He took away his hand from Agena’s sex, almost shocking her by interrupting his pleasuring of her. Her grip still on his huge, erect prong, she peered up into his desire-filled dark eyes as he said, “I must be in you. Here. Now. I can’t wait to get you into bed. I want to screw you here.”
Thrax stood up. The water cascaded down his fantastically muscled frame and made a sheen on his sinews. He helped Agena to her feet. Nearby was a stack of soft towels, neatly folded. He took two towels and laid them down on the bathroom floor right off the rim of the tub. “Put yourself down there and open your legs,” he commanded. Agena took his meaning. One towel was to rest her head; the other was for the small of her back. She lay herself down on the towels as he said, parting her glistening-wet thighs and showing him what else was glistening-wet and pink between them.
With another curse of unbridled desire, Thrax put his crotch in the junction of Agena’s legs. He took the galvanized length that she had so passionately stroked and fondled, and moved the head of it into the pinkness that she displayed to him. And with one smooth and decisive stroke, he slid his warm, wet erection all the way into her.
Joined at last, Thrax and Agena cried out in unison, Agena’s voice reverberating off the bathroom walls as a wail of joy and Thrax’s voice booming out as a hot and passionate profanity. Agena tightened her athletic thighs around his hips and received him as he hunkered down on her with the heels of his hands pressing the bathroom floor.
He began to ram his meat in and out of her, each blow sending a shockwave of ecstasy into her body and his. Every other man who had ever thrust his piece inside Agena might as well not have existed at all. The way Thrax plunged himself in and out of her, it might as well have been her first time, such was the power with which his massive maleness penetrated her. Agena’s voice turned to a series of stifled screams of all-consuming ecstasy from the fast, hard rhythm of his strokes.
She grabbed onto the pillars of his arms and grasped his body between her thighs, the better to take in every fast, deep stroke and let it reach to her womb. Leaning over her, working himself hard in and out of her, Thrax huffed and puffed euphorically, his face becoming a mask of mad and desperate pleasure. With his every thrust, Agena’s inner walls tightened around him as if to hold his stroking meat in a slippery-wet vise, making them both dizzy with sensual joy. Was it only a man pumping her with such fury and driving the two of them to such surreal bliss, or was it both man and dragon? It did not matter; with every urgent beat inside her, Thrax fused his entire being to Agena’s and turned them into a single mass of steaming, heaving flesh.
Hovering his face over her, Thrax went on puffing and cursing with every frenzied beat of his pole inside Agena’s passage. They were both utterly possessed with pleasure, and he barely had the voice to grunt out, “We’re coming… Uuuhhh, I feel us coming…”
With another hard profanity through clenched teeth, Thrax slammed his throbbing length all the way inside Agena and held it there, making her let loose with a scream of joy—to which her body responded in full. The feeling of orgasm erupted from her loins into her core and spread as a hot, tingling blast wave through her body and up through Thrax’s member and into him.
He threw back his head and roared out one more profanity, and from his sac and through his shaft came a liquid outburst of his own. Gobs of thick man-cream gushed from his phallus into Agena’s depths. He came as if he would come forever, making her womanhood a reservoir of his fluid release.
He grunted like a beast, holding himself in her and giving her everything he had. Even when the coming stopped, he was still as hard as he could be and did not want to take himself out. Agena kept her grip on him with her thighs, telling him by her actions that she wished he could stay in her forever. Thrax did his best to oblige. No longer pouring out his seed, he resumed humping her, now more slowly and deliberately, letting them both savor every stroke.
It took a while for his erection to subside, and even then, he did not pull it out; he let it slip out on its own when he was finally soft enough. Thrax lowered his face to hers for a simmering post-coital kiss, then rested himself on top of her with his legs still in the water. Now all was still and quiet, if only for the moment.
Eventually, he brought himself up on his elbows and kissed her, caressing her mouth with his and licking at her lips. “Now, I take you to bed,” he said. “And I will be on top of you and in and out of you all day and all night. I’m going to screw you like there’s no tomorrow.” He kissed her again. “Except that I’ll screw you more tomorrow. And the next day, and the next…”
Delirious both from what he had just done to her and knowing what he meant to do to her, Agena said, “Don’t ever stop. Oh, don’t ever stop…”
Somehow, they found it in themselves to climb up from the tub and take another couple of towels to dry each other off. Agena found Thrax’s muscles every bit as delightful through the cloth as they were to her bare hands. While rubbing a towel at her hips, Thrax gazed down at where he meant to be spending all his time during their stay in the suite and saw a thick rivulet of whiteness coursing down her inner thighs. He grinned lasciviously, “Look at my cream running out of you. I’m going to have to give you much more.”
“I want all you’ve got,” Agena said, kissing his sexy mouth and nuzzling the stubble on his jawline. “All of it.”
Tossing his towel aside, Thrax took her towel and did the same with it. He swept her up from the floor and gathered her in his arms, making her yelp with surprise and arousal at once. “You’ll get it all,” he said, “in bed.” And kissing her hard to show her that he meant business, he carried her out of the bathroom.
He took her to her bedroom, set her down on the bed, and climbed on it with her. They sat facing each other on their knees as they had done in the tub. Thrax resumed kissing and licking her lips while taking his newly stiffening piston and slipping it under her pubis to play at her waiting folds. “However much any man has sexed you before,” he said, “I will sex you more. I will not stop. I will stay between your legs and own your body. I will make you come until you feel like you’ll never stop coming.”
Agena had never felt so possessed by a man in her life. She groped hungrily up and down his back and buttocks as if to devour him with her hands. Own her body, he’d said. She was prepared to surrender completely and hand it over. Perhaps it was only the purpose for which they were together, or perhaps it was Thrax’s perfect handsomeness and perfect maleness, but she had never in all her life wanted so much to belong to a man. Let him possess her. Let him conquer her; she was there for the taking, and she would take him right back.
She lay down on the bed and put her knees in the air. He did the rest. He took her legs and locked them around his hips once more, and then he descended on her and slid his steely and pulsating length back into her. She moaned until his wet kiss muffled her voice. And Thrax once again began to pump his tool inside her tightness.
He banged her on the bed as hard as he had done at the tub. His full, round sac slammed against her mound, a feeling that thrilled her as much as having his meat moving in and out of her. He parted from the kiss and panted hotly, “Your legs are so strong. They hold me so tight.” He grunted and swore while ramming himself into her, filling her passage with his length and girth.
She threw her arms around his neck and pushed up against him, wanting every centimeter of him, wanting him to penetrate not just her womb but her very being. With his every thrust, Agena was certain that there was no ecstasy in all the galaxy to compare with the pumping of her dragon man’s phallus. How many times would he enter her? It might as well be an infinite number. Nothing would make her happier.
With Thrax on top of her, pounding away with his sex inside hers, the two of them entered a zone of luminous, vibrating bliss. The tightening and releasing of her thighs around his body and her wet and turgid channel around his pumping piston felt like the rhythm of all life. Their voices melted into long moans of commingled de
light. He was so hard, and he did it so hard. She was so wet and willing. It was the perfect combination.
The sweet and searing abandon of shared orgasm spun through their bodies once more, and Thrax gave another thick, wet, white cascade into Agena’s womanhood. He held himself so tightly against her, inside her, on top of her, that it felt to Agena as if his skin would melt itself into hers and his very muscles would become a part of her. But what she most wanted to be a part of her was the member with which he penetrated her.
It felt as if his man-piston was not just an erect and pumping organ but the junction between his being and hers; a living, throbbing connection that made her almost not know where he left off and she began. Reeling from their climax, imagining the white deluge of his seed pouring into her, Agena closed her eyes and made a sound that was part whimper, part sob, and part joyful noise cried out to the creative force of the universe.
Thrax, drained of energy and grateful for the way he had spent it, laid himself down on top of her and rested his head on her shoulder. Agena kept her legs around him and wandered with her hands up and down his back, then grasped the cheeks of his bottom and kneaded them like freshly risen dough.
They were more firm and delicious than any creation of a baker, and warmer. Thrax made long grunting sounds of satisfaction into the junction of her neck and shoulder, appreciating the feeling of her spreading and squeezing his buttocks. “Mmm,” he intoned. “You like my ass as much as you like my tool, don’t you?”
“I like all of you,” she sighed. “I want all of you.”
“You’ll get all that I have,” he said with a naughty bite of her neck.
Lying under Thrax, with his weight pushing down so wonderfully upon her, Agena almost found it difficult to breathe, but she wanted him on top of her all the same. The sheen of perspiration on his muscles smelled of the forest in the morning with dew newly formed on the leaves. Eventually, without her asking, he rolled off her and to one side of the bed, and she folded herself up against him.
Thrax put an arm around her as he’d done at the tub, and they fell together into a half-dozing post-coital bliss. They wanted to drift off into a nap, except a nap would take them out of this moment where they wanted to stay forever—or at least until Thrax’s erection returned, and they both knew that would not take long.
At length, Thrax cursed in a groggy, drunken-sounding voice and said, “That was good. That was bloody awfully good.”
Agena, sounding as if she could yawn, wondered aloud, “Do you think the other couples here are enjoying it as much as we are?”
“There are no other couples,” said Thrax. “There is no world. There is no universe. There is only your body and mine, and what we want to do to each other.”
Agena looked down the vista of flesh and muscle of Thrax’s prone body and found the dragon man’s python lying against his thigh, slowly starting to turn from a massive serpent to a colossal pillar that he would soon plant inside her again. Then he turned and lay on his side facing her, took one hand down to her lady parts, and slipped his fingers through her curtains, exploring her again and starting to make her ready for him—as if she weren’t already. She trembled with pleasure and accepted his warm, moist kiss on her mouth. “You’re right,” she said. “There is no one else.” Another kiss. “This is so good, I’ll bet the others feel this same way.”
“Lacertans enjoy sex more than anything,” he said. “If it weren’t for our problem breeding among ourselves, we would be the most populous colony in space. No doubt we would eventually have to colonize a second planet.”
“‘Breeding.’ That is what this is for, isn’t it?”
“Did you forget?”
“Did you?”
Thrax fixed her with his smoldering look again, as if he could penetrate her with his eyes. “If the truth be known, there is something that I wish.”
She smiled curiously at him. “What would that be?”
“I would wish that it could take a long time to get you pregnant,” he said, continuing to stroke and strum at her sex and keep the warm thrill running through her. “I would wish that we could stay right here, and stay like this, and that I could do nothing but what I’ve been doing to you in the bath and in bed.”
“Seriously?” Agena asked, almost unable to think for all the pleasure. “You love it that much?” The waves of pleasure threatened to make her unable to speak. She kissed him and sucked at his lips, making him grunt.
“I absolutely love it that much,” he said, sensing the rising rapture in her and knowing he must take his time and not make her come, which would make him come. It was the same caution he’d felt in the tub, and he switched from fingering her inside to softly petting her mound.
Her mind clearing somewhat, Agena asked, “And you wouldn’t miss being out there, doing your duty? Patrolling? Protecting? Serving?”
“I would feel the absence of my duty, true,” said Thrax. “And it would weigh heavily on me. But what I would feel sexing you morning, noon, and night would more than compensate.”
Agena, still savoring his petting down below, made a shrugging look, considering his words. “Well…there is a chance you may get your wish. You know, some people end up staying here for weeks, even months, trying to conceive.”
“Then here is to weeks and months,” Thrax replied. “We should drink a toast to it -- if I ever allow you out of this bed.”
She almost giggled at that. “We can’t stay in bed every minute.”
“True,” said Thrax. “I’ll want to screw you in the bath again. And in the common room by the fire. And on the sofas and the chairs. And on the carpets.” Agena broke into laughter now, in spite of her efforts to control it. Thrax went on, “And in my bedroom. And on the terrace. And out on the grounds.” She laughed more. “I want to do it to you everywhere, all the time. And I’ll want to do it even when you’re pregnant.” He kissed her, a hearty and lusty kiss that told her his energy was returning. “I want you,” he said.
“And I want you,” she said back, and kissed him, a long, slow, meaningful kiss. He put his fingers back in her again, making her gasp, and she responded by grasping his now full-on erection and tugging at the hot meat that had given her such boundless joy.
Presently, they were back to the reason for their stay.
In the hours and days that followed, Thrax and Agena gave themselves wholeheartedly—and full-bodied—into their physical relationship, and began to strike a satisfying balance between purpose and pleasure. With the data collector adhering to Agena’s wrist and promising them a shared climax every time, they took to learning how to measure and control their responses to each other and prolonging sex for their mutual satisfaction.
They were at it all the time, in all the places that Thrax had listed. And they quickly added plentiful oral sex to their routine. Thrax stretched out on the bed and presented her with his manly prize, and she put her face between his legs and took it into her mouth, impressing him with the skill with which she swallowed it and the amount of his length she could take down in one gulp.
He flexed his body and legs at her sucking, giving himself into the wet delight that she gave him, and letting her feast on the round, mouth-filling softness at the base of his shaft. She kissed him up and down his inner thighs and returned her attentions to his man-pillar, licking and sucking and sending him into flight without his wings.
Thrax more than returned the favor when he in turn went down on her. He concentrated his pleasuring mostly on her joy bud, alternately licking and sucking at it, painting it with the tip of his tongue. When he felt the volcano of her orgasm threatening to erupt and set him off, he carefully slid his tongue away and took to licking her mound up and down and kissing at her sex-lips, sending her from an eruption to long rumblings of bliss. They rolled together on the bed and maneuvered into a 69 formation, with Agena devouring Thrax’s meat and Thrax grazing at her flower at the same time.
The combined pleasures grew to be more than the
y could withstand, and Thrax withdrew his sex from her mouth, took his place on top of her again, and gave it back into where he had so voraciously licked, pumping her with force and ecstasy that built in him and her as well, bringing them to their fiery outcome and his wet, copious outpouring.
All this they did, in Agena’s bed and Thrax’s, and everywhere else in the suite. He did everything he’d promised. He stretched her out by the sunken tub, gave her womanhood a ravenous eating and a mad drilling, and deluged her womb with seed. He sat at the edge of the tub and let her devour his tube-steak and fill her mouth with his plums.
He sat on the chairs and sofa of the common room and had her sit on his lap and impale herself on his quivering pole and ride him to a wet and explosive finish. He rolled with her on the carpets and pinned her down for a frenzied pounding that made them both shout with abandon when he brought them to climax.
They lit one fire in the sunken hearth, then Thrax lit another by laying her down beside it and laying himself on top of her for a ferocious pounding and an orgasm as hot as the flame. They went out onto the balcony, and Thrax bent her over the railing, spread her legs, and slipped his scepter into her wetness, banging furiously on her bottom while drilling her channel and reaching around to grasp and squeeze her breasts, a plundering that took them once again into a flight of ultimate satisfaction.
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