He tugged at her nipples and rubbed them in quick circles, his head bowed, watching them. She grasped his wrists to keep her seated on his bulge. Aldora squirmed as the pressure became uncomfortable, and the pawing became obsessive, demanding, and raw. She pulled back, but was stilled by his growl. Not even the young men she had slept with in Thetras acted so consumed with her body, so intent on possessing it. A sliver of fear coursed through her.
Vedikus isn’t human.
His eyes met hers with a demonic smile. His horns glinted green from the low light. “I will not want to share your mother’s milk with our offspring.”
She pursed her lips but was attacked again by his. They beat her back and sucked on her own and she winced from the pain. Vedikus drew back to soften the blow, licking the hurt away. Aldora squeezed his wrists.
His mouth drew away from hers, trailing down her neck to flick his tongue over the tips of her nipples. His tongue was larger, rougher, with a slight sandpaper effect to accompany its wetness, and the abraded feel of it left her hungering for more, for it to continue its trail past her breasts. He tongued her nipples, easing the soreness from his fingers. Aldora arched into his mouth. He sucked and pulled, sending her body dancing upward seeking relief.
She grabbed his horns and tensed for the onslaught. His hand grasped the front of her pants and pulled, drawing her into him until she heard the snap of the seams rip and the release of the cloth. She gasped and pushed back. “My only clothes,” she murmured, finding it hard to exhale.
“You’ll wear me, female,” he grunted, tearing off what was left of her clothing and bringing it to his face. He buried his nose in it. Aldora let go of him and covered her breasts, unsure of her nudity.
She watched as his gaze met hers over her ruined coverings. “We can’t stay here forever.”
Vedikus didn’t answer as he breathed in the scent of her clothes, making her nervous. His muscles strained, hardening before her eyes. His bulge shifted where she sat on it, swelling as his body grew. The change wasn’t subtle, it was the same as when he fought, and each second that it continued, it built. Her chest tightened and her brow furrowed. She shifted away slightly, feeling the need to distance herself from him, but the moment she moved, he dropped her clothes and pressed her back into the stone floor.
Her world spun as she was rolled over, pawed at, and she was shocked by how much smaller she was to him. His hands raised her hips off the ground, and Aldora flattened her palms out in front of her, bracing herself.
She felt the sting of his cock press heavily at her opening where it slipped across her exposed sex. It was wet, wetter than just her own essence leaking out of her, and she stiffened wondering what it was.
“Wait!” she cried, but it came out too late. She released a shriek that ended on a long, pained moan. He slammed into her, sending her body forward. Everything went black as she was stretched forcibly, brutally, harder than any time before.
He grabbed her hair and raised her cheek from the floor. “If you do not mount me, I will mount you, female. Do not presume that I will beg,” he snarled, pounding her hips into the ground.
She didn’t get a chance to adjust to him, didn’t have a moment to ease into his possession as dirt coated her lips. She had never had a chance. From their first meeting to being thrown over the wall, there had never been any ease of transition.
She came out stronger for it in the end.
Aldora relaxed as much as she could and accepted his ferocity, giving herself over to it and letting it fill her up. Her nails raked across the stone floor, catching a small trail of dust beneath their beds. Her lips kissed the ground as his legs hit the back of hers. They were velvet and slightly rough, the hair that thickened across them at once soft and coarse. Like fur.
She lifted her front off the stone that abraded her skin and onto her forearms, shuddering as she was rammed forward and then yanked back, each happening in rapid succession but with changing momentum. His large, torn hands grasped her waist and kept her in place.
“Please,” she gasped, finding strands of her tangled hair plastered to her face, distorting the room. Vedikus squeezed her middle and she dipped her head. His bull’s cock stretched her sex and filled her to the brink, forcing her to take more. She cried out.
Her core tightened, and her back was blasted with a gust of hot air. Aldora pressed her forehead into the floor and it scrapped for several thrusts before she picked herself up again and reached between her thighs.
The grunts coming from behind built, arching her lower half up and down quickly off the floor. There were jolts of pain but they lessened with each pump of his hips. Aldora found the strength to press back and meet his next thrust, finding his cock growing increasingly slippery. That slick spread to dribble down her legs and between their rocking hips, speeding up their movements.
Her knees knocked the floor.
Aldora strummed her clit and dared to look over her shoulder, through the strands of her hair.
Vedikus reared up, his head bowed, his gleaming green-lit horns aimed at her head. He leered at where their bodies met, staring at where his cock stabbed her. Heat pooled her sex.I’m finally filled with him.She dug her nails into the ground and tried to hold herself up. Vedikus’s mouth lowered into a sneer just as she was shunted forward.
A roar echoed off the walls.
Aldora dropped to the ground and she felt the heavy weight of his body shell her own, ramming in quick, short thrusts. More grunts were strangled out, and a moan left her lips as Vedikus filled her with seed. It gushed from his cock, out of her sex, and pooled down her thighs.
She thought she could smell it, was almost able to convince herself that she had. It was salty and raw.
Time passed and his shallow ramming continued, his breaths fanned the back of her head. She squirmed, uncomfortable beneath him as she was forced to take even more of his spurts. Aldora shivered and tapped at her clit, moving weakly in the small space she had and found her own bliss. She found it again as his bull’s head rubbed endlessly against a pleasurable spot inside her, milking more contractions from her sex. What had started out as a frenzy turned into an obsessive need to take pleasure from each other without giving any back.
She danced under him, her body writhing, seeking more.
“Vedikus...” It was a long-winded, charged moan between spasms. “W-what’s happening?”
A thick arm snaked between her and the floor, picking her up and moving her until she straddled his lap. She slid down his length, his prick spreading her wider. Aldora winced. Her palms moved up his arms, over his thick neck to cup his face. The soles of her feet touched the hard plates of his hooves and she wiggled her toes against the strangeness of him.
