“There is no can’t between us.”
The vibrations of the ring intensified sending aching pulses of lust pouring into her resolve, drowning it in a tangle of desire that was so much more. She needed Deuce. So much. Eden opened her hands, and pushed him away. “You have to let me go, Dusan.”
He pulled her face into his shoulder as he pulled her onto his cock. Her body opened on a cry of ecstasy as her mind exploded with a nauseating swirl of bright color. His “Never” echoed through the chaos, pulling the edges of the kaleidoscope into the center. Streaks of yellow flashed the dark perimeter, adding to the mental confusion.
“Wrap your legs around me, Edie mine.”
The order welled out of the center of the spiral, dispersing the colors outward again. She pulled away, losing her bearings. Color swarmed her mind, listing to the left and then the right as she struggled to find a pattern in the morass.
“Hold onto me.”
She did, as hard as she could, with her legs, her arms, her mind. His voice was the only thing solid in the careening landscape in which she found herself. He pulled her hard onto him, surging so deep it felt like he pierced her soul, the colors paused and shimmered with the same breathless anticipation that froze her as she ached around him. He was too much, it was too much. She shook her head. “No.”
“Everything, my heart.
She found a thread of her voice. “I can’t.”
With relentless purpose he pulled back and thrust deeper, forcing her past what she thought was possible. “You will.”
His tone brooked no denial. His cock accepted no resistance. Her body offered none, her mind couldn’t find any. Even tied in the lab she hadn’t felt this helpless, this out of control. “Oh God, Dusan. Please help me.”
“I am here.” The assurance echoed off the different colors, leaving small sparks of light lingering in its wake.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Just feel me. Feel me in you.”
As if she had any choice. “You’re too much.”
“I am what you need.”
“They’ll kill you.”
“They cannot.”
“They’ll take Jalina.”
“They will not.”
“You’re her only hope.”
“You will trust me.” He thrust the last two inches into her. The scream tore from her throat as red poured over the colors, drowning them in a churning sea. In the distance a black cloud formed, racing toward her, turning the waves it covered from red to burgundy. “More Edie. Take all of me.”
There was a pain in her throat, followed by a strong suction and then a surge of pleasure that ricocheted through her so fast it snapped her head back. She ground her pussy into his groin, needing more. He pulled her thighs wider, granting her wish, until it was too much. She fought but he wouldn’t let her get away, just held her there and forced her to accept what she couldn’t. The pain in her throat abated. The black cloud spread and slowed. Her pussy ached and throbbed. Her clit strained. The ring bounced and burned.
“I take you into my protection, mate. My heart for yours. My life for yours. My soul for yours. Through this time and the next.” She had an impression of black eyes staring at her from the black cloud, holding it back, demanding something from her. She wanted to give it. Whatever he wanted, she wanted to give it. “I don’t understand.”
“Do you want my seed, Edie?”
“I don’t know.” She didn’t know what she needed. She ached and throbbed with an emptiness she couldn’t stand and a need she couldn’t define.
“You know.” His desire swamped her. She could feel how hungry he was. How his cock ached for her, how full his balls were. How he burned for her.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
The eyes grew in size. The sense of urgency grew. The ache intensified. “I can’t.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need your seed?”
“How much?” The cloud shimmered along the edges with glints of silver.
She wrapped her legs around him, and pulled him closer, moaning when her raw flesh protested. “All of it. All you can give me.”
The eyes flashed as red as the sea in her mind, and then she was empty. Before she could protest, he was back, driving into her harder than before. His desire tangled with hers as his mouth lowered to hers. “You shall have it.”
His kiss was as wild as the pace he set, his tongue thrusting deep as his cock drove hard into her slick channel, accepting no refusal. And she offered none, opening her legs and accepting him as he needed. Taking what he offered, until with a harsh groan, he buried himself to the hilt. His fingers dug into her buttocks as his cock flexed within her and then his rich seed poured into her channel, burning and soothing at the same time.
She twisted in his arms. The cloud seethed and rolled. The sea churned. The eyes grew and swirled with red. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. His hand pressed low on her abdomen.
“Relax.”
Something deep inside softened as he continued to come. He shifted against her, pulling back before pressing forward cautiously, as if searching. The eyes glowed. The cloud coiled and tensed. There was a sharp pain that spread into an ache. “Dusan?”
“Be easy.”
His voice was uncharacteristically harsh. She was not reassured. There was something wrong. “I don’t think…”
“It is as it should be.” He held her steady with his hands as he eased forward. An incredible pressure surged outward. His cock slid deeper, but it was different. Wrong.
She tried to push him away. Her strength was no match for his. It hurt, but at the same time, she wanted more. She clawed at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. The scent of blood joined the scent of sex and sweat. He swore in his own language. With one hand he held her anchored, not allowing her relief. The other slashed his chest. His order to feed was a guttural bark of sound in her mind. She did, horrified and elated as the sweet taste of his blood filed her mouth.
“Yes.” His head dropped back. “Take from me.” His hand gripped her buttock, pulling her right hip forward into his, sending shards of pain and pleasure through her. “Accept me.”
She had no choice. With a steady push that felt like he was splitting her in two, he gained what he wanted. Muscles she couldn’t identify clutched at his cock, every spasm causing splinters of delight to whip through her, burying the pain under an avalanche of pleasure so intense she screamed. It was too much. She wouldn’t survive. His cock jerked, tugging at her sensitive flesh. More come soaked her deep inside, feeding her hunger yet satisfying her need. The storm clouds gathered and whirled. The eyes glowed red. Wind churned the waves to a high froth. The tension built to intolerable levels. The cloud swept forward, promising to destroy all in its path.
Dusan’s “I am here” fell into the turmoil, separating the colors, calming the waves. She threw herself into the huddle of calm, reaching for him with her heart and mind. His arms came around her. She wrapped her left around him. The jarring drove his big cock deeper that fraction of an inch she needed and the black cloud detonated into a shower of light as her body convulsed violently against his, pleasure so piercing she couldn’t bear it taking her out of herself, her only anchor Dusan’s soft whisper of “Come to me.”
* * * * *
Eden came back to herself slowly. She was lying on top of Deuce as he lay on the floor. His hard body labored beneath hers, rocking her with the force of his breathing. Calmer now, she was aware of the incredible fullness in her abdomen. Before she changed positions, Deuce’s hand on her buttocks held her in place. “Do not move.”
His fingers slid into the crease of her ass, sliding along slick flesh until he reached the tight ring of her anus. As if he anticipated her start, his other hand pressed down. His finger probed as she felt his cock jerk. The pressure within her increased.
“Oh God.” He was still coming. “What have you done?”
“We a
re mated the Chosen way.”
Internal feminine muscles clenched. He groaned and jerked. Pain and pleasure blended as his cock danced deep within. “What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer verbally, but an image of his cock sliding through her cervix flashed through her mind.
“That’s not possible!” Horror built in the aftermath. Her mind denied the reality, but her body knew the truth.
“Be easy.”
“You’ll kill me.”
“I pleasured you and will do so again if you but allow me to finish.”
“You’re finished.”
He cupped her cheek. “This is an intimate time between lovers when our bodies are joined, and I fill you with my seed.” Another jerk of his cock and more fullness.
“Deuce…”
His hand closed over her breast. His thumb stroked her nipple. Her muscles clenched and her womb spasmed. Deuce’s groan was immediate. His fingers dug into her hip “Lie against me mate, and be still. Do not provoke further joining until this one is done.”
She didn’t want to provoke anything. She lay against him, both horrified and fascinated as he stroked her hair while his big cock pulsed within her. Her throat ached. She brought her hand to the spot. “You…fed from me?”
Red lights flashed in his eyes. His smile was pure male satisfaction. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“The bond must go both ways to be strong.”
She didn’t know enough about the process to argue. Besides, other parts of her were getting distinctly uncomfortable. “How much more?”
“Relax.” His finger pressed against her anus. “Many Chosen women enjoy this time to the point of climax.”
“I’m not Chosen.”
“But you are my woman.” He groaned as she twisted, and pressed in with his finger. She arched against him as his finger pierced her anus. He jerked and the sense of fullness intensified dramatically. “You are a greedy woman,” he said with a slight smile.
“I am not.”
He shook his head at her. Sweat beaded his brow and he closed his eyes. “Your body calls the seed forth from mine.”
“Does it hurt you?”
He cracked an eyelid and smiled gently. “It is extremely pleasurable to meet your needs.”
She felt her inner muscles clutch at him. More seed poured from him. Her womb cramped on a sharp pain. “Deuce!”
“Be still.”
His cock jerked as his hand cupped her abdomen over her womb. There was a moment of unbearable pressure and then a relaxation inside. “Your body but stretches to accept what it demands.”
“I don’t want this.”
He pulled her down to his chest. Beneath her ear she could hear the accelerated beat of his heart. His voice was strained. “Many women are fearful their first time.”
“What if you puncture something?”
“Never has such a thing happened.”
Something brushed her hair. She knew it was his lips the same way she knew he was enjoying this.
“Lie against me and let yourself feel what is happening between us.”
She did because she didn’t have a choice.
Deuce held Edie as she lay tensely against him, keeping his grip light, his thoughts soothing as she clenched around him again, milking more of his seed from him, her womb stretching to handle the flow. Her fear pushed at him to the point that he would have stopped this if he could have, but the joining was determined by things beyond his control.
“Have you done this a lot?” Edie’s question ended on a sharp cry as a spasm of her cervix sent bolts of fire up his spine and a hard jet of seed from his cock. He could feel her confusion as pleasure teased the edges of her consciousness.
“Only mates know this sharing,” he answered when he could get his breath.
Her “Oh” was a soft exclamation.
Her muscles rippled again, squeezing him and stretching her. Seed poured from his body in a burning rush. Her eyes flew wide with panic and pleasure as her womb stretched, putting pressure on the nerves connected to her clitoris.
He kissed the top of her head. “Let the pleasure come.”
“I can’t take any more.” The last word ended in a gasp.
“Your climax will signal the end.”
“Pull out.”
“I cannot without damaging you.”
“Oh God.” The scared little cry came as her body worked his penis. He held her close, keeping her as still as possible, not sure himself how much more she could take. She was not Chosen. He was taking it on faith that this would not harm her.
He slid his hand between them. Her stomach bulged with what she had already taken. She struggled as he pressed, nature fighting for what it wanted, wiggling her hips, jostling him within, drawing more semen from his balls long past when he thought he should be empty.
The urgency increased between them. Eden panted and moaned, her nails digging into his chest as she grasped his cock with strong muscles, her scent, her need, demanding he satisfy her.
He was helpless to do anything but give her what she needed. The tension in his balls spread outward, hardening his muscles into a solid knot of desire as he battled to keep the flow light, trying not to overwhelm her. The next clench of her womb tore the last of his control from his grasp, squeezing him so hard and long that the dam broke, and he arched beneath her, mindless with the primitive need to answer her call, his body bucking against her as she screamed and climaxed above him, milking him to the last drop, eager for everything he could give.
She fell against him as he bucked one last time. His cock vainly trying to give her another drop, another piece of himself. She groaned and braced her hands on his chest, as if to pull away. He grasped her thigh before she could do herself damage. He caught her hand in his and brought it to her stomach. “You did well.”
She knelt stiffly above him. His cock still firmly embedded in her womb, too big to withdraw, the echoes of her climax rippling through them both.
He felt the distress shudder through her. “What is it?”
“Your hand.” She bit her lip and closed her eyes before admitting. “It’s too much.”
He was not surprised. She had taken more than he would have expected. He gentled his touch but could not resist curving his fingers on the convex curve of her stomach. A seeded woman was a thing of beauty. “You are beautiful.”
She looked down, shock in her eyes and voice as she saw the small distension caused by their union. “I’m a bloated cow.”
“Any Chosen man who saw you now would be instantly in rut.” She cast him a glance that indicated he’d lost his mind.
“There is something beyond beautiful in a seeded woman to the point that many of our women wear clothes to imitate the state.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
He stretched his fingers wide and then pulled them back, soothing her discomfort as best he could. “It is much the same as the padded bra you wore when we first met.”
She blushed. He traced the heat as it raced over her skin, up her chest and to her neck where the bruise from his bite remained. “I would show you off now.”
“I don’t think so.”
He laughed, biting back a moan as his cock softened and slipped a little. “I do not know of another woman as greedy for her mate’s seed. I am feeling quite proud.”
She shifted.
“Unless it is your intent to mate again, you would do well to sit still and allow my cock to soften.”
“You could do that again?”
“I am Chosen.” He pushed her hair off her shoulder, tracing her collarbone to her breastbone, following it down to the softness of her midriff, irresistibly drawn to the bulge of her stomach. “I can do that as often as you require.” Desire and heat flared anew. He hooked his finger in the joining ring that glistened with her pleasure and lifted his gaze to hers. “It is no hardship.”
The tiny answering clench of her pussy froze her stiff. “Please,
Deuce.”
He shook his head at her ignorance. “I was but teasing, mate. I cannot seed you in succession.” Though he wished he could. He would love to see her abdomen distended with his come, love to parade her past the Others with a belly so round she would have to waddle as Chosen had in days of old, her stomach marking her so much his that none would dare to trespass.
“You mentioned other women.”
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
“With their mates.”
“They’re not here?”
“No.”
“Their husbands don’t want to risk them being hurt by the Coalition, do they?”
“Our females cannot be risked.”
“That makes sense.”
He still felt her hurt and despair. She was a social woman. A woman who took pleasure in people and came alive at parties. To be viewed as a pariah, even for the most logical of reasons would bother her. “It will not always be like this, Edie.”
“I know.” She stroked his chest. “It’s not your fault.”
She forgave him too easily. “It is, but I will correct it.”
She didn’t say anything, just lay above him, for once quiet, her weight off to one side to accommodate his possession. There was silence while he stroked her back. Her ribs rose and fell under his hand. Peace reigned for a few minutes, then there was a hitch in her breathing and a transition. He waited for the question he could feel building.
“How will you get it out?”
“You will relax and bear down, and I will gently withdraw.”
The way her nails cut into his arms let him know relaxing wouldn’t necessarily be accomplished easily. She was very nervous about this. He was soft enough to pull out now, had been for several minutes, but he liked being joined with her. “We could do it now.”
“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“You will not mind.”
He cupped his hand low on her stomach, shaking his head as her panic began. He adjusted her breathing and adrenaline levels before ordering her to bear down. She did, yet managed to clench at the same time. He rolled her to the floor. He braced himself over her and settled his thumb on her puffy clit. He stroked it gently as he withdrew. “Bear down, Edie mine.”
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