Swept Off Her Feet

by Camille Anthony

  “Nnora! Which one?”

  She’d lost the thread of the conversation in her rising excitement. Again. “Which…uh…what?”

  “Which of the terms do you like best, fem?”

  “Oh. I like cock.” She swallowed thickly as he fondled and squeezed his, strong fingers as agile on his own flesh as they had earlier been on hers.

  “I’m glad to hear it!” His husky laughter sounded strained over his continued pumping of his steely erection.

  Her body quivered in primal response to his sexual motions. A primitive pulse throbbed to life in her wet sex. She gulped air into her starved lungs, hoping he didn’t realize just how much he affected her.

  Her nipples caught fire, tingling and burning when he began a rhythmic thrusting. She burst into flame watching him slide his arching hard-on through the tight, narrow ring of his fingers. The long, thick length tunneled through his hands, forcing his fingers apart. Her lips parted on her labored breaths as she visualized how that thick cock would feel forging through the tight portal of her cunt, stuffing and over-filling her almost virginal channel.

  It would hurt, she knew. Just the thought of being fucked by his massive cock—having her pussy reamed by that huge schlong, pounded by the inhuman strength she knew he possessed—almost scared the arousal right out of her. At the same time, the thought titillated her like nothing ever had.

  She didn’t notice him climbing up between her legs, not until his large hands gripped her legs, forcing them wide apart. But she certainly noticed his monster cock-head thudding against the high mound of her pubis as he tugged her close, grinding his hips into her crotch.

  “What are you doing?” Her strained whisper was barely audible. Fear battled with almost uncontrollable desire. Oh, god, was he going to fuck her after all? Break his word and try to fit that enormous cock in her unprepared pussy?

  “I…need…” he panted, “need…to…see…your…beauty, Nippa.”

  Embarrassment heated her cheeks while he pried her thighs wider apart, opening her to his burning gaze. He stared at her pussy. The heat of his passionate, hungry gaze on her slick cunt scorched through her nerve endings like molten lava. She felt pinned, like a captured butterfly with outstretched wings. Her body thrilled to the fact he wanted her so badly.

  Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the dripping, bulbous head of his cock through her pussy lips, mixing his pre-cum with her slippery juices. When the heavy, wide glans thudded against her clitoris, her womb contracted, muscles fluttered and she shuddered. Her breasts swelled, nipples came stiffly, instantly erect. Hot cream spilled out of her pussy and ran down the crease of her buttocks to pool beneath her on the bed.

  “I want in, Nnora.” His deep voice rumbled beside her ear before his tongue rimmed the canal and his teeth nipped at her lobe.

  His huge glans wedged itself between the lips of her pussy, pressing against her vulnerable opening. A wash of excitement lubricated the walls of her cunt. He pushed the wide head slowly into her. It forced open the first ring of her entrance, stretching her painfully wide.

  Fear flared up in the wake of the growing discomfort. Her cunt muscles tightened down on the intruder, trying to expel it. “No! Stop!” Her voice shook with fright.

  He stopped immediately, cursing as he eased out of her. “Then touch me, Nippa, please…” His eyes burned hotly. His voice, dark with need, almost managed to cut through her fears. “Help me reach completion. I beg you, take me in your hands.”

  “You’re on the edge.” She gulped. “I don’t want to be…forced if you should lose control.”

  “Please, Nippa,” he pleaded when she didn’t move. “Help me, before I lose this fight…and give in to the urge to fuck your delicious pussy into oblivion.”

  She shrank backwards as far as her captive position would allow. “I don’t think touching you is such a good idea then,” Nnora whispered, hesitant, and, at the same time, sorely tempted, to sample that masculine need and heat focused so narrowly upon her.

  He pulled back from her, then, and released his cock. His gaze intent, expression solemn, he cupped her face with his palms, absently running his thumbs along her jaw. “My cherzda’va, I promise I won’t. My life’s vow I give. I will never harm you. Did I not stop at your command?”

  She nodded, too uncertain to speak.

  “I always will.”

  When she searched his earnest gaze, the honest caring in his eyes persuaded her more than his words. She worried her bottom lip as she weighed the pros and cons. She did trust Devtorvas not to hurt her—he had never done so yet…and she wanted to get her hands on his cock, to test its girth and heft for herself. She just didn’t want it inside her. With the safety net of his promise, it was an easy enough decision.

  “All right, Devtorvas, tell me what you want me to do.”

  “The first thing I want you to do,” his voice came light and gentle with good humor, “is to call me Dev. We are naked together. I think that means we can dispense with formality.”

  She nodded her head jerkily. “I can do that.”

  “Good.” He smiled, helping her to her knees. Taking her hands, he wrapped her fingers about his rampant cock, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth. “The next thing I want you to do is get familiar with my cherzda. I am yours, forever. Learn me…learn this.”

  Keeping his hands over hers, he slid her fingers up and down his cock, showing her the motions he liked.

  “Yes, like that!” he encouraged as she took up the rhythm on her own. “I need to come. I’m so hard, I hurt, Nippa. Please…ease me…help me.”

  When she looked up from her preoccupation with his cock, he had twisted his mouth in a parody of a smile. His glittering eyes, strained expression and labored breathing revealed the extent of his lust. She marveled at his control, praying it would hold.

  Gauging his every reaction, she went back to teasing his engorged flesh, running her hands over his out-thrust length, inquisitively cataloging his attributes. “Oh! You are very different from human males—I mean, besides the obvious difference of size.”

  She hefted the long, thick shaft in her hands, the heat pouring off it almost searing her palms. The majestic organ rose from an impossibly wide, thick base in a bed of dense black hair to flair even wider at the summit, and though there was no foreskin, it was easy to see no circumcising knife had ever been laid to the exposed head.

  “Why are we females naturally hairless when you males have so much genital hair?” She twisted her fingers through the thick mat surrounding his sex, while glancing up to look at him.

  “I don’t know,” he gritted out, pressing his palms to her shoulders and rubbing in a circular motion. “Perhaps the gods willed it. By Deth’s pillars! Don’t stop.”

  “Don’t rush me.” She was determined to take her time searching out all his differences.

  His cock was magnificent. Prominent, ropy veins stood out along the entire length. Except for the dimpled eye resting in the tip of his cock and the dozens of tiny apertures encircling the entire shaft just below the bulbous head, the skin of his cock stretched taut and silken over the steel rod of his muscle. Not a wrinkle disrupted the velvetiness of the skin just below the ridged crest.

  Hot. Hard. Smooth.

  Alien.

  She tried and failed to palm the enormous ball sac containing his sirat. It was too large to fit her relatively small hand. The sac, swaying heavily between his legs—buttery-soft and covered with a silky pelt of hair resembling mink fur—drew up and tightened when she palpated it with gentle squeezes, signaling his impending ejaculation.

  He sank his fingers in her hair. “I love the way you touch me, so delicately—Yesss! Squeeze my sirat…like that…Uuhhhmmm.”

  Her own excitement growing at his groaning sighs, she returned to fondling his cherzda. Though still frightened at the thought being fucked with it on some fast-approaching date, she couldn’t get enough of it now.

  “Harder, Nippa,” he urged breath
lessly. “You may be rougher. Let me feel you.”

  She obeyed, gripping him with both hands. Forming a ring, she stroked up and down, harder and faster, pumping his cock until her hands stung from the friction.

  “Oh! Yes…ye—ee—sss, Nippa!”

  His breath catching on a sibilant hiss, Devtorvas broke away, his cock swinging outthrust before him as he paced the length of the bed, grasping the head of his cock between the iron pincers of his fingers.

  “Why did you stop me?” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, coming up to a seated position. Her nakedness forgotten, she felt totally at ease with the man standing at the foot of the bed, stiff cock jutting away from his body, throbbing head clamped between steely fingers.

  “Do you trust me?” There was a look in his eyes she could not interpret. Trepidation? Did he care enough to be frightened that her answer might not be what he wished?

  “Yes,” she answered, meaning it. Somehow, sometime during this strange, surreal afternoon, the prince had gained her trust. She didn’t quite understand how he had managed it, yet it was so. “Yes, for some strange reason, I do.”

  He swallowed hard, a smile lighting his features. “You humble me and honor me both at once,” he whispered, eyes devouring her. “I will strive never to betray your trust, Nippa.”

  “I believe you,” Nnora said softly, her mouth widening in an answering smile.

  “What do you know of the sexual attributes of Rb’qarmshi males?”

  “Not very much.” Where was he going with this line of questioning?

  He nodded. “This is what I suspected. May I give you a short lesson? I assure you it is necessary. I do not want you to say, later, that I took advantage of your ignorance.”

  She frowned, her curiosity flaring to life.

  “Like the fem’s gift—the fluid which flowed from your tlinis at completion—there is an enzyme in the male’s sperm which heightens the pleasure threshold of their mate. When introduced into the fem by ejaculation, our seed enhances orgasmic frequency and duration. When applied to the dermis, it enhances the sensual receptors of the nerves embedded in the skin, causing a greater tactile sensitivity leading to heightened pleasure.”

  She resisted the urge to tap her foot. “Gee, Prince,” she teased, “let’s see if I can rephrase all those big sounding words in twenty words or less. Your cum is an aphrodisiac…right?”

  “Not quite. An aphrodisiac makes you want sex while our sperm makes the sex better.”

  She felt her eyebrows arch, echoing her rising speculation. She thought back to the orgasm she had achieved while being seated and her belly went hollow as her womb spasmed. Arousal hit her so hard it frightened her, tightening her nipples to pinpoint hardness and swelling her clit. “Damn, Dev, if that’s true, what happens if you swallow it?”

  An arrested expression swept his face and he fidgeted under her inquisitive gaze. “I don’t…personally…know.”

  Nnora’s heart tripped, her breathing hitched. At the same time, she wanted to howl with laughter. Oh, the tables had turned with a vengeance!

  “You mean, you have never had your cock sucked?” She deliberately mimicked his earlier phrasing about the state of her un-seated nipples.

  Dev had moved to stand before her while he spoke, so she had to look up to catch his reaction. His height and her seated position placed his cock mouth-high. She could wait no longer. She gave in to the temptation of finding out what cock—Dev’s cock, unflavored with the cloaking bouquet of wine—tasted like.

  Leaning forward, she swabbed the broad glans with a bold lick of her tongue. Dev’s cock leaped in response, causing it to jerk away from her mouth. It thudded against her nose on its downward arc.

  “Ouch!”

  “Uzak!”

  Simultaneously, she grabbed the swaying cock, stilling its wild gyrations and he shouted, clasping her head between his hands. Her nanofyle implant fed her a string of words, some she didn’t understand, but “shit” seemed to be the consensus.

  “I’ll take it that means you liked what I did. Maybe there is something in Rb’qarmshi fem saliva that enhances the pleasure receptors of their males’ cocks,” she suggested with a grin just before repeating her actions. This time, she slid one hand down to his sirat, cradling what she could of his ball sac. Her fingers feathered through its silky, mink-like covering. She lapped at the base of his cock, and his stones did a happy dance in her palms. She laughed low in her throat, her merriment sending vibrations along the jutting shaft as she glanced up from beneath her lowered lashes to assess her effect upon Dev.

  He stood braced above her, sweat beaded on his brow, lips drawn back from clenched teeth as his eyes glittered with naked lust. His hands kneaded the back of her skull, bunching in her long black curls, opening and shutting as if he couldn’t make up his mind whether to pull her forward or push her away.

  “Nippa,” he groaned, “You burn me up with your sweet mouth. I never knew such was possible. Let me give you pleasure now…let me spill my seed over your sweet pussy and your plump, beautiful breasts. I wish to see my seed adorning your body, marking you as mine.”

  She drew in a shaky breath. Her breasts quaked and her pussy tightened, pulsing at his erotic pleas. If he fucked half as well as he talked, she’d be in sexual heaven.

  His hands left her head and soothed over her shoulders before he pinched a distended nipple in each thumb and forefinger. Catching her gaze and holding it as firmly as his fingers held her captured nubs, he asked, “Still trust me?”

  “Yes,” she managed on the third try, her voice raspy with the effort of speaking at all. Her breasts tingled where he gripped them. Her blood-filled clit throbbed, eager for equal attention.

  “Then lie back on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

  For just a moment, she hesitated and then she lowered her body on the bed, arms raised, and hands open-palmed beside her head. With a seductive, deliberate movement, she brought her feet up to the mattress and planted them wide, opening herself to him, wordlessly submitting to whatever he planned.

  He grabbed a couple pillows and gestured towards her hips. “Up!”

  When she lifted her hips, he stuffed the cushions beneath her, elevating her to an angle where she was sure all her intimate parts were exposed to him. She wasn’t sure how she felt about having her ass on blatant display, but she didn’t have time to worry about it before he spoke again.

  “Spread your pretty pussy for me, my Nnora.”

  Creaming at his words, she obediently reached down and pulled back her swollen labia, revealing her stiff clitoris and her drenched cunt. She had never felt hotter and wetter than she did now, lying spread-eagled before him.

  “You are so beautiful it hurts me to look at you—” he praised, delving for her entrance with a thick finger, sliding through her slick sea of wetness “—to be deprived of the sight of you would hurt me more.” He moved closer and bent his knees, bringing his cock into contact with her pussy, carefully rubbing himself between her juicy nether lips.

  With exquisite control, he pressed the blunt head of his seeping cock against the dripping mouth of her sex, hard enough to cause the ring of muscle to quiver, yet not hard enough to enter. Pulling back, he positioned his cock at the tight ring of her puckered little asshole and repeated his actions. A nasty thrill shot up Nnora’s spine, exploded throughout her nervous system.

  She had never before considered anal sex and couldn’t believe the pleasure knifing through her as his hard maleness pressed against the tightly closed sphincter of her ass.

  God, but the feeling of his cock at her back door had her nipples stabbing at the sky. Her thighs clenched in terror and titillation.

  Eyes locked on hers, easily reading her reactions, he positioned his cock right over her anus, pressing just hard enough to open it.

  She grunted, impaled on a stake of flesh that felt a mile wide, her ass stretched beyond belief. Yet, she knew he had not entered her, would not enter her. I
n fact, she felt no pain, only an intense sense of pressured openness.

  He lowered himself over her, catching his weight on his extended arms. The length of his cock enabled him to remain lodged against her sphincter while he pressed against her clit. He rotated his hips, mashing the little bundle of nerves between them and she cried out, arching her pelvis into his grinding strokes.

  Reaching up, she clasped her hands about his biceps, holding on to the only stable point in her universe. Her nipples begged for his mouth or terat, her clit burned and swelled under the abrasive strokes.

  “I want to suck your cock.”

  He lifted himself off her and she felt bereft, her anus and clit aching for the lost stimulus. She slid to her knees as he sat on the side of the bed.

  Eyeing the oversized lollipop, she wrapped her hands about as much of it as she could and went right to work devouring the banquet set before her, licking her way all around the broad circumference of his shaft. She savored the differing textures, leaving the head for last. He tasted of…her, fresh from her peach-scented shower and of a flavor all his own—a wild, green, living taste that flowered on her tongue, activating her saliva glands.

  She giggled at his shocked reaction to the finger she circled around the tight entrance to his ass. Enjoying herself immensely, she slurped her way along the solid cock to the meaty glans. The head glowed a deep magenta, the shaft an angry red. Her lips tingled as she nibbled on the soft-on-hard flesh.

  “Uhhmm! Feels good—yes!” He hissed his enjoyment of her actions.

  The accompanying sounds of his harsh groans and masculine sighs of lust inspired her to greater feats of erotic imagination. She strove to push him over his limit, driven by a need to participate in his explosive pleasure.

  She dipped her head and took in what she could, pumping his cock and fondling his balls as her tongue flicked the underside of the ringed head. She noticed a clear liquid seeping from the puckered slit in the blunt head. The fluid also issued from the tiny apertures lying along the broad circumference of his rod.