His burn with an intensity I can’t deny. But there’s no loss of control, no danger in them.
“You are in control,” he says. “Let me know what you want.”
My core pulses and his nostrils flare. I push myself up on my elbows.
“I want to watch,” I say.
“You are so deliciously tight, my Lydia,” he says, pressing further into me. “So perfectly made for me.”
The broad head of his cock slips into my entrance. I gasp at the stretch of him, so much bigger than his fingers. More heatpours into me, and I feel myself pulsing as he pushes slowly, slowly until he breaches my tight muscles. The stretch is almost, almost too much.
“Are you watching, little mate?” Deus rumbles. “Are you watching me impale you?”
I look down at where he has me open so wide. His great appendage, covered in nodes, studded from base to tip, looks both incredible and obscene. He thrusts forward and yet more of him is buried in me. I give easily to his size in a way I wasn’t expecting, and pleasure flows through my body.
“I am inside you, my Lydia,” Deus breathes. “So tight and sweet.” He slowly withdraws before thrusting back, deeper this time. “Breathe, my precious one. Tell me how you feel.”
“G…good,” I say, pulling in a breath like I have been ordered. “So good.”
“Eyes on me, little mate. I am going to ensure you enjoy every moment impaled on my length.”
My core shudders in a precursor to another orgasm. Deus hisses. “So. Tight.”
I lift my eyes from where we are joined, up to his, and see how he burns for me. His hips circle as once again he pulls out and then slides back, my channel feeling every single node and ridge on his enormous member.
I’m not ready for the climax when it hits. I’m not ready for anything quite so extreme, the convulsion, the way I’m trying to pull him in, further in, deeper in, clamping down on his cock and making him roar my name out into the universe.
My vision is gone. My body has taken on a life separate to my brain, and my head doesn’t know what to do with all the feelings, the joy, the ecstasy, the everything which comes from having Deus plundering me. If it was all to end now, if I was to wink out into nothing, it would be enough.
As I am outside looking in, Deus roars my name once more, and his hot cum pours into me, his thrusts irregular, his hips clashing with my thighs, his breathing ragged.
“You have undone me, my mate,” he says, his head descending to my shoulder, where he places his forehead, his hips still twitching. “And I long to worship you again.”
DEUS
She slumbers in my arms. Her face, still with the pink dots on her cheeks, her eyelashes brushing her skin which is not as pale as it was. Lydia is covered in my scent as she should be. It mixes with her own and makes something perfectly distinct.
This female is mine. She has been filled, then I helped clean her up, a process she seemed to enjoy very much. Now she sleeps in my arms, in my cabin, in my sector.
I care not what Dalox says, not in this moment. If we are banished, then I have her.
Only I do not know if this is what she wants. Whether she wants me, whether she would want to leave Vorostor and the other humans behind.
Lydia stirs.
“Do you want to stay?” I ask, unable to stop myself.
“Why? Are you kicking me out?” she says, her voice filled with sleep and a soft smile on her face.
“Never!” I growl.
“Then, of course I want to stay, Deus.” Lydia opens one of her eyes and gives me a searching look.
“If we are banished…”
“We won’t be banished,” Lydia says, shutting her eye again.
“I have to prove myself by working for the other warlords.” I push the words through my teeth as they grind at me. “Starting with Dexx.”
