“Gorgeous,” he growled in between kisses.
My heart fluttered as love and lust mingled below my belly. Intimacy with Zat’tor was indescribable. It felt dreamlike, yet so painfully, wonderfully real. It was a feeling I knew I’d never experience back on Earth with any human man. Zat’tor was special.
He braced himself against the wall and sank down, all the while holding me in his arms so I didn’t touch the floor. His physical strength always stunned me. Was there anything he couldn’t do?
Zat’tor paused as his gaze ran across my midsection. He stroked my swollen belly with gentle, sweeping motions. A purr vibrated in his chest.
“Never have you looked so gorgeous,” Zat’tor murmured, causing me to shiver. “I will spend today worshipping you.”
I blushed to the tips of my extremities. Hearing that never got old.
“Tell me what you desire,” Zat’tor asked, his voice thick with lust.
“Everything. Anything,” I breathed.
“You want me to fill you?”
“Yes, please.”
He grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim atmospheric light of the den. Lifting me with his tentacles, he readied his cock. It slipped out of the hidden slit between his thighs, worming its way towards my twitching hole. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I breathed hard in anticipation.
The second the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance, I groaned. Even that small touch felt so fucking good. I must’ve been crazed with pregnancy hormones or something. I loved it.
I didn’t need to warm up. My hole stretched, instantly accommodating Zat’tor’s slick intrusion. His cock squirmed inside me, brushing against every ring of muscle and shooting electric jolts of pleasure up my spine. My brain turned to mush—every neuron was flooded with lust. All I knew was how fucking good Zat’tor made me feel.
“I will make you experience ultimate pleasure,” Zat’tor promised in a throaty voice.
He held me hovering above his cock as he plowed in and out in a steady rhythm. Drool trickled down my open, moaning mouth. I was delirious.
“Fuck,” I managed to say. It was probably the only word Icouldsay at the moment. Thinking was hard enough, but speaking was basically impossible. Every other sound that escaped my lips was a needy whimper or wanton moan, begging for more.
Zat’tor wasn’t content to just fuck me, though. His large hands found my cock, straining against the bottom of my belly, and began stroking it. Hot pleasure erupted in my veins. I cried out, bucking into Zat’tor’s grasp.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whined. “That feels so fucking good...”
His cock inched deeper inside my ass, filling me absolutely. I hissed out through my teeth. I felt ready to pop in more ways than one, but it was a satisfying sensation.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
Zat’tor angled his maw towards my mouth. Our tongues intertwined in a wet dance, shooting pleasure through my whole body. Every sensation felt heightened. I wasn’t going to last.
Zat’tor must’ve felt it. He kissed me harder, fucked me deeper, jacked off my cock faster.
It all culminated in one big moment of ecstasy. I screamed, raw and loud, as fireworks of pleasure exploded across my every nerve. I came in thick jets across the backs of Zat’tor’s hands. He continued to pump my sensitive cock until my throes ended. I heard him grunt as he came, too—and of course, I felt the flood of pollen filling my insides, stretching me to my very limit. The warmth of it made me shudder. Hell, it threatened to turn me on again.
But then, it happened.
I didn’t know whatitwas, but I sure as hell felt it.
Still gasping for air, I paused. Zat’tor met my gaze.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I... don’t know,” I admitted. His cock was still inside me. Was that what I felt?
No, it wasn’t quite the same. I recognized that by now. This was a different sensation.
“Uh,” I said warily. “I think something’s happening to me.”
