by Isoellen
Why was he doing this? She needed something different. Bigger and thicker, this was not the masculine flesh she craved. This was pleasurable, decadent agony.
Unable to form words, Annabell moaned and whimpered. She couldn’t hold still, couldn’t control her muscles, the jerking of her hips or inner clench of her core.
As if finished assessing how wet and swollen he had made her, Doku-ni thrust two fingers in her tight center again. He went slow, rubbing at the sides. She felt everything. The deliberate in and out movement and slow roll of the hard, round fruits pressing against the walls of her vagina.
Rolling against each other, massaging the hidden tissue of her channel while she reflexively squeezed back, the fruit discovered new sensitive places. They touched—something.
He found a place inside of her, near her bladder, an undiscovered raised button where every nudge went straight to overwhelming and robbed her of breath.
In and out.
Steady, fluid, hard, finger stabs into her body.
The round balls of orange citrus fruits moving, teasing, making her womb flutter and tremble. Her hands braced at his knees, she followed the rhythm of his thrusts, his in and out was her back and forth. Her head spun with the awful, dirty, glorious pleasure of what he was doing.
She moved, groaning low and brutish each time that spot was touched. Taunted by the knowledge of the ecstasy he revealed to her, in the possibility of more to come, she chased her own climax. At the edge of her need, her body sang with joy.
He pulled his fingers out, stopping her from tipping over that edge. Replacing them with his cock, she thought he would shove himself inside along with those maddening ball-shaped fruits. He did not. Aligning his cock with her slit, positioning himself so that the conical head rubbed against the hard bud of her clit, he stayed outside her body, making her ride him. Took his own pleasure.
His thick cock stroked back and forth, the tip at her woman's nub. Helpless. Owned by his will. She worked herself over his length. His crude actions put her above all else, at his center, and that addictive feeling of being his sent her reeling closer to climax. She moaned with each piston move of his cock, each stroke sinking her farther into a circle of trust and connection.
It felt so good. Her thighs quivered and arms shook. Each time she thought she could scream in completion, he changed the trajectory of his cock or pressed on the dark rose of her back opening, breaking her rhythm, not letting her have what she wanted.
"Please. What are you doing? I can't take this."
Not missing a beat, he repositioned her in a dizzying rush of motion, turning her to face him with her legs splayed wide around his waist. Still dizzy from the movement, he took over her gaze, his beautiful white eyes capturing hers.
His answer was to stop completely?
Before she asked, begged, he hushed her with a finger tap to her lips. Waited until she felt the weight of unsaid things fill up the space between their bodies in the same way he'd filled up the empty crevice inside of her. Watching her closely, he poured silent declarations into the area between their heartbeats.
Their breath mingled—her pants and his measured breathing.
Then, taking up her hands, Doku-ni brought them to his neck. Steeped in desire, the tune of this moment changed, lowered. Lust converted to emotion as she touched the cut seam of the scar where his shoulders started. The deep groove hid a horrendous secret: a tight, metallic choker. Ejecting the short sharp claws at his fingertips, he dug into the skin right next to the metal.
Annabell opened her mouth to protest.
His free hand wrapped around her throat, stopping her.
As he dug a claw into his skin, he held her eyes, held her soul. Deliberately inflicting a crude surgery on himself, he gouged into his neck, digging until he managed to get his claw under a gold wire. Sparks of fire danced down the surface, one after another. With a twist and a pull, he snapped the thing, unwinding it from his throat, leaving the skin gaping. Did she see muscle?
Broken, the gold wire turned black. It steamed. He tossed it aside. She didn't understand what was right before her eyes. What he did. What it meant. A shake of his head silenced her questions. Instead, he gathered up her hands and placed them on the metal rectangle at the base of his throat. He guided her to pinch the metal between her fingers as he did the same.
He penetrated her being with his gaze, conveying a message she couldn't interpret, but felt in the region of her heart. This moment grew between them, full of meaning. She would always remember this.
Directing her, together they yanked on the metal, pulling it out of his neck. Annabell cried out, expecting blood to gush from his throat, the vital area severed. The metal brought flesh with it, leaving behind a gaping slit.
"What did you do?" She lurched forward too late, trying to stop the madness. But he kept her hands from going to his throat, from saving him. Annabell screamed her distress.
He hissed out of breath, a shhh, meant to calm.
She sobbed, "Why, why did you do that?"
His lips moved. "Anna."
His direct, raw gaze froze her. "Anna."
Annabell gasped.
Ripped skin healed, filled in, creating a scar like a straight cut through leather. He didn't bleed. Not a drop. And his flesh repaired itself right before her eyes, knitting itself smooth. Some of it flaked between them like dust. Metal out of him, he folded her hands around it, pressing it against her heart.
"Anna is all Doku-ni ni-orki-ror-ess eye wants. Anna is Doku-ni redress."
His voice, his beloved voice. Raspy and raw, he breathed it over her. His chest heaved with emotion. "Anna is Doku-ni reward. Doku-ni everything. Anna Doku-ni so-humonn-ror'si-ess. Husband. Wife."
Tears ran in streaks down her face. He cupped her neck in both hands, bringing her closer. "Anna honors Doku-ni."
Metal piece dropped side, she touched his lips where that voice, and all her memories came from, saying, "Anna is Doku-ni redress. Doku-ni is ni-orki-ror-ess husband, mate, friend. My One. My Orki."
He growled at her declaration, his voice yanking the strings of all her nerves, straight to her center. What he could do to her with just his sounds, make her helpless, make her come. The growl vibrated through the sensitive peak of her clit, up the sleeve of her vagina, and around the ring of her cervix. She contracted again and again around the hard, round fruits lodged inside. The things rolled together with her contractions. Too much, she twitched in his hold, control over her muscles and limbs lost in the fire of peak after peak.
His growl had enough effect on its own, but he added the powerful yet tender hold on her throat and his addictive scent to the mix anyhow. Combined with her stuffed womb and those fresh bits of bliss, he sent her into rapture.
She bucked in his lap, spilling cum all over him, while one hand held her in its grasp and the other squeezed her heavy breasts. He spoke in reverent tones, his common words clear but scratchy. "Anna is light, soft, beauty."
When his throat-hold loosened, she sucked in a breath. His hand there had a direct tie to her womanhood. Every time his palm tightened, her core tightened with it, squeezing in response. Under his control, the sweet fruit in her passage moved, provoking that spot, agitating, sending her soaring. He held her there a moment. Let her breathe. Showed her who they would be together.
There was no one else in the world. Nothing else mattered but this. He tightened his grip again, taking away her ability to breathe until she grew dizzy. His white eyes searched hers, making her wait before giving air back again, with a rushing wave of gasping and clenching.
When he let her breathe again, she still twitched, control over her muscles and nerves lost, Annabell sagged in his hand. She hummed drunkenly, her breath slowing. Doku-ni brought her close enough to kiss the tears on her cheeks. He soothed her until the air moved easy in her lungs and the violence of her passion calmed.
Between her legs again, he smeared through her wetness, painting her thighs and belly and nip
ples with it. Annabell sighed, drained of energy, her mind full of this male. She wanted to speak, but her mouth refused to shape words.
Some of her mad urgency satisfied, she relaxed as he explored her shape, her textures, sliding his fingers through her folds. His metal plate removed, his sounds and tones were clearer, longer. One of his slow, long growls worked her body over like a lash, forcing feeding her more pleasure and more slick, leading her places she didn't know she wanted to go.
"Doku-ni. Doku-ni, Undroo-orki-ur-Doku-ni." The Orkish words were a moan, suddenly there from her memory. I see you, I belong to you. We are one.
"Mine. I see you. I see you, Anna-Doku-ni ni-orki-ror-es. Doku-ni take treasure, Doku-ni take redress. Doku-ni take bride. Anna mine." A finger inside of her, he pushed at the fruits, rolling them. They moved against that spot, zapping her spine in helpless, luxurious pleasure. Eyes watering, face hot—she was at his mercy. Unable to speak, she took what he gave.
When he brought his hand back from between her legs, two of the orange-colored fruits rolled in his palm, dripping with her essence. While she watched, one by one, he licked them clean with the point of his tongue. The sight was filthy and decadent—an attack against idea after idea about who she was and the things she thought she wanted.
An attack he won. Because now she understood this sharing. He wanted her. He delighted in her. Her taste, her body, her flavors were all delicious to him. Still over his lap, two by two, he cleared her of what he had filled her with, making her watch as he licked each fruit clean and ate them.
Chapter 12
No Room For Woe
Emptied, Annabell immediately wanted to be filled again. Her vagina pulsated with want—it was time for his cock.
She tightened her legs around his waist, reaching for the length of his cock, impatient. It was bigger and differently shaped than any cock she had chanced to glance. The club of it filled her palm. Alive and vital in her hands, she knew he was too big for her body and didn't care.
But her Orki directed what happened between them, not Annabell. He set the pace. Moving Annabell's groping hands away, he took control, opening his legs underneath her and changing positions.
Annabell found herself on her back, looking up. "Please. I need this. Need you. I have waited so long."
"Doku-ni wait longer." With her legs up against his chest, he fit them together, his hands under her bottom lifting her to accommodate their height difference. He slid his cock into her crevice again. She wanted to move, feel the delicious back-and-forth slide. Trapped under him by the mass of his bulk and power, she only maintained control over her innermost hidden muscles.
When he lifted himself on his arms, tilting to look at where they would connect with each other, he murmured, awe in his voice, "Mine. All Doku-ni Anna Orki."
Annabell wanted to see too. The Orki's pubic area was hairless, and heavy testicles dangled beneath his shaft/ The words burst out of her, "You’re bigger than the bull."
He grunted. "Anna is redress. She drinks the milk, ready for Doku-ni."
White at the bulging base, flushing to pink, the spear-shaped head of his cock was obscenely red, dripping with milky fluid. He sawed it between the gaping swell of her sex. Her view of them together was beautifully, intimately lewd. "Anna is ready for Doku-ni, please."
With a shift of his hips, he entered her with the tip. Annabell reared back, grappling at his arms, a gasp caught in her throat. Waves of emotion swamped her while he pumped the head of his shaft in and out of her opening, forging their connection, making her his. This transformed her, redefined her, now a different person in a different body, recreated, desired, and wanted.
Surrendering to him, her ankles near his shoulders, he pushed in and out of her body, and she howled her delight at being an Orki war bride.
"In, in, in, in," she cried out with every push. Why didn't he just tear through her, sink up to his root, and possess her? Why did he wait? Every move built her want, summoned liquid, tested her enlarged clit. She reached between them, touching herself, her fingers sinking into the soft wet to find that erect bit of pleasure. In response to her own fingers, energy shimmered through her limbs, a driving arch of lust bursting in stars behind her eyelids.
"Yes, Doku-ni Anna. Touch for Doku-ni. Undroo-orki-ur-Doku-ni. Bring Anna's heat. Now. Do it now." The velvet hammer of his growl twisted through his words. She didn't process what he said as much as the sound and demand.
"Do it now," he commanded.
It was enough to set her core off, a spasm rolling through her in a hard wave
He shoved himself inside of her—burning, stretching hurt, pulling at his push, squeezing erratic beats around his possession. Nothing would stop this male from completing the mating. Her muscles and organs responded to that growl of his, to the viscous milk from his cock, opening her center with a direct line to her emotions.
Annabell felt the silk of his skin, their essence blending with each thrust. In, in, in, deeper and deeper with every movement. Lifting her higher, he found the one spot inside of her that sent her over, flying every time he touched it. Wet against wet, flesh against flesh; he rubbed and tormented her with every thrust.
Beyond understanding, her body ruled by peak after gasping peak, the change of pleasure to pain barely registered. The incredible sensation deepened when his end hit her cervix. Every pump of his hips spurted fluid from him. She kept a hand between them where she could feel their bodies becoming one. Her fingers were drenched in the sloppy mess of Doku-ni fucking her cunt. Not thinking, she brought the wet to her mouth, tasting. It was musky, salty, sweet, them together. Her eyes rolled at the addictive flavor. This was the taste, the drink she had been craving for days.
Pleased, he watched her lick her fingers. "Yes, Doku-ni-Anna. Take Doku-in inside of you. Take Doku-ni deep." He rammed his hips forward—his body stiffening into a plank as he reached his peak.
Like flipping a gear, he shifted Annabell onto another level, and pain spread out from her pelvis, rippling through her bones. Followed up by hot currents of pleasure. Annabell gushed cum all over his Orki shaft. Pelvis to pelvis now, he no longer moved back and forth with such frenzy. Leaning over with his arms around her, he locked them together. She could feel herself shivering around his cock. That cock of his grew bigger, filling all her empty spaces. The pain of it ringing high and lovely in melody with his soothing purr.
Connected to her, throbbing inside her, he twisted them so that she lay spread open on top of his body. Hands at her waist, moving his hips in sharp jabs, he groaned, his shape owning hers, marking Annabell with spurt after spurt of his cum.
"Yes, my Anna. Claim you, keep you, want you, my redress woman."
Weak and shivering on top of him while he kept spilling inside her, Annabell moaned. "Don't leave me. Don't leave me again. Promise. I can't take it now. I can't."
He was inside her, connected, fulfilling every daring hope. The sudden sharp fear this couldn't, wouldn't last, consumed her. The curse ate every one. They all left her. And this time she would die. She knew it.
"Forever, Doku-ni Anna. Forever." His hands soothed, hot and caressing, reassuring.
Annabell believed him. He was Orki. He would fulfill his promises. The knowledge of it made her restful. Floating in waves of humid pleasure, she couldn't hold on to consciousness. She gave up her body to him, his Orki heat bound to her human female, and slept.
The sickness let her take a brief, deep rest. But Annabell woke to discover that his cock was hard between them instead of inside of her. Immediately wanting it, she wiggled to get it back.
"Anna, drink water first." He pressed that damn pouch to her lips again.
She didn't want it. It smelled wrong. Transformed to a creature of instinct, all she wanted was her Orki. But he wouldn't change his mind. "Anna, drink water first."
"I will drink when I am thirsty." She turned her head away, working her hips, her hand fumbling around his length. Under the sliding skin, she felt subtle r
idges. Not human, his cock confused her, sliding her hand up, exploring his shape, the tip of his shaft moved, opened—flaring at the edge.
"Does this open inside of me? Is this why you feel so big?"
"Anna, drink," he insisted, stopping her play. The heat of his palm opened over the back of her neck, claiming her attention.
His expression alone made her open and obey the command.
Water squirted into her mouth until she felt like she couldn't take anymore, not another drop. It sloshed inside her and made her feel sick. She would have complained, but he distracted her yet again, bucking his hips, letting her feel his shaft against her. Yes, that was what she needed. Him inside of her. Not only did uniting with him feel wonderful, but the closeness washed away her years of loneliness.
