It was a huge and mighty weapon, not of battle but of passion: longer and thicker than any staff of manhood that she had ever seen, its blunt head peering with its one flaring eye from his
foreskin and shedding a large dollop of man-sap like the trunk of a tree of veiny flesh. Joanna was ready to fall back on the bed and submit to what he wanted to do with that large and looming limb of his manhood…
…but it was his arms that reached for her first, pulling the robe from her shoulders and down her body, whipping it from her and tossing it to one side on the floor, exposing her own nakedness. As decisively as he might move in some battle, Rawn then dropped to his knees
before her and spread her legs apart.
He slipped his fingers up between her thighs and into her most womanly place, and again began to feel at its slick and supple wetness. At the same time, he lowered his knightly-handsome face to her bosom and drew one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. Joanna exulted with a whine of pleasure at the feeling of him sucking wetly at her nipple, then at her other nipple, while he played with her sex.
With every suck of his lips, lap of his tongue, and flick of his fingers, she felt her objections to him become all the more feeble. They no longer mattered. All that mattered was the way Rawn now made her feel.
As quickly and suddenly as he had picked her up to carry her to the bedroom, Rawn took his fingers and mouth from Joanna and stood up before her again. Now, he took the steely hard trunk of his manhood in one hand and lifted her chin up to him with the other. He moved his massive and pulsing root to her lips and smeared his nectar onto them, and put his maleness in Joanna’s mouth.
Now, her entire world became the feeling of his length and thickness and hardness filling her mouth, and the saltiness of his man-nectar on her tongue. There was so much of him! Would he choke her, gag her, hurt her? Rawn seemed to sense what was going through her mind as he put himself in her mouth.
Through much experience with many partners, he had learned how carefully to feed his meat to her and how much a woman could be expected to take. Gently but steadily, he slipped two-thirds of his rod between her lips and over her tongue, and stopped and held it there.
He was so delicious and stretched her jaws so much, Joanna could do nothing but utter a sound of “Mmm…” while swallowing him, sending a sensuous vibration up through the shaft and into Rawn’s body.
The needing, desiring Knight tossed back his head and let out a sound that Joanna had never heard come from a man until now, a sound of years of unspent passion released into one stroke over her tongue. She realized again how long he had gone without doing this to a woman of any world that he knew, and how much he missed sex with a woman of his own kind or with a human.
She wanted to make it the wonderful completion of his homecoming—emphasis on the
“coming.” Without him asking her, Joanna reached up and around him and took his large, hard, firm buttocks in her hands and began to squeeze at them. Rawn, in response, started to pump his rod slowly in and out of her mouth, orally sexing her as no other man had ever done.
Rawn pumped her mouth as if to let Joanna feast on him forever. She clutched his
buttocks as a hungry woman sinks her fingers into a loaf of warm bread to tear it in two. He let his root slip from her mouth and urgently called to her, “My balls! Get my balls…!”
He spread his legs farther apart, and she leaned her face more deeply into him, taking in his musky scent even as her tongue found the warm and fleshy roundness of the tender sac at the base of his root. She slathered her tongue all over his delicate pouch, then took his man-berries into her mouth, first one and then the other.
“Ah, yes…YES!” he cried, feeling himself become a meal of manliness for her. The powerful muscles tightened and trembled with pleasure up and down his body. Joanna felt him react and sucked him harder, wondering how much he could take. She realized that his enhanced strength had rendered him at least partly invulnerable.
Was he as invulnerable down here as the rest of his body? How much could he take? She
devoured him with relish and care at once, letting his response tell her how hard to suck. The tremors in his muscles and the ecstatic rumbling of his voice told her she was doing it just right. Her own senses told her that he was delicious.
Stroking her hair, Rawn leaned his head down again and asked, “Put my piece in your mouth again.” She did, gorging herself once more on his length and hardness. This time, he let her control the motion, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft and listening to the grunts and moans of his delight. He was so hard and tasted so good! How much better would he be when he finally mounted her?
As if he sensed the question, Rawn pulled himself back and out of her mouth, and his tool bounced up and down teasingly in Joanna’s face. He lifted her face up to look again into his eyes, and she saw that the moment was at hand. “Get up on the bed,” he said. “I want to be in you down there.” He pointed to her sex. “Let me screw you now.”
She did not hesitate. Eagerly, she bounded back and crawled on her bottom up the bed until she could lean her head back on the pillows. Lying down, she opened her legs for him and showed Rawn what he wanted more than anything else at this moment. It was pink and wet and delicate and ready. Like a hungry, predatory beast, he climbed up the bed after her and put himself between her open thighs. He lowered himself onto her, nestling his loins together with hers—and with a decisive, plundering stroke, he slid his moistened, steely, throbbing length through her folds and all the way into her.
Rawn hurled back his head and shouted as if already in the throes of an all-consuming orgasm, and Joanna knew that it was not a too-early climax that now claimed him, but rather the fulfillment of a desire too long denied. Her body was now becoming the conduit of something he had missed for too many years, and was the recipient of the press of flesh and muscles on top of her that had gone too long without the union he was now feeling.
The pleasure of his long, massive phallus reaching to her womb, his muscles and weight crushing her into the mattress, his chest hair rustling against her soft breasts and hard nipples, was
absolutely uncanny. She tightened herself around him like a vise, feeling filled with all the
manly sex in the galaxy. At the top of his lungs, Rawn bellowed out the word that began with “F” that Knights of Lacerta did better than anyone else on a thousand planets. And once he shouted it, he began to do it.
Joanna shuddered under him, shuddered at the way he filled her up and pressed her down, and sensed that he wanted to do it hard, very hard, with all his formidable might. But he did not. Rawn was wary of his strength and knew that, for all the lust he could bring to bed, he dared not do it to a woman as hard as he was capable.
If he brought all of his strength to bear when screwing, he could shatter a woman’s pelvis or even kill her. He had learned to hump a woman slowly, carefully, deliberately—which made the experience all the more intense for both of them. With a steady and measured beat, he began to take her, thrusting inside her wet and quivering passage with exactly the right amount of force to keep their all-consuming pleasure at its height without injuring Joanna.
She slipped into what she could perceive only as a zone of cosmic bliss at the urgent, constant, but precise strokes of his pulsating pole inside her tightening wetness. To her, she was being banged with the discipline and skill of the ultimate warrior, someone who took no prisoners in battle and accepted nothing less than total surrender in bed.
And surrender she did, giving herself in to every perfect, demanding stroke, yielding herself up to every deep and delicious penetration. It was a sex beyond any and all other sex she had ever experienced. If she never had a man inside her again, she could live forever on the feeling of being supremely screwed by Sir Rawn Ullery.
He lay himself down fully on top of her and continued drilling his hardness steadily into her wetness, feeling her thighs hold him tightly while he took full command of he
r womanhood. He lowered his face into the base of her neck and kissed and gave love bites to her neck and shoulder, making Joanna squirm while in a state of complete submission to the pumping of his piston in her warm and turgid sheath.
As he drilled deeply into her, Joanna floated deeper into the zone of bliss to which he had taken her. In screwing her, Rawn was truly possessing her, and with every stroke of his colossal tool, she welcomed the possession. After a seemingly endless euphoria of humping and stroking, Rawn lifted his head again and kissed her, wetly, hungrily. Keeping their faces together, he breathed out in a voice tortured by ecstasy, “I’m getting close… I’m going to come, Joanna… I’m going to shoot into you…” His voice dissolved into sex-drunk moans, and he pumped on and on, the pleasure of his stroking meat consuming them both.
Joanna held him and let him go on, sensing what was rising and building in him,
preparing herself for when the moment hit. When it did, she felt it. She felt something like a long peal of thunder up and down his body as he held himself all the way in her. She kept her arms and legs as tight around him as she could, and he bought his mouth down onto hers again, seizing her with the suppleness of his lips and the wetness of his tongue.
And the thunder in his body went on, and he grunted loudly into the kiss, and from deep inside him to deep inside her, there was a mighty deluge of thick, slippery wetness, a dam burst of white seed that poured freely and copiously, filling her up. Rawn locked their bodies together that way for a long time, pouring out his man-milk into her receiving depths.
He released her from his kiss, but not from his humping. Even after all that, he was still as hard as ever, something else that, in the back of her mind, Joanna knew was the result of his enhancements. Much as Lacerta Knights were known to have the greatest sexual stamina of all living men, Rawn had a sexual stamina and endurance greater than any of his peers.
She was being taken by the ultimate partner, the ultimate stud. She had been a fool ever to refuse his body and his phallus. After his orgasm, Rawn resumed pumping, returning to his steady and mind-boggling beats. Joanna relaxed under him only slightly, still holding him while he stroked in and out of her, but just letting herself go now.
He could easily go on this way for hours, she knew, and she would be only too happy to lie under him and let him. The feeling of his sex slowly began to change, and she suddenly knew that he had found that one sweet spot inside her and was directing his thrusts at it. Her eyes
widened and her breath quickened. Groping his awesome, magnificent body up and down, Joanna knew what Rawn was doing. He was going to screw her into an orgasm of her own. He beat on and on inside her, and her anticipation rose ever higher, until the feelings he was giving her with that incredibly long, thick tool built up to an explosion of pleasure that made her cry out and bounce her voice off the ceiling while her back arched beneath him.
He continued to hammer away at that spot, stroking the orgasm out of her. It was almost as if her flesh turned molten beneath him, and he smiled a wicked and un-Knightly smile at the knowledge of what he had done to her. Joanna finally went limp beneath him, all the tension drained from her limbs, and drew in deep breaths of air filled with his heat and perspiration.
In the end, they lay still, Rawn on top of her and still sheathed in her female inner tube, Joanna lying almost still under him. Her only motion was the drifting of her hands up and down his back and over his buttocks. He had given her the sex to end all sex—except she knew that it was not about to end. This sex with Rawn, Joanna was sure, had only barely begun. And Rawn groggily lifted his face back to hers for another molten kiss, telling her how right she was.
At some point in the night, Joanna, lying under Rawn with eyes closed, having been sexed almost into a dream state, felt the poignant pang of his pulling out of her and rolling to one side of the bed. They lay next to each other, buzzing in every cell of their bodies, on sheets warmed and scented with everything that Rawn had done on top of her, and a silence fell over the room until Rawn looked over to find her lying there, staring up at the ceiling with a look that suggested she was gazing through it and out to the stars.
“Joanna?” Reaching over to take her by the hand, he softly called her name. “Joanna? How do you feel?”
With a little sigh, “I’m thinking more about how you feel. Incredible. Wonderful.
Fantastic. That was just so…” Words failing her seemed to have become a recurring problem. “Oh, Rawn, I can’t even believe how good that was.”
He rolled to her, leaned his torso over her, and enwrapped her lips in his kiss once again. She found his kiss as rapturous as the main thing he’d done to her that night.
He kept himself half on top of her, enclosed by his enormous arms. “Yes, that was good. That was perfect. I needed to be laid this way so very much. I’m very happy, Joanna. I’m
happy that you let me.” He paused long enough to kiss her again, and she fondled the massive muscles of his arms. Slipping from the kiss, he said, “And Joanna…I’m glad that you’re happy. I’m very glad that you didn’t let this get away from us.
I want you to know that I understand the way you felt. I understand your worries about your ethics and your integrity. Those are not just words to me. I know what they mean. I know what it means to you. I’m grateful that you’re not sorry that you let this be.”
“No, Rawn,” said Joanna, “I’m not. There’s a saying that goes back to Earth, hundreds of years ago. The things we regret most in life are the things we don’t do. I think, deep down, I
always knew that if I left Lacerta without letting this happen, I would have regretted it. And wherever I went and whatever I did, I would have wondered where you were, what you were
doing—who you were doing it to. And I would have wondered if I’d ever see you again and we’d have another chance.”
“We would have had another chance, I know. Sometime, somehow, I would have gotten the two of us into bed and had your sex the way I have tonight. But I’m glad it was now, Joanna. I’m very happy.”
And he leaned down and kissed her again. Joanna felt as if she could lose herself in his kiss as easily as his penetration. She would have welcomed losing herself in all of him.
When they broke again, she licked his lips and said, “Rawn…?”
“Yes, Joanna?”
“Do it again. Please.”
He smiled, a smile of arousal burning in dragon flame. “You know that I will. Neither of us is leaving this bed. I’ll stay the night. I want to be nowhere but inside you.” He took her hand from one of his arms and guided it down between his legs, letting it close on the dragon’s hardened dragon. “I want to put this in you and never take it out.”
Plundering Joanna’s mouth with the most all-consuming kiss yet, Rawn climbed onto her again and she guided the dragon back into her wet, soft cave. What followed was an inferno of their bodies commingling. Rawn gave her another drilling that made her feel as if her bones were filled with hot coal. He poured more waves of hot seed deep into her, and found again the spot inside her that sent her into surpassing ecstasy.
They curled together into a “69” and Rawn licked her folds and mound and rolled his tongue over her love nub, while Joanna buried her head at the junction of his thighs and once again feasted on his male meat and dumplings. He licked her to another climax, which sent sparks through her body and up into her brain to turn her entire consciousness into a bright and flashing tingle.
She pulled at his pulsing tool with her mouth and made him tear his own mouth from her sex and cry out with another climax of his own, and this time, he sent his thick, creamy outpouring onto her tongue. She held his fountain in her mouth and swallowed down the gobs of seed that he squirted into her mouth, and they felt joined together more than ever.
They climbed under the covers together, not to sleep but to be ever more intimate
between the sheets. Rawn mounted her and entered her time and time again, turning her
night into a journey of thrusting and pulsating joy. He was tireless, relentless, taking long times of stroking in and out to reach every new climax and take her to peaks of her own joy. Joanna could not believe it was possible for a man to do it that much, until she remembered who it was on top of her and gave in to the feelings with which his thrusting hardness filled her. She was the prisoner of the dragon’s fiery desire and would not have it any other way.
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As morning came near, Joanna was blissed out under him yet again and had lost count of the number of times Rawn had pumped her beyond the bounds of ecstasy. With a final thrust all the way into her, he released himself again and flooded the depths of her womanhood with his manly stream. She felt his muscles shudder mightily with orgasm yet again, and he settled down upon her, still nestled between her parted thighs and sheathed inside her.
More contented than she ever thought it possible for her to be, she let Rawn lie on her with his head on her shoulder. She caressed his back and his buttocks and drank in the pure deliciousness of his body. For a while, she thought he would go to sleep on top of her, but at last, he said in a drowsy voice, “You feel so good. So good…”
Joanna smiled, letting Rawn roll away and lie down beside her, finally sinking into sleep. Slick and sticky between her legs and all the way down her inner thighs from hours of his sex, resting on sheets wet with his ejaculate, she cuddled up with him and rested her head on the fleshy, hairy plateau of his chest. In the first light of morning, she gazed down the awe-inspiring body that had so wonderfully dominated her all night and found the root of the greatest joy she had ever known resting against his leg, still thick and tempting, dribbling seed onto his thigh. And she imagined how it must be inside her now, where she was filled with so much of what was now seeping onto his thigh.
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