"Eyes!" he demanded.
Eyes watering and about to roll back in her head, she obeyed, meeting his gaze. Stretching her lips around her teeth to keep from biting, she pressed up on the fat underside of his cock with her tongue, while he moved right into the most sensitive spot in her mouth. She gagged and gagged again; her body seized with uncontrollable reflexive tremors. All the flavors of him leaked onto her tongue, hot spice and male. Her brain fractured with conflicting signals of spitting him out and drinking him down.
Leaning into the storm of her Orki, she took what he gave.
"Anna is redress. Treasure. Beginning. Ending. Anna is reward for sufferance. Payback for pain, for empty, for night screams and killing. Anna is mine. All of her. Anna pleasure and pain—to own, keep, hold, protected, taken by Doku-ni."
Releasing his hold on one side of her head, his hand slapped the wall next to them. Changing position, he angled himself over Anna's mouth, twisting her hair in his fist so that her back arched, taking over her ability to keep her balance. Her thighs strained, knees hurt, and calves burned. But his cock sank forward.
Doku-ni opened her up and claimed her.
Crude and base beyond belief, she surrendered to his fury, let herself be reduced to his woman and his pleasure. He fuckeed her face with his cock, brutal thrust after thrust. Her eyes watered, but she never blinked, his possessive focus as he watched her sinking deep, past every layer of resistance. He gave himself to her, the whole of his being. They were two wholes bent into a new thing, connecting.
He beat them together with the hammer of his will and body, molded them like a blacksmith over the fires of their shared passion. The blast of his force overwhelmed her in every way, but should he have dared to stop, Anna would have wailed at the loss, a half-formed thing.
He had to finish this, take them to their ending.
Thrusting into her mouth, over her tongue, past the squeeze of her body's reflexive response, Anna swallowed and choked him down.
This was a taking and an exchange, nothing about it comfortable or beautiful—yet the freefall of it became instant, obsessive addiction. She would want this now. Crave it. The luscious profane of his taking of her, where and when he wanted. Bruised and pushed to the point of hurting with the extravagant greed of his appetite for her and her alone.
Shunned and invisible, blind without realizing it for years, but now she was seen and could see. She was needed and felt need. She was part of a whole.
He thrust forward at the same time as he pulled her forward, slamming her face down his thickness in repetitive battering plunges. They were a single heartbeat, climbing toward pleasure. Her face hot, wet with tears, filthy with their combined essences, down to her naked, bobbing breasts, he rode her mouth. Growling, he gave her that sound that made her womanhood convulse. The tones changed, low, furious, pure Orkis words, morphing so deep they became a baritone that she felt more than she heard.
His body stiffened to steel, and he pulled her head back and kept her there, so that just the head of his cock was in her mouth. She felt it swell, expand, widening to remind her he was definitely not human or like any man. One throbbing pulse, her tongue testing his slick texture, before his semen pumped free, and he found his pleasure with a roar.
That noise he made, the sound of him—without touching a single area on her body, bent back over her legs, helpless in all ways—the sound and taste of her lover's peak brought on Anna's climax, her body twitching and shaking all over. He spilled into her mouth; she couldn't swallow fast enough, couldn't breathe through the gout of it as waves of her own bliss rolled through her. His cum went in her hair, on her chest, dripped down to her belly and the sparse curls of her mound. She was a mess. She hurt.
And it was all lovely.
Chapter 17
Finding Her Heart and Her Home
She relaxed into him when he picked her up to carry her this time. Chastened, emotional, and sore, she hummed for lack of the ability to purr. Reduced to jelly, Anna had no will other than to be with him right now.
After meeting Eid, she had a better idea of the advanced technology that the Orki had access to. Smooth and even, the maze of tunnels and halls not natural. Some areas of the wall were self-illuminating, connected to a mysterious power source. Other areas required the endlessly burning torches. One day she would want to know how it all worked together, but not today.
With no windows, light shafts, and no doors, she had no clue where she was. They passed areas where she heard the warm noises of living beings and they also went through silent halls. After many twists and turns, they turned a bend and then another into a hall with several side passages. Doku-ni ducked his head when the smooth dark ceiling lowered then lifted.
The tunnel became a bubble of a room that smelled like him and wet war beast. His home but like no home she'd ever seen. There was no table, no chairs, no cabinets, no fireplace. No kitchen. Hard, boxy caskets shaped from unfamiliar materials were against one curve of the walls. One wall had a high lip. He could sit there, if he wanted, but not comfortably. The room was round, with a high domed ceiling that would enable him to stand upright. One of those endlessly burning torches burned in a stand.
Two steps inside the room, Anna looking everywhere in curiosity, realized they were not alone. In a deep floor depression against the back wall, three war beast heads popped out—like baby birds from a nest. She could tell it was deep because she could only see the black nose of one of the war beasts, and the other two bigger animals gave them happy, yippy greetings. Their heads looked strange, differently shaped, smaller than Zerzer. Anna realized she must be seeing her first male war beasts. They had no ruff of spiky mane around their necks, giving them a thinner appearance As they moved inward, more of the beast’s bodies were revealed in the room’s central feature—the rounded bowl of a bed full of furs, blankets, and soft materials.
These beasts were not Zerzer. They might be related, but she'd never been good at things like that—telling which animal came from which animal. The black nose belonged to a solid black female with a developing ruff around her neck. Doku-ni introduced her first, “Daughter Zerron.”
The dainty creature dipped her head with some high-pitched noises, a canine curtsy and greeting. Anna, set to her feet again, grinned and returned the hello with a bend of her knees.
The biggest of the three had a gray chin with scarred marks and deep, calm eyes. Zerzer’s mate, Rrarg, and the other dark beast like Zerzer that had a white streak down his back, was a brother.
All three of them climbed out of the bowl, surrounding her. Despite being small and delicate by comparison, she didn’t feel any danger from the much-larger beasts. Zerzer and three more appeared from nowhere, adding to the commotion. The room was small; the beasts were big, and Anna saw why there was no table or furniture. The pack would have knocked everything over and crushed it to bits.
Rrarg acted the most civilized, keeping the others in check with a firm growl, going so far as to keep Zerron from licking her all over and chastising the pup for the attempt.
Anna laughed and told him, “Thank you for that. Will you protect me from Zerzer too? She knows I don’t like it but she does it anyway.”
Rrarg made noises at her that Doku-ni interpreted. “He tells Zerzer lots of things, but she rarely listens.”
