netto kept his word.
