Chapter Eight

Chapter 8

FOUR HILETH STANDARD WEEKS came and went, each better than the last.

The sex was great, and despite everything, Sofia felt herself lulled into a sense of security. It was a scary sensation, as was the dissipating cloud in her chest, the one that numbed everything.

Though she didn’t want to, she couldn’t resist opening up to Braax, spending long hours conversing with him about everything from her life on Earth to his on Olara 8—when they weren’t fucking like rabbits.

Today, he had taken her on a short hike through the mountains. Enormous trees surrounded them as they walked hand in hand, evergreen and scenting the air with a pine-like aroma, fresh and spicy.

They strolled along rocky cliffs, bioluminescent ferns clinging to each crevice and glowing in the forest’s dimness. Haunting shouts of skygliders echoed through the woods, the small reptiles swooping between rocky crags, carried by thin membranous wings.

Sofia’s heart swelled as her husband led her to a private alcove, a small section of cliff blocked from the main trail. It overlooked the city below, tall, sinuous buildings jutting into the orange sky. He pointed out ones he’d designed as he set up a picnic, and they enjoyed cheese and meats while listening to birdsong.

After they’d cleaned up their lunch, Braax had given her that look, that special gleam in his eyes that he always had when he was aroused. Sofia bit her lip into a smile, eyes hooded as she gazed up at him from her spot on her back.

“Do you want something, husband?” she asked, a purr in her voice.

At once, he surrounded her, caging her in with his limbs as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

“I want you, wife, always.”

“Right now? In public?”

Her heart beat like a drum, the pulsing meeting the one in her core.

Braax nuzzled his snout into the crook of her neck, whispering in her ear.

“No one will bother us.”

Lowering himself slowly, he pressed his weight onto her, rutting against her clothed body so she could feel his erection. The bite of arousal shivered through Sofia as she ran her hands across his scaled chest.

With a smirk, she pushed him, and he let himself fall onto his back with a laugh. She crawled down to his crotch with a devious smile, gripping the base of his cock firmly where it emerged from its sheath. Though she’d played with him many times already, she still wasn’t over the unique appendage.

“My sweet wife, such a good girl for me,” Braax growled, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch as she licked him from base to tip.

She slowly lapped at him, pressing her flat tongue against every inch of his length as he moaned her name. When he was good and wet, she took the tip into her mouth, pressing down as far as she could until the gagging in her throat was too much.

Barely halfway, but it was the best she could do with her gag reflex and without the ability to unhinge her jaw.

Braax couldn’t take his eyes off of her, whimpering as Sofia bobbed up and down on his enormous cock, using her hands where her mouth was lacking. His tail snaked out from under him, wrapping around her middle as he ran a clawed hand through her hair.

“Enough, sweet Sofia, I am ready for you.”

When he made to get up, she released his cock with a pop, pushing him back onto the blanket. The heat between her thighs was too much, something his tongue couldn’t quell on its own, and if she let him go down on her, he’d be there forever, making her climax until she was completely spent.

“I’m ready for you too,” she breathed as she hurried to undress.

The cool breeze tickled her bare skin as she exposed herself, goosebumps prickling her body. She stepped up to him, trying to figure out how she was going to lower herself onto his massive cock. Despite their copious amounts of sex, it still took time to get accustomed to his size.

“Come to me, beautiful human,” Braax murmured, his voice husky as he extended his arms.

She leaned forward, and he grabbed her, hovering her over his waist as he notched the head of his cock against her entrance.

The brush of his firm tip was not enough, and she squirmed in his grasp, desperate for more. He groaned as he pressed her slowly onto him, giving her shallow thrusts as he let her get used to his size.

“Naughty wife, always wanting too much, too fast. What am I going to do with you?”

Sofia’s writhing was useless, and she leaned forward, gripping his dark purple horns. Without warning, he grunted, slamming her down against his entire length as she cried out from the sudden fullness. Her head swam, the pain shooting through her core as her muscles desperately tried to adjust.

“Sofia, are you alright?” Braax asked as he lifted her up, his hands shaky as they gripped her ass.

Though the bite of pain had hurt, the agony of emptiness was far worse.

“I’m fine, dear. Don’t you dare stop,” she breathed as she struggled to lower herself onto him.

Green eyes glimmered, the seconds stretching on until he finally pressed her down again. The feeling of fullness was perfect, exactly what she needed as she bounced in rhythm with his thrusts.

Sofia’s hands still gripped his horns, and she slid her fingers up and down them, just like she would his cock. He bucked into her, growling as he clutched her ass, leaving pricks of blood from his claws. Though arousal coursed through her, a devious smile curled her lips as she looked down at him.

“So, the horns are…” she trailed off, eyes narrowed knowingly.

Braax grumbled an answer to her unfinished question.

“Erogenous.”

She barked a laugh, though it didn’t last long as his tail whipped around, circling her neck firmly, forcing her to gasp for air. That only made her grip his horns tighter, and he growled as he lifted and slammed her down repeatedly.

Suddenly, the heat was too much, a surge of an orgasm hitting her hard. Pleasure electrified her, each continued thrust overstimulating her sensitive cunt, but he didn’t stop.

“You remember your word, yes?” he asked with a growl, relaxing his tail just enough so she could answer.

“Y-yes.”

Braax waited, still thrusting as his eyes bored a hole through her. When she made no move to speak, to say her safe word, his fanged mouth twisted into a wicked smirk.

Without missing a beat, he flipped her onto her back, hiking her legs against his chest. Sofia moaned as an aftershock hit her like a freighter ship, every nerve on fire when he continued to plunge into her.

He leaned forward, caging her once more, and his soft growl was at her ear.

“Good girl. I need you to keep cumming on my cock, sweet Sofia. I will never tire of the way you moan for me.”

His tongue lapped at her breasts, curling around one nipple at a time as he thrust. She felt faint, the euphoria of climax mixing with the bite of pain that continued to pulse through her. Braax nipped her breasts with sharp fangs, marking her as his, her entire body shuddering from his thrusts.

Minutes later, another orgasm hit her and she cried out, tears burning her eyes at the ecstasy of release. He slowed, his chest heaving as he scrutinized her reaction, clearly enjoying what he was doing to her.

“Flower…” she murmured, unable to take any more.

He stopped, pulling out and sitting back on his knees.

Sofia gasped for air, completely spent from the powerful climaxes he’d forced on her. Still, why had he stopped completely?

“You can still finish in me if you want… I just can’t take another orgasm.”

Braax just laughed, his hand already gripping his cock, precum dripping from the slit.

“Oh, my beautiful wife, you have had enough, and there’s more than one good place to spill my seed.”

With a few strokes of his hand, he was letting out a heaving roar and spurting his cum on her, hitting her swollen cunt, her stomach, and her chest before finally subsiding.

Sofia’s eyes were still wide… with shock, with arousal, with so many emotions swimming through her head. Every time, she thought what they’d done was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. And every time, her mind was changed.

Braax’s breathing slowed as his cock began retracting into its sheath, and he crouched over her, lapping up his seed with a long, yellow tongue. The wet, rubbery appendage tickled her, and she giggled as her husband cleaned her, not wasting a single drop. He massaged her thighs and lower stomach—where he knew she felt the soreness the most—for a long while before slumping down next to her and pulling her into his arms.

“That was…” Sofia began, but trailed off.

There really were no words to describe it.

“Perfect,” Braax finished, and she supposed he was right.

Perfect .