Her legs were under his, and he pushed them together to create a sweet valley for his cock, rubbing, leaking, touching where it did no good. They created pools of slippery, viscous moisture between them. Sasha wanted the beast inside her. She had to have him inside her. She was filled with scars and emptiness only he could heal and fill.
A monster at his meal, he would not be moved. He sucked and nuzzled and bit at her breasts, burying his face between them, tormenting her exquisitely sensitive nipples. He rubbed them against the scruff of his beard, the blade of his nose, and even his ears.
"Feed me, Beauty," Kane commanded. He pinched and pulled at one nipple, then cupped and plumped the breast while suckling hard. Then he switched sides back and forth, over and over.
The touch of the cool air abraded them, and Sasha was begging when his mouth began to move down her torso, which received the same patient, dedicated treatment. She felt the pull of this sucking down her spine to her womb, where each twist of decadent pleasure built upon the last.
Sasha began to scream and demand. He was doing it wrong. She needed him inside. She hurt and burned.
His mouth worked her to mindlessness all the way down to the cradle of her woman's curls, where he buried his face and breathed deep.
"Please, Kane. Please."
"Not finished." Then he flipped her to her belly, moved back to her neck, and started again.
Sasha screamed, bucked, and raged.
Kane bit, tasted, and marked his territory.
On her belly, his cock worked at her bottom, almost there, so close to where she needed. While his mouth worked, he moved, shifting his hard, thick shaft so that it rubbed between her legs.
It was so long the head met her clit again, kissed it there with the sweetest touch. She felt like she was coming every time his hips moved. She snaked her hands below, cupping herself, cupping him, her fingers working around him through their combined lust—touching the crown, reaching back down his stem as her hips surged with his.
Kane cursed, a gravelly sound of lust. Sasha's hips moved into the bed and she guided him to where she wanted him.
With a snap of his hips, he moved the beautiful thing away. His legs trapped hers together even tighter, keeping his cock in that snug crack instead of where she wanted it.
His name became a pleading chant on Sasha’s lips as his mouth went back to its torment down her spine and over her ribs. He spent forever on every mark and scar he found, lavishing kisses and bites.
His desire poured over her like scented oil. He massaged it into her skin and bones.
Then he was moving pillows, lifting her to her knees, and his mouth followed that crease in her butt. Sasha was too lost to feel self-conscious or outraged. He licked and tasted, and she made noises that she didn't know she could make.
His teeth were gentle and dangerous as he nuzzled deep, his tongue long and seeking. He tasted inside of her, lapping and prodding. It was a minute's work of rhythmic probing, and she made more slick for him.
Once, twice, he filled her with his tongue and she wept. Orgasm after orgasm. It was almost, but not enough.
Constantine Kane had her placed and pinned. He took what he wanted, feasting on Sasha, and showed her no mercy.
She was sobbing when his mouth left her core and he covered her back. The heat of his naked chest firmly pressed into her as he tucked her fully under him. He centered his cock at her entrance, to give her the pain she had been craving.
Though her breeder body was born to accommodate alpha cock, it still hurt as he pushed forward. She felt his hand, guiding, a fist at the entrance of her vagina. She moved as she could, trying to press back, but tucked as she was under him, there was little she could do.
His breath was on her cheek as he bit at her jaw and nipped at her ear. "What do you want, Beauty?" His voice was so deep she felt it in her center. "What can I offer a pretty little breeder like you?"
"You know," she cried. "I need you."
"My dick?" He pressed forward, stretching and burning. He was so big, filling her up.
"You!" she screamed into the linens.
He tunneled into her, pounding hard and rough at her cervix. It hurt so much.
But Kane's cock was a battering ram pounding at the gateway to her womb, leaking his pre-cum like a serum. His essence worked to loosen her, open her, make her his. In drones and other breeds, a virgin's cervix would never do this; the cervix wasn’t meant to open. Even to touch her cervix would be agony.
His jerking first strokes into her were far from gentle. All the pleasure was his, even as Sasha begged for more. It hurt, but it was the only good hurt she had yet to endure, and she needed it all.
"Then take me, breeder. Open to me." His thickly muscled arms reached around her chest, crossing over to her shoulders so that he could pull her back onto him and push into her with more force.
