Corrin lost herself completely to her desire. She knew this couldn't be normal behavior, but the idea was unimportant compared to filling up the churning, empty space inside her. She hurt. He made the hurt less. Touch, taste, smell, presence. Urku-ri with his penetrating blue eyes made her hurt less. He was the source of bone-melting comfort and mind-stopping pleasure.
That smell of his had become mouthwateringly delicious. She needed more. Had to have more. Jerking her head, clawing at him, she fought to get what she wanted, both hands wrapping around his manhood. She'd take this with her if he thought to push her away.
He was different here, the dewy, tender skin a dark black except at the top of the deep, dark red, conical head. He said her name in a string of Orki, his hold loosening as her hands stroked over him, white fluid leaking from the top, quickly spreading everywhere. The essence made his skin slippery, filled her senses with his delicious smell, drugged her.
What was this? Smooth, flawless skin became slippery with it, as her fingers played over the slit at his tip, down the strange inhuman shape of him. He filled her hands and more, thick and heavy. She couldn't wrap her fingers all the way around him. Unable to stop stroking, Corrin explored Urku-ri's cock in fascination, squeezing, testing the ridges.
Nanny said nothing about ridges.
He growled, her body responded by clenching with need, her palms tightening reflexively. His cock trembled, contracting, expanding in reaction.
What would that feel like inside of her? Fill her up and rub against her? She stroked the top of him in curiosity, as Urku-ri filled his own hands with her body, restlessly touching her as she explored this part of him for the first time. His shape was very different from a human's. The first ridge the most pronounced she ran her finger around it. His skin expanded when she brushed her finger against the underside of the angled cap. Could he get… bigger? She could barely hold him in two hands. Again, she thought of the impossibility of taking him inside of her. The shaped head, the ridges over his thickness down to the base where he widened even more, to his testicles; the Orki male was built like a plow horse. His cock had a unique flexibility, but she did not. Corrin was an averaged sized human woman.
She'd hurt herself on the thing. But one way or another, he would satisfy this building madness.
That smell. She needed to taste it, taste him. This was a buffet set before her, and she would have it now. Her hands slid down and up, milking him. Bending herself in half to get closer.
Urku-ri, no longer resisting her, helped her move, lifting
Corrin so she could put her mouth on him. His skin was succulent. How could she have ever imagined what the Orki's male sex would feel like, taste like, as she opened her mouth over him, rubbed her lips against the slick arrow-shaped head.
Streamlined or not, Corrin had to force her mouth wide over his cock. Wanting to suckle. It seemed perfectly right that she should nurse from him, drink up all that delicious, opal moisture. She hummed with the head captured in her mouth, bedded on her tongue, wanting to tell Urku-ri what she thought of his taste. Musk, male, earthy, and wild, nothing could compare. Not sweet or savory, just necessary. Thick like syrup, but not sticky or heavy. She sucked as hard as she could, wanting it all.
Urku-ri growled and talked in low, meaningful Orki. His member got harder in her hands. The ridges of the shaft moved, rippled. Corrin felt an answering pulse in her own body; a tremor.
Her grandmother had told her all the basics, what to expect in the marriage bed, leaving out a few details. But never had Nanny expected Corrin's first time to be with an Orki like Urkuri. Nanny had told her that the first few times may hurt, but it wouldn't kill her. If she didn't like it, not to fuss, the right man would help her find her joy, eventually. Urku-ri was more than a man. He had already shown Corrin her joy several times with his mouth and fingers. Would he be able to show her with his cock?
His shape thickened. Getting bigger. Filling up her mouth, his hands tightened on the back of her head. "Corrin, breathe.
Breathe nose, now. Now!" he commanded.
She inhaled through her nose and he pushed her head down. Her jaw popped, Corrin gagged, tears in her eyes, as he forced his cock to the back of her throat. Shocked, she would have panicked, but his cock was spurting, thick fluid spilling down her throat. Urku-ri's growling made her body receptive, swallowing reflexively around the spray of it.
The first taste of him hit her stomach with a fierce punch. Like alcohol. If the fermented stuff in the red bladder had warmed her like berry wine, this hit her like farmer Nolan's grain alcohol. A dizzying wave followed by a full-body shudder of pleasure, her womb clenching like a fist. Corrin knew that something was taking place then, something irrevocable, a chemical change started in her body she would never come back from, the fear flashed, quick as lightning, then gone. Gone.
She had never submitted to anyone. Not her sisters. Not to village expectations. Not Nanny, or the curse of the Father and Mother moons on the date of her birth. To submit was to need. She had decided at a young age, that when a person needed, needing made people vanish. Died in a bed of blood. Buried in a muddy grave. Disappeared into the steel cities. Cut themselves off emotionally and became bitter and judgmental. To need love, or joy, or another person was the real moon curse.
She would not submit to need.
Had not.
Until she tasted the intoxicating seed from Urku-ri's body, a mysterious Orki potion, not human, that pulled her into a trap and caught her with powerful Orki hands. His taste enslaved her. Corrin abandoned what she thought she knew—everything—abdicating all her preconceived ideas and capitulated to her new addiction. He pumped his semen into her belly. The sound of his fulfillment rubbed at her insides, almost as good as her own pleasure. Most of his length still encased in her two hands, she rubbed at
Urku-ri's cock, milking him for every last drop. Needing it all.
He twisted her, plunged two fingers, then three into her opening, the need to scream forcing her mouth away from his cock. Gentleness gone, he thrust hard with his hand repeatedly, pain and delight. It was not enough. She wanted him in her, needed him deeper there. His fingers aggravating the demanding urgency of her channel. Head down, nuzzling at his wet cock, his hairless testicles, she lifted her bottom high.
"Please. Please. Please." It was a chant. She strained her legs, willing to stick her ass in his face if it would get his attention. Corrin wanted more. Must have it. Will have it.
He pulled her head up with his fist in her hair, brought her tear-stained face to his, eyes focused on hers. He kissed her. Rough, hungry, his black tongue and dark taste filling up her mouth. No tenderness. No tingles. A furious claiming that drew blood when his teeth scraped over her lips, his tongue digging inside to capture hers. He tasted himself there, then brought up the fingers that had been inside her, shining with her wet, to push them past her lips.
What was this? Her womb squeezed, liking the filthy action, producing more slick for him. They were a mess of body fluids and secretions, her senses on overload from the wet.
Crazed, desperate, wanting Urku-ri's cum spread all over her, in her, and her essence spread all over him, and in him. He made her taste herself, covered her with his mouth again, chasing it with his tongue, while his fingers started up their rhythm, thrusting and pumping.
But she didn't want his fingers. Not enough. He had pushed as deep as he could go, leaving an empty, still withered place inside her that begged for more. It was where death lived. And loneliness. He had to fill that space with himself. With his pulsing strength. With life.
Tearing herself away from his mouth, ready to scream at him, Corrin couldn't stand it.
