Chapter Seven

Durga

No female I’ve been with before has looked at me like this. It’s as though she’ll do anything I ask. This is a look I’ve only seen in my dreams.

“You did so well,” I whisper, lightly tracing my thumb over her swollen pink lips.

My fingers slide down the column of her throat. It’s gentle, approving, and also a silent statement of ownership. Perhaps she’s not aware, but she arches into my touch, obviously enjoying being my possession, if only for tonight.

Lazily, I lick the pads of my index fingers and tease around her nipples until her breathing gets swifter. I then dip my head to nip her beaded tips, enjoying her sharp intake of breath as I push her into pleasure with a hint of pain.

I graze the underside of her breasts with my tusks. Perhaps the little human finds the sensation akin to being licked by a wild beast because she writhes against me so forcefully her hair whips around her face.

Pulling back, I give her just enough space to see me, to remind her I outweigh her by a hundred pounds, that my skin is green and my ears are pointed. I want her to feel my “otherness” and my dominance before diving back in for more.

Bringing my tongue to bear, I swirl it around first one, then the other of her dark nipples as I keep her in place with my hands. I ease one hard tip and areola into my mouth, laving it with my tongue, then creating suction until her little bud is hard as a stone against my tongue.

She alternates between panting, little gasps of pleasure, and biting her lower lips as she wriggles on my lap—so responsive.

My cock is hard again, riding her wet slit as I play with her breasts. My mouth is on one, my hand is pulling, twisting, and plucking the other.

Raisa brings out some bizarre primal instinct in me, making me want to push her further and demand more. No matter how hard I press her, she just can’t seem to get enough.

I bite the tip of her nipple with the flat of my teeth, barely hard enough to sting before sucking it, then licking to soothe it.

The pressure of my teeth against her skin is electric, sending sparks of pleasure and fire. She’s like a tuning fork, vibrating when I touch her in ways that ignite her pleasure.

Arching her back, she presses closer as she whimpers. I’ve caught her in my spell. She’ll do anything I want if I continue to provide pleasure.

She’s moaning softly against my lips as she slides along my hard prick. With almost-defiant pleasure, she rides me like a wild animal, her slick lower lips gliding along my shaft.

My hands grip the small of her back as she moves up and down my length with increasing speed. We move together instinctively, our bodies getting ahead of my plan to stay measured and in control.

“Please, Durga.”

I’d been so caught up in my own lust, I hadn’t noticed she’s been saying those two words like a mantra for a while now. Her pupils are blown, her lips are dry from panting, and she’s looking at me as though I am the answer to her prayers.

“Please what?” I know exactly what she wants, but I need to hear her say it. No. That’s a lie. I need to hear her beg.

“Please fuck me.”

This doesn’t please me. I don’t need her to beg for fucking. I need her to beg for my cock. Durga’s cock. Crazy, but I want her entire world to be narrowed down to that.

She repeats her three-word phrase, having no idea why I won’t honor her sweet pleadings. Finally, I take pity on us both. After nipping her earlobe, I whisper in her ear, “Tell me you want my cock, Raisa.”

“Oh, Durga. Please, can I have your cock?”

Yes, that does it. I’m ready to lift her hips and impale her when she exceeds expectations.

“Please can I have that big, green cock? That beautiful cock. That fat cock dripping for me. Please?”

I’m huge, but all this play has made her wet enough to take me. She’s drenched—for me. Begging—for me.

Gripping her ass cheeks, I move her, lining us up, then allow myself the pleasure of a slow entry from below her. She’s so tiny. I’m so big.

The moment my head is inside her warm, wet channel, we gasp in unison. Our gazes collide. As I allow her time to accommodate me, I feel her clenching around me, spasming, moaning.

Her eyes fly wide. Apparently, she’s as surprised by her orgasm as I am. I’m no more than an inch inside her.

There’s no mistaking the fluttering in her channel as her hole tries to milk me.

I’ve never heard sounds like this before—melodic croonings as she comes. Her thighs quiver so violently her pretty breasts jiggle. The moaning stops swiftly as she almost chokes, then gasps for air. It’s the most violent orgasm I’ve ever seen, visually arresting, and deeply arousing as her hole is still spasming around my cockhead.

Her eyes are still droopy as she tries to recover. A normal female might want a nap, but she spears me with her gaze, gives me a valiant smile, whispers, “Thank you,” then holds onto my shoulders as she tries to impale herself on what she called my beautiful cock.