Zeph seized her hands when his huge erection popped out between them. She gazed down at the overly-thick bulge in the middle of his cock and the ridges that almost seemed like straining veins running all the way to the tip. Her legs pressed into the sides of his thighs as she attempted to alleviate the sudden emptiness growing within her.
A bead of precum pooled out of his tip, and the salty musk of him filled her nostrils. Her mouth watered.
Janet tried to tug her hands free from his hold. “Let go.”
“I’m right here this time,” he said, drawing her eyes back to his face.
“I know.”
He squeezed her hands. “There’s no one else but me… All of me.”
Janet narrowed her eyes but nodded. “I want all of you.”
Something flashed in Zeph’s gaze that she didn’t understand, but it tightened her throat and filled her chest with curiosity. He was trying to tell her something, something important, something she couldn’t quite grasp because of all the secrets he held, but she understood the gravity.
She pressed her brow to his. “All of you, no conditions, Cyborg.”
He released her hands. Janet cradled his face before moving her hands down his neck to squeeze his shoulders and smooth her palms over his chest. They stopped there for a moment, over the place his human heart would’ve been. Finally, she dropped them to the growing shadows below and grasped his cock.
His song roared.
She ran her palms up and down his length, worshipping him. A glint caught the corner of her eye as he raised his hands and extended his claws. She leaned back and exposed her mostly-naked body to him as he carefully cut the straps of her panties. He hooked his nail into the scrap and brought the ruined material to his nose, inhaling her scent.
Her breath hitched, her eyes widened, and she could’ve sworn she felt her sex cry when he shuddered, losing himself in them. It was so dirty, so blatant, that her mouth filled with saliva. Then he tilted his head back and shifted his jaw into a reptilian snout, leaving his scalp like that of a man’s, making him nothing but her monstrous amalgamation and swallowed them whole. His throat moved and then her panties were no more.
Janet’s grip on his cock loosened with shock.
“You just ate my underwear…”
Zeph’s face shifted back to normal. “Is that a deal breaker?”
“I don’t fucking know!”
“Well, it’s too late to change your mind.” He cackled, almost gleefully thrilled, and recaptured her mouth.
Janet moved forward, angling her legs until her sex was against his. She lost her grip on his cock and grabbed the seat behind him. It lowered back, almost by will, as he swallowed her breaths and ravaged her mouth. She should’ve been afraid he’d shift his face again mid-kiss, but she knew he’d never hurt her.
And maybe, just maybe, she’d like a little pain.
He yanked her hips into the air and spread his legs, forcing hers to open wider as well, and brushing the thick head of his dick hard over her clit, making the tendons in her legs twitch erratically. Janet gasped into his mouth from the sensation and sank her teeth into his tongue, stopping him from licking the roof of her mouth.
Zeph’s shaft slipped and vibrated, teasing the cluster of nerves at the crux of her legs and making her strength wilt.He’s winning.
That meant she was winning by association.
Janet growled and jerked forward on his cock, pressing down on his shaft, taking him into her. Her clit continued to pulse with its brief release as she sank down on him. She refused to give him full control.
He grunted and chanted her name over and over again, singing it over her reddened, bruised lips. Janet flipped her head back and pressed her chest against his as he hooked his hands under her straining thighs and claimed every inch of her pussy. She moved over him in quick, confined thrusts while he kept the pressure off her knees.
The heat from their bodies threatened to suffocate her as they thrust and worked in quick movements against each other. She’d never felt so full and so filled in her life, wincing from each bounce up and down his shaft. The thick bulge of his shaft pushed in and out of her, rubbing her g-spot with each new penetration. Each sharp twinge of pain ended in a rush of pleasure, and she twisted her head to the side, inhaling heavily to keep from fainting. When her strength began to diminish, he kept her moving over him, taking hold of her limbs.
Janet slipped her fingers into his tousled hair and held on, feeling the pressure build. Zeph pumped up into her as if he couldn’t get enough, and she wrenched her eyes shut, needing even more. One of his hands left her waist and slipped between their bodies to pinch her clit.
Stars burst in the darkness behind her eyelids and she shrieked against his ear. Every fiber of her body shuddered. Within the next second, a rush of air emphasized the explosion as she was lifted off his lap and pushed into the empty seat at the side. He moved over her with the deadly grace of a predator—a crocodile slithering just under water—as her orgasm continued on with ripples spreading out from her core, and straight down to her toes. She clenched them as she lost herself in the endless spasms.
A roar and his ever-present ecstatic song mixed with the scent of their lovemaking filled the small space of the hovercraft like warm honey. Her legs were roughly pushed into her chest and her knees pressed into his torso as he covered her with his body.
Janet forced her eyelids open to see his face.
