UnleashedMenage

by Cynthia Sax

  “Mounting complete,” John informed him, his cock positioned fully inside Falyn’s pussy, his metallic hips pressed against her soft curves.

  “How does he feel, Falyn?” Traz asked.

  “Ohhh, fuck.” Her eyelashes fluttered. “He feels good, hard and unyielding and so very smooth.”

  “Noted.” Traz tapped the tablet, recommencing the role-play. “Android, fuck the subject at low speed.”

  John rocked back and forth, his metallic ass clenching and unclenching, and Falyn clutched the cover, struggling to control her responses. Traz gazed down at her face, gripped by her unabashed sensuality. Falyn panted, her mouth open and her violet eyes wild, as the android rode her dispassionately, fucking her tight gorgeous body as though it was a job he had to do, and not the sexual equivalent of paradise on earth.

  Unable to resist touching her, Traz caressed her right breast, lazily circling her curves round and round. Falyn writhed and contorted her body, and he chuckled, her needs always easy to read, her face expressive and revealing. He teasingly avoided touching her nipple, skillfully elevating her frustration.

  “The android can maintain this speed for hours, stimulating the subject while not allowing her to climax,” Traz murmured, his voice deepening with desire. John pumped Falyn’s pussy, his pace as smooth and cool as his frame, his simulated breathing regulated.

  “Traz,” Falyn begged. Her thighs trembled. Her knuckles whitened as she dug her fingernails into the cover.

  “Yes, Traz.” He leaned closer, smelling her arousal, her body primed for him. “John’s big metal cock may be plunging in and out of your pretty pussy, but only I can give you release, only I can make you come. Do you want to come, Falyn? Do you want to scream my name?”

  “Yes, please! Please, Traz.” Tears streaked down her cheeks.

  Traz cupped her breast, her nipple caught between two of his fingers. “Then come.” He squeezed his fingers together, pinching her sensitive tip.

  “Traz!” Falyn screamed, her body bowing. Fabric ripped, shredded by her fingers, and she closed her thighs, trapping John’s silver ass between her pale legs. Her convulsing naked form, flushed with passion, tested Traz’s control. His balls ached as he yearned to join her in her release.

  Soon. Traz bent his head and licked her abused nipple as she shook beneath him. Gradually, Falyn stilled, her eyes closed, her breathing regulating as John continued rocking into her limp body, his rhythm uninterrupted by her orgasm.

  * * * * *

  “How do you know me better than I know myself?” Falyn ran her fingers through Traz’s short, dark hair, in awe of his ability to guess her deepest, darkest fantasies.

  “I love you, Falyn.” Traz lifted his head, one eye cold and mechanical, the other brimming with heated emotion. “I’ll give you anything you want, anything you need.”

  “Right now, I need you,” she whispered huskily, the cool, metallic cock in her pussy no longer satisfying her. She needed her man, her destined lover, her world.

  With sharp hard yanks, Traz undressed, seams tearing and clothing ripping. “John, dismount,” he barked, the authority in his voice enticing more wetness from a body Falyn thought drained.

  Traz pulled her upward, sliding her ass along the cover, the friction of fabric against skin warming her. John, her android, silently withdrew and backed away, not questioning their master.

  “I need you too.” Traz rolled over her, bracing himself up with one arm, his firm naked form flattening her into the bed, and his lips met hers, possessing her mouth and demanding her submission.

  Falyn opened to Traz completely, parting her lips, spreading her legs and wrapping her arms around his torso. He took what she offered without hesitation, ravishing her softness. His tongue stabbed into her mouth, his muscles rippled under her fingertips and his shaft rubbed along her wetness.

  Traz tasted of spice and smelled of leather and mechanical things, a manly combination that never failed to appeal to her. Falyn undulated under him, their tongues twined and their limbs entangled, his hardness a testament to how he’d put her needs and her desires first yet again.

  “I love you,” she murmured against his lips, those three words inadequate to express what she felt. There was nothing she wouldn’t and couldn’t do for Traz. He held her happiness in his rough hands.

  He mouthed over her chin, nibbled her jaw and followed the line of her neck. She arched toward him, needing those unyielding lips everywhere. He licked along her collarbone and she shivered, pushing down on his shoulders, directing him to her breasts.

  “Be still,” Traz commanded, a hint of humor lilting his words. She whimpered and froze, determined to follow his impossible order, wishing to please him while he pleased her.

  As he ground his cock into her pussy, Traz circled her left breast, his tongue flat on her curves. His sensual spheres grew smaller and smaller until his lips wisped over her nipple, the contact electric.

  “Traz,” Falyn cried out, struggling to not move.

  Traz chuckled and flicked her sensitive flesh, torturing her, and she moaned, her fingertips embedding in his shoulders. He drew her curves into his mouth and sucked, each tug of his lips pulling a response from her pussy.

  Traz feasted on her until her nipple was elongated and sore and her body throbbed to the rhythm of his mouth. With a sigh of contentment, he dragged his lips across her skin and fastened them over her right breast, repeating his erotic torture.

  Falyn panted, her clit rubbed again and again by the rim of his cock head, the pressure decadent and delicious, the slow continual contact spiraling her passion upward. “I want you, Traz.”

  “Then guide me into you.” He raised his hips, his muscles contracting under his tanned skin. Falyn slid her palm down his chest, over his defined abs, and curled her fingers around his shaft, savoring his girth. His cock bobbed, a purely human reaction her android was unable to replicate.

  “Falyn.” Traz growled a warning and Falyn smiled, thrilled that her touch could compromise his control. He shifted against her, his chest rumbling with discontent.

  Falyn positioned him at her entrance and Traz pushed into her, stretching her, cramming her body with cock as no one else could. She felt all of him, the bloom of his cock head, the raised veins on his shaft and the tickle of his pubic hair. Falyn moaned as his base pressed against her pussy lips, the fullness exquisite, the constant connection between them strengthening.

  “This is what I needed.” Falyn nibbled on the marred skin at Traz’s neck, the collar burns proof of his strength, mementoes of a past he’d overcome.

  Traz tilted his head, allowing her more access to his prison scars. “I’m what you need.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his index finger.

  “You are,” Falyn agreed without hesitation. “You’re all I need.” She pushed her hips up, taking him deeper.

  “Yes.” Traz moved slowly, leisurely rocking into her, his pace unhurried. Falyn rose into his advances, her curves meeting his muscles, her breasts pushing against his chest, her hips colliding with his.

  Traz lifted his head, their gazes met and Falyn’s heart skipped a beat. The brown in his human eye had darkened to the pitch-black of uninhabited space, and his tanned skin was flushed, his desire written on his scarred face. Her own passion built, fed by his blatant arousal, raw, rough emotion winding around her body tighter and tighter.

  “Faster.” Falyn hooked her ankles behind his ass and pushed her heels down on him, urging him to increase the velocity of his thrusts.

  “Fuck.” Traz grunted into her ear as he labored overtop of her, driving into her harder and deeper, his hips smacking against her skin and heating her flesh. She clung to him, holding on securely, never wishing to let him go. A layer of wetness covered his form, physical evidence of his efforts.

  Traz, her rough, tough, demanding man, worked for her, striving to please her, and everything he asked of her in return, Falyn gave, knowing Traz would never harm her, trusting he’d satisf
y her, believing in their love and in their future.

  I want him. I need him. I love him. Falyn clutched Traz closer, holding her destined mate in her arms, feeling alive, loved and the equal of any woman she’d ever seen in images.

  They fucked madly and passionately, without thought and without control, his wildness escalating hers. Their ship raced toward no man’s land, a territory governed by neither the Federation nor the Balazoid, and Falyn hurtled toward fulfillment, her pussy humming and her thighs shaking. She panted, her chest constricting, her breathing ragged, and she raked her nails over Traz’s back, marking him as hers.

  “Falyn.” He rounded his spine, his lips finding her right breast, and she jerked, her abused flesh sensitive to his touch. “Come for me, love.” Traz bared his teeth and bit down on her nipple, the sharp pain splintering her senses.

  “Traz!” Falyn cried out, her voice hoarse and her lungs aching. She bucked, crashing their bodies together, and she clenched down on his shaft, capturing him for her own.

  “Falyn,” Traz bellowed, his roar deafening her, and he drove deep, spurting hot soothing cum into her throbbing pussy. His hips pinned hers to the bed and she churned under him, struggling to free herself.

  A shudder rolled over Traz and he collapsed, flattening Falyn, his form heavy and suffocating. She squeaked a protest. He grunted and flipped onto his back, taking her with him.

  Falyn squirmed, searching for the most comfortable spot on his hard, muscular body, and he clamped down on her wiggling ass, forcing her to be still. “I love you so much, Traz.” She sighed, resting her cheek against his heaving chest.

  “I’ll love you forever, Falyn.” He petted her, his fingers tangling in her hair. “You may not have foreseen this, but loving you is and will always be my destiny. I give you my vow.”

  Falyn smiled as she closed her eyes, believing in Traz’s vow more than in any image she could ever envisioned. He will love me forever.

  About the Author

  Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

  Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali and Chicago.

  Cynthia welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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