My gaze drops.
My breath stops. My heart stops.
Oh, gods.
He is enormous.
He is not human. He is a monster. He is a god. I am awed and terrified by the sheer, impossible scale of him. His erection is thick, heavy, and impossibly large, a physical, monstrous representation of his species. It is power. It is brutal.
My fear returns, a cold, sharp spike of pure, primal panic.
He will split me in two. He will kill me.
I whimper. My hands come up to cover myself, a pathetic, useless gesture.
He sees it. He sees my terror.
He grunts, a soft, reassuring sound. No.
He touches me.
His massive fingers, so clumsy before, are now impossibly gentle. He explores my body. His fingers trace my ribs, my stomach. His claws lightly scrape my skin, a promise of the power he is holding back. His other hand cups my breast, his thumb circling the tight, aching peak. He leans down and sniffs me, a deep inhale of my scent, his hot breath washing over my collarbone. His reverence, his pure, primal wonder at my small, naked body, is a tangible thing.
He nudges my legs apart with his head.
It is a soft, animal movement. A nudge at my thigh. Open. For me.
I am shaking so hard that I can barely stand, but I let him. My legs part.
He settles between them, his heat a furnace. He doesn't take me.
He touches me there.
His thick fingers find my center. My fear is so strong, but my body... my body is weeping for him. I am slick and aching. He rubs me, his curiosity returning, his fingers gentle but firm.
I gasp as a jolt of electric pleasure rocks me, shocking the fear away.
“Threk!”
He grunts at my reaction. A deep, pleased sound.
He aligns himself.
He doesn't thrust.
He presses against me. A hot, blunt, enormous weight. He is asking. His red eyes are locked on mine. Yes?
I am drowning in a sea of adrenaline, terror, and a need so deep it aches.
I nod. My breath catches, my body screaming for a release that finally overwhelms my fear.
I lift my hips, taking him.
He pushes.
It is slow. It is agonizing. It is overwhelming. It is a stretch so profound I feel my body giving way. It's too much. It burns.
I cry out, a high, sharp sound of pain and pleasure.
