“That’s it, Clover,” he rasps, kissing down my jaw. “Say my name. Let me hear you.”
“King Lix’tuk,” I moan again, louder this time.
His mouth moves to my throat, and his tusks press carefully against my skin as he thrusts into me. I tilt my head, giving him more room, trusting him with every vulnerable inch of me.His tongue drags over my pulse, and my entire body trembles beneath him.
I’ve been taken apart by his mouth before. His hands. His tongue. I’ve fallen apart so many times in this bed I should know what it feels like by now. But this is different. This feels like he’s not just making me come. He’s claiming every part of me that ever believed I had no value in the world.
His hand slides down my side, over my hip, then under my thigh. He lifts my leg higher, changing the angle, and I cry out as he sinks deeper than before.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, his voice strained as he starts to move with more urgency.
I can’t answer. I can barely breathe. Every thrust goes deep inside my stretched passage. My nails scrape over his shoulders, and my hips move desperately against his, building the pressure as it coils tighter and tighter. I’m not even sure I’m controlling my body anymore. It belongs to him. To this. To the impossible thing we finally get to have.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
“I know,” he growls. “I can feel you. I’ve waited so fucking long to feel this.”
His hand moves between us, and his thumb finds my clit. The first slow circle makes my body jerk. The second makes me sob his name. He keeps thrusting, keeps touching me, his mouth against my ear as his breath turns ragged.
“Come for me,” he commands. “Come on my cock, little human girl. You’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I tasted you, haven’t you?”
“Yes!” I cry out, the words pushing me over the edge.
I cry out louder as the orgasm tears through me, stronger than I’m ready for. My body clenches around him, gripping him tight as pleasure crashes through every part of me. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can only feel him inside me, feel him holding me through it, feel his hips stutter as my body pulls him deeper.
“Fuck,” he snarls, burying his face against my neck. “Clover… I…”
His control shatters. He thrusts hard, once, twice, then drives himself as deep as my body can take him. His roar fills the room as he comes, his cock erupting creamy heat so deep I feel claimed from the inside out. There’s so much I can feel it leaking out of me before he’s even finished spilling inside me. I cling to him as he shudders above me, his huge body trembling with the force of it.
Then I feel something else. His cock begins to swell at the base, stretching me even wider. So wide that I panic, nails digging into his tough green skin.
“What’s that!?” I shriek.
“That’s my knot,” he pants. “Breathe, Clover. It won’t hurt you. It’s the same thing that keeps your mouth on my cock, except you’ll actually feel the full force of it now, instead of just a quiver.”
His knot swells until we’re locked together. I can’t even move, his swollen cock buried inside me. He breathes heavily against my skin, his arms tight around me like he still can’t believe this is real. I can’t either. My body is fluttering on his knot, smaller orgasms rippling through my core every few seconds, leaving me as weak as a mewling kitten. I love the fullness and warmth,especially when I feel his ridges throb and pulse more of his seed into me.
He kisses and touches me, softly growling and grunting as I milk the pleasure from his knotted length. The knot keeps us joined together for almost an hour before it finally begins to recede. I run my fingers through his hair, smiling weakly.
“That was…” I start, but I don’t even know what word belongs there.
“Everything,” he rumbles.
I laugh softly, breathless and shaky. “Yes. That.”
He lifts his head and looks down at me, something raw and almost primal in his expression. Then it softens. I can see love in his dark gaze. The tender mercy that lurks beneath the rough exterior.
“Are you hurt?” he asks gently.
“No,” I whisper. “Not even a little.”
His eyes search mine like he doesn’t fully believe me.
“I’m serious,” I assure him, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “I’m okay. More than okay.”
His gaze drops to my mouth. “You’re sure?”
I lift my hips slightly, and we both gasp because he’s still inside me.