Page 36 of Leviathan

I leaned down and removed my hand, brushing my lips close to his, not quite kissing him.

"The only thing I want to hear from you is if you need me to stop, understand?" I whispered.

He said nothing, his lips just curved under mine with a smile.

I kissed him, softly, and he kissed me back, his lips moving with a soft uncertainty, a unpracticed gentleness as if he had never kissed anyone before. I realized that he likely hadn't, based on what he said to me; there was a good chance that this was his first time. I didn't want to stop to ask. There had already been too much talking, too much overthinking. I wanted to push all that to the side, to silence my mind in favor of the needs of my body.

I broke off the kiss and slid down his abs, rubbing my sensitive slit against the bumps of his washboard. I was drenched and ready, aching and needy, and the only thing I wanted now was to be filled by a man who had proven that he wanted to take care of me and cater to my every need and whim. He was along for the ride. He was my ride.

I slid down further, and the hard rod of his desire poked against my backside. I lifted my hips up and reached down in between us to grasp him and reposition him so that his head nestled against my warm crevice. He let out a deep rumble of a sound, the entire room shuddering around us, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he could move his arms, he would have grabbed me and clutched me against him, driving into me hard and fast with all the pent-up need of a tormented man.

A small tendril of fear tickled at the corner of my mind, a fear of the future, a fear of a cold, sterile world that only wanted me for my body.

"There is no way you can knock me up," I whispered, easing my fear with a lie.

Lyrien made a sound of protest through his closed lips, but that was all it was, just a sound, not a word.

My awareness of the falseness of my own statement sent another wave of desire through me, the excitement of the risk, the anticipation of pleasure, and the deep craving for what I wanted deep inside of me. I knew what I wanted.

I worked my hips down, and he inched into me, pushing through the tightness of my opening with a thick, sudden pop of heat. I gasped, my body trembling with the intense stretch. It didn't hurt; it felt so good. I put my hands on his chest again and focused on the sensation as I slid down him, slowly, taking in the oversized invasion of heated flesh that filled me up almost more than I could bear but exactly as much as I needed. By the time I had him seated inside me, the soft pressure of his head pushing deep in me, I was trembling, panting with the effort to take him in, my channel clutching tight around his heat as I struggled to adjust to his girth, even as my channel fluttered and pulsed with decadent pleasure. He was so thick that he was pushing against that glorious spot inside of me, like a thumb pressing down hard against my center of pleasure. If I moved at all, I was going to climax.

"Fuck me," I groaned. "You feel so good."

He said nothing, looking up at me with eyes full of wonder, joy, and deep, unabiding lust.

There was a thick swelling sensation of pressure, intense just inside my opening.

I tried to lift upwards, to move, but I couldn't. All I could do was sit there, spiked on his post, feeling deliciously stuck.

I pressed the tops of my feet down, trying to lift up again, and managed to achieve a small slide, the tiniest of movements, and the thick press of him inside me, shoving hard against the large orchid of my internal pleasure, sent me spiraling over the edge. I lost the small amount of a lift and sank back down on him, crying out as I came apart again, rolling waves of pleasure washing through my entire body, intensified as my internal muscles squeezed hard against his shaft even as they were stretched to their utter maximum.

"I can't," I gasped out as the waves subsided, but didn't disappear, leaving me hyper aware and wanting to chase them. "I can't move."

Lyrien lifted his hand and touched my cheek with soft fingers. I leaned my face into his palm, feeling how it enveloped the entire side of my head. The full extent of his body was gargantuan, but even this smaller part of him, the bipedal center, was so much bigger than me. Then I stiffened, lifting my head away from his hand. I looked at it, lifted up, the strong muscles of his arms engaged as he let me retreat that small amount.

The significance of the moment hit me.

He had moved his arm.

I looked down at his face to see that his soft, wondrous expression had morphed into something truly wicked. He grinned up at me like a cat with a mouse under its paws, laughing at the capture and imagining all of the torment it was about to inflict on its victim.

"Lyrien?" I asked.

He lifted an eyebrow at me, his grin widening even more.

Then he sat up.

At least, that was how I first interpreted it. His upper body lifted up towards me, and the pressure inside of me changed with the shifting angle of his hips. Another wave of pleasure hit me at the small movement, distracting me as his arms wrapped around me to hold me in place as he lifted me with him. He wasn't standing; he was floating, lifted up by the filaments attached to his back, hovering up in the center of the room as he carried me up into the air with him.

I clung to him, his strong arms supporting me even as the small shifts of his heat inside of me ricocheted electricity through my senses.

"Lyrien," I cried out again, my legs wrapping around his hips, my toes brushing up against the filaments extending behind him as I tried to find purchase to move. "I need... oh god I need.... please..."

But still he said nothing.

Then he was above me, my back lying flat down against a bed of soft, warm neurofilaments that rolled against me, massaging me, relaxing me even as his chest lifted away from me and he looked down at where we were joined. I followed his gaze, seeing the soft curves of my thighs spread out against the hard, strong muscles of his as he adjusted me, positioned us.

He closed his eyes, like he was focusing, and the intense pressure just inside my opening abated.