ZIA
Blood and need make me reckless as I crash my mouth against his.
I taste copper and alien musk and victory, my hands gripping his face while I grind against him. Seven days of emptiness driving me to this moment. My legs wrap around his waist, pussy already clenching at the proximity of what it needs.
“Please,” I gasp against his mouth. “Can't wait anymore.”
His breeding cock presses against my entrance, already leaking precum that makes my pussy flood in response. The tip is massive, designed to stretch, and just feeling it against my swollen lips makes my whole body convulse.
“Need you to breed me,” I tell him, the words spilling out desperate and true. “Been empty too long. Please, Zkari.”
Something changes in his eyes. The control he's maintained for seven days cracks. His upper hands grip my shoulders while his lower hands hook under my thighs, lifting me higher against the wall. The position opens me completely, vulnerable to whatever he decides to give.
“Female asks for breeding?” His voice has dropped to that grinding rumble. “Female receives breeding.”
He pushes inside without warning. Just the head at first, stretching my entrance impossibly wide. I cry out, hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders. The crown is broader than anything human, designed to ensure it stays inside once breeding begins. My pussy clenches desperately, trying to draw him deeper.
“First ridge,” he warns, then pushes it inside.
The raised segment catches on my entrance, textured with smaller bumps that drag against tissue made hypersensitive by seven days of need. It pops past the tight ring of muscle with a wet sound that makes me sob. My internal muscles immediately lock around it, rippling, demanding more.
“Please,” I beg. “More. Need more.”
He gives me the second ridge. Thicker than the first, with a flared edge that locks it in place once inside. The stretch burns but my pussy answered with a flood of lubrication, easing its passage. When it settles into position, I can feel it pressing against spots that make my vision blur.
The third ridge undoes me completely. Softer than the others, almost spongy, it drags directly against my g-spot as he pushes it inside. The orgasm hits without warning, making me convulse around the three ridges. My pussy clamps down hard, muscles rippling along his length, trying to milk him even though he's barely inside.
“Good,” he growls against my throat. “Female's body knows. Knows it's being bred properly.”
He doesn't wait for me to recover. Pushes the fourth ridge inside while I'm still shaking. Then the fifth, massive and textured with spirals that make me feel every degree of rotation as it enters. My pussy reshapes around him, transformed tissues doing what they were designed for.
“Too much,” I sob, but my hips roll toward him, seeking more.
“Not enough,” he corrects. “Female needs all. Body demands complete filling.”
The sixth ridge makes me scream. Not pain but overwhelming sensation as my pussy stretches beyond what should be possible. He holds me steady, not letting me pull away or push closer, controlling the pace completely. The seventh follows immediately, then the eighth, giving me no time to adjust.
“Last ridge,” he says against my ear. “Then knot.”
The ninth ridge is double the size of the others. He has to pull almost completely out, then thrust hard to force it inside. The impact drives me up the wall, shoulders scraping against destroyed wood. When it breaches my entrance, I come again, harder than the first time. My pussy convulses around all nine ridges, each one triggering different nerves.
“Knot next,” he states, not asking.
I can feel it pressing against my entrance, already swollen to the size of my fist. The rational part of my mind knows it's too large, impossible to take. But my body needs it, craves it with desperation beyond thought.
“Will it fit?” I ask, even as my pussy clenches, trying to draw it in.
“Body will make it fit. Watch.”
He shifts my position, tilting my pelvis. The next thrust pushes the knot partially inside before my entrance forces it back out. The sensation makes me sob with frustration. My pussy clenches desperately, trying to hold it.
“Please,” I beg. “Need it inside. Need to be bred.”
“Female will be bred,” he promises, then thrusts harder.
The knot catches on my entrance, stretching the muscle beyond its limit. I scream, hands clawing at his shoulders, drawing blood. But I don't want him to stop. Can't let him stop.The third thrust gets half the knot inside before it pops back out, making me convulse with another orgasm.
“Please, please, please,” I chant, past pride, past anything but need.
