I whimpered, gripping his arms.
“So very sensitive, my Alice,” he said and it sounded tender and sweet. It sounded nothing like what he did when I first came into the room. I felt his appendages go from brushing to gripping. I felt velvet between my legs undulate over and over and I cried out again. It was too much, it was not enough. I’d never been so needy in my life.
I felt his velvety appendages between my legs moving across my cunt and I lost all decorum.
“Shaheen! “ I cried, tears slipping from my eyes and he looked in awe.
“Do you want it all, Alice?” He asked, his face open and honest. I nodded and he reached out for the hookah hose again. He held up the mouthpiece, a series of round bumps like his cock.
“Show me how much you want my stiff cock,” he said, black eyes heavy on me. I swallowed and nodded as he pushed the mouthpiece between us. I felt the glass brush my wet entrance and then slide in gently. Again I had to prove myself, had to embarrass myself for him.
“Oh,” I said inhaling, back bowing. One, two, three bumps slipped inside. I gripped his arms and gasped as he pushed it in further, watching me with rapt attention. His appendages slid between my legs and pushed them apart. He held me open, held me down, as he started to fuck me with the mouthpiece.
He slid it in and out, his eyes tipping down to see it sinking in my body. To see where all his legs pushed me apart and held me down. Caterpillar bent down, his lips brushing my ear.
“You’re going to take me so well,” he murmured intimately. He pulled the hose out of me and pressed it to his mouth. My fluids coated his lips as he pulled in a drag of smoke. Then he tossed it aside and our lips pressed together. We kissed as smoke was traded between us. I tasted my own arousal on his lips. I felt that flower bud-shaped head between my legs, sitting heavy on my entrance and leaking more liquid than before. I felt it slide between my lower lips, tracing my entrance.
The second hit of his pheromones made me all the more sensitive but nothing could have turned me on more than I already was by Shaheen. Not when all his feet were pressed into my thighs and calves, stretching me wider and holding me firm to the bed to be fucked. I felt his entire lower body undulate against me and cried out.
Caterpillar's erection started to push inside me. His head breached my entrance and I felt a sudden descent into madness, a taste of insanity. I tried to claw at his back but he used his upper pair of arms to hold my wrists above my head. Every part of me was now controlled by him, pressed down by him.
I’d dreamt this before—hazy, fog-filled imaginations of his cock spreading me open. It was so familiar, already a cherished memory before it had ever even happened.
Slowly he pushed in more, his eyes creasing in pleasure. He inhaled sharply as he felt me around him. I squirmed in his hold but he didn’t let me go as his ridged shaft began to plunge inside me. I counted in my head as I felt the rounded ridges pop inside me.
One, two, three, four.I squirmed and whimpered.
“Shh,” he whispered softly.
Five, six, seven.
“Caterpillar,” I cried softly, begging for the end of this slow torture. He was thick and the bumps of his shaft kept teasing me, opening me up and then begging me to tighten to only find another bigger ridge ready for me to take.
Eight.
“That’s it,” he purred, one of his hands brushing hair from my face. Another hand slid up my neck and caressed my cheek. I felt myself clenching hard between my thighs. His legs massaged my inner thighs and calves.
“Can you take it all, Alice?” He asked, his hips pressing against mine even harder, threatening to push more inside me. I felt the velvet texture of his skin against mine. He bent down close.
“I think you can,” he said. Two of his hands slid down the sides of my body before gripping my hips, holding me tightly as he worked to get every last inch of his length inside me.
Nine… ten. I moaned, feeling stretched and full.
“Oh,” he groaned deeply before giving in to the pleasurable feel of my cunt gripping every ridge. He moaned as he began popping back out of me slowly. I tried to count but couldn’t, not when I felt the way I did and could feel the rumble of his groans across my skin.
Before I knew it he was pushing back in. I felt near to delirium as he shunted all the way in.
“Sweet, sweet Alice. Who knew you had such a pleasurable cunt?” He said viciously, a predatory gleam in his dark eyes. They flashed with excitement, a smile stretching over his face. I sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling like prey while still in his grip, arms above my head, legs stretched wide with his legs, the velvety girth of his heavy tail pressing against me.
He moved in and out of me, his speed picking up continually.
“Yes,” I cried out. His legs moved over me, pressing down and caressing. I felt myself unfurl with the attention of his lower half. Only he could give me this and it was everything I needed.
Caterpillar held me down roughly, some animalistic part taking over as he lost his practised character and gave in to base instincts. The grip on my wrists was tight, the look in his eyes dangerous. And I loved it. I could love him. I could. My perfect Caterpillar.
I groaned as he popped every round ridge inside me. My noises mingled with his. There was a cacophony of throaty moans along with the rough slap of his body meeting mine again and again. It was so much different to have something shaped like him going in and out. He was nothing like the smooth shaft of a human man. Instead, it kept my body on high alert, constantly stretching and squeezing.
Caterpillar finally dropped my wrists and buried his face in the bed next to mine, panting, holding my hips, pressing inside me over and over. I touched the antennae on his head and he shuddered in pleasure. Then my hands wrapped around his back, encouraging him to keep fucking inside me as roughly as he could.
