6. Valmore

6

Valmore

Hazel hugged my head tight to her chest. My cock strained between her legs. I pumped against her hips as her pants stretched over me. I was ready to split them in half to get inside her.

Her breasts filled my mouth, one after the other. Their softness and deliciousness robbed me of all reason. I felt myself slipping out of control and fought myself down with a heroic effort. I had to take my time. I had to make sure she was comfortable and ready.

She threaded her fingers through my hair and gripped my face against her chest. She really wanted it. She wanted me. She wasn't lying about that.

I never would have believed such a proper officer could let it all go like this. Her every move and groan told me she ached for me. She stroked herself down my shaft until I throbbed against the stitching of our clothes.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I flicked her waistband open to reveal her lower belly. A thin strand of lace crossed her smooth skin where her panties peeked through. So fine and delicate.

I maneuvered my fingers under her panties and between her legs. She eased back to let me in, and the next thing I knew, my hand sank up to the knuckle in slippery wetness.

She threw back her head and cried out to the ceiling, pounding her sweet pussy down on my hand until the juices flowed into my palm. Her skin prickled and the perfume wafting off her became unbearable.

I tried to kiss her again, but she was arched too far back. She didn't see me trying to devour that mouth. I wanted to taste those screams for myself. I ran my hand up her back and grabbed the base of her neck, steering her mouth to mine.

Hazel didn't notice. She was too out of her mind in bliss. She kept whining when my mouth closed over hers. Her lips didn't respond and her eyes no longer focused on anything.

The moment I relaxed my hold on her head, she collapsed. Her forehead came to rest on my shoulder, and her cries subsided into gentle whimpers. She sounded so perfectly beautiful that I knew I had to take all of her. She was ready. At this point, I was torturing her by making her wait any longer.

I picked her up, stood, then turned around, easing her down on the table as her eyes floated open to meet mine. She finally seemed to see me again as her eyes searched my soul. What did she see when she looked deep into me like that? Did she see how much I wanted her? Did she see how magically appealing she was?

Could she really want me—me, a monster and an alien? No other female of any species ever looked at me like she did. Maybe they never would again. Maybe this was the first and last time anyone would ever ache for me.

And I had no qualms with that.

I leaned back and her thighs unclamped. I took hold of her pants, sliding them off. Her damp panties sent another plume of maddening scent into my nostrils as they passed my face.

I let the clothes fall to the floor. Now she spread herself on the table before me with her legs apart. She made no effort to hide herself. Her eyes widened, still searching, asking, begging, inviting.

My hands migrated up her thighs to her broad, round hips. Her opulence filled my hands, and her dripping desire lay exposed before me. I massaged her hips and drew her toward me, but she still didn't resist. She pushed herself closer to me. She threaded her feet behind my back and pulled me in toward her.

Her eyes skated down my chest to my hips. When she looked up at me, her lips formed a silent word: Please.

It was all too amazingly, stunningly true, then. I wasn't the monster I thought I was. If an angel like her could look at me like that, I must have radically underestimated myself all of these years. I thought I was something detestable or rotten. But it couldn't be true if she looked at me like that.

Those eyes did something to my very being. I gave in to the pressure of her feet and leaned forward. I kissed her and she latched herself onto me with everything she had.

Not yet. I had too many things I wanted to do with her before I gave in to my deepest desires. I sneaked my kisses down her neck to her breasts, but the smell coming from between her legs enticed me with an even stronger craving.

I spread her thighs and let my tongue submerge in the swollen folds between her legs. Her wetness closed around me as she bucked against my mouth. She held onto my horns while I ravaged her, which only encouraged me more.

But I couldn't ignore my throbbing cock any longer. I ripped open my pants and exposed myself fully to the air. She gasped when she glimpsed it, but the way she bit her lower lip told me she wanted me to continue.

I explored her opening with my fingertip, preparing her for what was to come. I delved a little deeper, and her wetness bubbled around my finger as her muscles seized me in a death grip. She angled one leg higher while her foot rested on my shoulder.

I took a chance and slithered one more finger inside. Every escalation brought her to fresh heights of fevered madness.

I then worked her clit with my tongue, easing in the third finger. She contorted on the table with such force that her back and shoulders thumped on the wood. Her cries filled the mess hall, but I hardly heard a thing.

My cock pulsed with hot blood. I had to get inside her before I burst.

I straightened up and looked down at her. Her juices covered my face and filled my lungs with her essence. I put my fingers inside my mouth and tasted her again. So sweet. So beautiful. So ready…

Her lips shivered still, gasping and sobbing in the throes of pleasure. She craned off the table and extended both arms to me. This time, I gave in to my desire and slipped between her legs, laying the length of my cock against her pussy.

Her eyes changed into something unrecognizable. The guarded, respectable IPA officer had completely vanished and left this wild animal in her place. This creature lying before me held nothing back. She longed for me as the source of her pleasure.

Her pussy quivered against my strokes. I allowed myself to drift closer to her opening. Then, before I could stop her, she moved her hips an inch up and took me inside.

Her tightness stopped me after only a few inches. She whimpered and tensed against my thickness. I started to ease back, but just as fast, she grabbed me with her legs. She squeezed me tighter and swallowed me another two inches.

One gentle probe at a time, I worked deeper inside her heat until her wetness enclosed me to the hilt. At last, the head of my cock drilled into her deepest core. Her walls clamped around my shaft. I couldn't escape now.

Her body swayed and rocked with continuous shudders as her muscles stroked my length. For a moment, neither of us moved. I quaked at the incredible intensity of sensation blowing me apart. I couldn't pull out and I couldn't go any deeper. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe.

She destroyed me utterly when she relaxed just enough to ease back. She rocked an inch off my shaft, then slid down on it to the limit. My mind snapped to full alert and my eyes darted to hers. Did she really want to do this? What if I damaged her irreparably?

Then she did it again. Her hot juices fizzed around my veins as she engulfed me in smoldering heat. I couldn't stop the tide. I retreated to her entrance and then slowly… slowly pushed in again.

Her features swam in delirious ecstasy as she moaned. I took hold of her hips and concentrated on doing the job right. The sight of my shaft drilling into her slit electrified me beyond words. Everything about her—her sounds, her drunken eyes—they all bewitched my senses until I couldn't get enough.

She grabbed my wrists and added her efforts to mine. "Please. I need it… Harder."

Did she really say that, or did I just imagine it? I tried to take it easy on her. Her species wasn't built for a cock as big as mine, but she outmaneuvered me each time I tried to ease off.

She hurled herself down on my shaft and took it deep into her most sensitive spots. Her juices spattered and dripped from my balls. She kept calling out to me, "Harder. Please."

I didn't realize I was going so fast and hard, but she didn't try to stop me. Instead, she urged me faster and widened with each penetrating thrust. Her body bounced against my strokes until her ass spanked against my thighs. She arched her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy.