by Andrea Allen
No, none of those thoughts went through his mind. He couldn't wait to wake up with her, to snuggle with her in the morning, stiff, tingly, and ready to play. his fingers would drift down to her soft mound of brown hair, then begin tickling those beautiful puckered pink, pussy lips. He would give her more of his love of his force, more of his thrusts and grunts, one hand gripping her ass, as her legs wrapped around his torso, as she screamed for him to fuck her deeper and harder, as she began to quiver and lose control of her body, screaming out to God, the holy high heavens, and the ancestral spirits and god.
As he gripped that pale flesh, she would turn red with lust as he screwed his cock into her and her legs wrapped around him and he thrust deeper and harder and he held her nipples in his mouth and bit down on them, and it wouldn’t be long before he was filling her with his hot semen, which would leak onto the bed, then we would fall into each other's arms, collapse, sweaty and satisfied.
He wasn't going to be able to stop thinking about her. The harder he fought to push her image away, the harder he fought to forget how she smelled—so succulent and feminine, the more forceful those images and sensations became, taunting, teasing, and tempting him. He was swollen and sore with desire.
For weeks he had contained his sexual energy, channeling it into his work, refusing to submit to the reptilian desire to spray his seed recklessly. But despite how much he valued self-discipline, there was only so much that he would be able to take. He wasn't going to be able to contain myself much longer. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, out of rhythm, ahead of time. His energy was all wrong. He was lacking the feminine. He needed that love partner, that warrior Princess, capable of slicing through his bullshit with her spiritual sward. What was he running from? What was he so afraid of? So many things.
He knew that the wouldn’t be able to remain in this land for much longer. His people would have to find a new place to build a society that reflected their own values. In order for that to happen, his race required that he continue on their strong line of warriors. The responsibility of finding a woman capable of handle his seed, capable of nurturing his offspring to their full potential. Very few human women would have been capable of the task. And he sensed that Samantha might, in fact, be one of those women.
Now what? Was he really falling for her? Was he ready to put his heart on the line, for another person? And what if she was against him working obsessively, sleeping in the office, only coming home briefly?
What if she couldn't handle that driven manic side of his personality? Then what? What happens after you've invested so much, made sacrifices, but it's still not enough? What happens when your love, whatever it was, still was not enough? He hated to think about what that would mean for him.
He had dealt with the pain of failed deals before—sometimes losing to the best. Sometimes losing to opponents that he should have vanquished. Those setbacks bruised his ego. There was no question. But it never took him long to recover and throw myself into the next battle. Facing rejection from a woman, having his heart broken, would be unlike anything that he'd ever experienced.
Chapter 8
Samantha
He laid her down on the bed. Every single fiber in her body tingled with excitement and anticipation. She'd fantasized about this moment so many times, imagined what it would make her feel. He kissed the insides of her legs, working his way up the calves, past the knee, then to the insides of her thighs, kissing left and right, one then the other, taking his time, a master in front of his canvas. Her pussy called out for his mouth. She couldn't wait to feel him licking, slurping and sucking. He pushed his face into her panties, sniffing playfully, hungrily. She couldn't wait for him to begin licking her. He smiled and grunted. What a nasty, sexy beast.
Seconds later he reached under her ass and grabbed hold of her panties, pulling them down her legs, taking them all the way off and flicking them arrogantly across the room.
She should've smacked him for that. Smacked him right in his arrogant, cocky mouth. Instead she reached out and kissed him, shoving her tongue deep down his throat. Everything about this encounter was so fucking primal. He made her feel things that I've forgotten her body was capable of experiencing.
Each touch, each kiss, each look, sent electric shocks through her body. She never imagined that she could feel so alive, so rooted in the moment.
He gripped her ass with brute force, marking her flesh, and then inserted his cork screw tongue deep into her cunt. She'd never felt anything so incredible. Apparently, the men of his race were uniquely skilled at time honored art of cunnilingus. They were equipped with corkscrew cocks and tongues, which enabled them to perform mind bending pussy eating acrobatics.
He screwed his tongue deep inside of her, tickling hundreds of erotic nerve endings. His full lips slobbered against her labia. Then she felt him pushing a finger into her tight fisted asshole, making her drip even more intensely, double fucking her and driving her wild.
She couldn't wait to taste her own erotic juices. Every ounce, every drip and drop in her dirty mouth. Her body began to shake, overwhelmed by the array of stimulation, the first orgasmic tremors passing through her.
She sat up on the bad, grabbed his pants and undid his belt buckle. She needed to see his throbbing member filling with blood. She reached into his boxers and pulled it out. It was even more beautiful, more glorious and grander than She would even have imagined.
“Oh my God. That’s such a beautiful cock. And it’s huge.”
She reached out and clasped it with both hands. She didn’t have a choice. That was the only way that she would be able to hold onto it. her eyes grew wide with fear and desire. This was a real man.
His member looked so swollen. The large, purple head seemed like it was about to explode. She reached out and licked it, closing her eyes and savoring the precum. She kept the firm member between her two hands, exploding with her lips and tongue. Not only was it more beautiful than human cock, it also tasted better. Like a piece of expertly cooked steak, which of course had been skillfully seasoned.
Chapter 9
Colin
Fuck! He'd never seen his cock so full of virile juice and ready to explode. It tingled. For a moment he feared that it might be too big for her. But he could see from the way she was spreading and leaking on the bed, that she would be able to take every single inch in that sweet, pearly pussy. He pushed the swollen inside and growled. It felt so good, so tight. A perfect fit.
“I love the way you fit around my cock. It’s incredible.”
Her eyes were wild with lust as her fingers danced down his chest. She had fully turned. She was ready to give him all of her love, to match his energy, tangle with him, push and pull, toss and turn. Most women would quickly fold and submit whenever the jostling began, unable to appreciate the subtle pleasures of erotically charged competition.
He grabbed her hips and thrust back and forth, driving his dick deeper and deeper as she cried out for him to fuck her harder and harder. He slipped two pussy juice slicked fingers into her tight asshole. She gasped. Her mouth opened wide. Her pale flesh turned a shade of light red. She handled each one of his powerful grunting thrusts. Nibbling on her shoulder, delicately marking her as his. He cock fucked her hungry pussy and finger fucked her tight but wet ass. When her body shook, ripple of delight traveled across her flesh, causing all of her to jiggle. That was so damn sexy! He couldn’t hold back. Animal instincts took hold of him. He sniffed and then licked the sweat that pearled her flesh, so sweet and delicate and alabaster. Staring at her beautiful body and face was nearly too much for him, he quickly turned her over. It was all that he could do to control myself.
“Get up on all fours.”
He slapped her ass and yanked her hair. She screeched but didn’t resist. Very good. I’m glad he'd found that place where she would allow him to dominate. He couldn’t wait to learn that story.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
His hand landed several times hard an
d flush on her sweet cheeks.
“Yea, yes! That feels so good! Don’t stop!”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
He loved to hear her beg, loved to see how that cute ass would wiggle and jiggle. She turned, complete submission in her eyes. He smiled and stroked his dick back and forth. He couldn’t wait to feel her pussy’s tight coils wrapping around him as he penetrated deeper and wider, fitting perfectly into her pleasure grooves. That coiling was unlike anything that could be experienced with a human woman. Their pussies had not been made to perfectly accommodate us.
“Do you like when I slap your ass?”
“Yes, yes please. I love it.”
Smack! Smack! And then he pushed the huge head of his cock inside of her. He quickly spun it in, then unscrewed it. He repeated that action several times. They smiled and gazed into each other’s eyes. It had been so long since he'd been able to experience such an intense pleasure. He screwed all the way out. He'd forgotten how incredible women could be. She deserved a good licking—from her ass to deep inside her hungry cunt cave. He bent down and pressed his face into her ass. The smell made him brick hard. Desire fired through his loins. He sniffed and smelled. The primal odor brought back memories of distant lands—lands that he'd only traveled to in his wildest imaginings. He massaged his nose around the rim of the puckered hole. He sucked on one of his fingers, made sure it was nice and slick with saliva, then he pushed it inside of ass.
She threw her head back and moaned, wriggled her ass in his face. She had the audacity to reach back and push force his face even deeper into her. There was no need for her to do any more. He could appreciate a subtle hint. His tongue darted in and out of her hole, then slithered around rim. Within seconds a sweet, liquid secretion began seeping from her ass. This form of female semen was source of greater force and strength for the men of his race. Only women at the peak of her sexual powers and incredibly turned on was capable of secreting such fluids. He took every single last drop into his mouth.
When he was done feasting on her delectable ass, he lifted her into his arms and screwed his cock into her again. They fucked in that upright position, scratching and clawing at each other, moving closer and closer to the edge of ecstatic release and he could no longer hold it in and he felt his semen gathering in his balls.
While he held her in the air, she screamed, legs beginning to shake compulsively, holding onto him for dear life. Moments later they fell onto the bed, trembling, shaking, dripping, sweating.
He'd never really enjoyed post-coital talk. But it felt so natural having her lay on his chest and gaze into his eyes. This was a tenderness that he had never known. Something that he had never imagined. She had already pierced the armor around his heart. A deep blow. No pain, though. Only the pleasure and a deep sense of contentment with life. He suddenly felt a renewed purpose.
There would be more to his life than business deals and run ins with the law. There would be more to his life than living out the role of a bad boy, outsider. For once, he could see myself mating, starting a family, settling down, becoming a husband.
What was the point of this great wealth and success if there was no one to share it with? He looked forward to sharing, doing so abundantly.
A couple weeks later, Samantha’s feature article was published. It immediately went viral. The public was divided over whether or not his people should be allowed to continue living in the country. But the feeling among his people was nearly unanimous. It was time for them to leave. They needed to search for a new home.
“Are you willing to leave everything behind and come with me?” Colin asked her.
They gazed deeply into each other’s soul. Her nodded up and down. She leaned her head into his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her. They kissed gently on the lips. Finally, he had found his woman.
THE END
Bonus 29 of 30
Coming Together for the Holidays
Description
A night of torrid passion with someone she should not have loved made Mina desperate for a change. Leaving her home and altering her appearance bought her distance, but could not quell thoughts of that night, of the man she had left behind, from her mind. Isolated from her family and kept away from her hometown out of concern of what might happen if she went back, Mina’s sudden change had become the talk of the Harper family.
But she would have to come back someday, and her stepbrother would be there when she did.
Now, Mina has returned home for the holidays and her stepbrother, Dirk, clearly remembers what they had done together, and is interested in continuing where they left off. Will Mina be able to resist his charms?
Or will Dirk’s charms wear her down, make her give in to another night of forbidden love?
Chapter 1
When Mina was asked why she had changed so drastically, she lied.
This was, in large part, because most of people who would ask were members of her family, who had seen the sweep of her life in its entirety, the person she had once been and the person that she had become over the last year. The difference between those two states was stark. Gone was the red-headed flower child of what Mina, at twenty-two years old, had taken to calling her youth, replaced with a young woman of a decidedly darker tone. She had cut her hair short, dyed it black, taken to long pants and men’s cut shirts as, slowly but surely, the old Mina had faded away. Piece by piece, she had changed.
Talk around the family, she had heard, was that Mina had “turned” gay, shacked up with some Goth woman in some dingy apartment in her new city, and there was some truth to that. Mina’s roommate was a Goth, and their apartment was not… luxuriously furnished, but that was as far as it went. Anne certainly wasn’t of romantic interest for Mina, nor were women in general. Change does not have to be sexual, though in Mina’s case it was, albeit not in the way the rumor mill seemed to think.
Her own story was far more vague. When Aunt Callie called to invite her back home for the holidays, Mina had stumbled over her thoughts some, so that when Callie broached the question of why she had changed her appearance so drastically, she was already off her game. The pause that followed the question was, perhaps, longer than Mina might have liked, suggesting more than she wished to reveal. When she finally marshaled her thoughts enough to speak, it was with a slight stammer, a hitch in her breath that was similarly involuntary.
“It was just… time for a change, Auntie.”
Mina liked that answer, like she liked most half-truths; the rhetorical utility of them was rather lovely, in a squirming, dishonest sort of way. Words that used the truth to obscure other parts of the truth. That it had been time for her to change herself was not up for debate. Her family always failed to ask the correct follow-up question, though:
What was it that had made it that time?
Chapter 2
Snow crunched below the tires of Anne’s borrowed car, the ill-repaired sedan struggling as it went. Somehow, both the slick ice and the mounded snow caused it trouble, but then, flat surfaced roads often did too. Anne had bought a car that had no advantageous terrain, each attempt at driving it somewhere only another opportunity to show off new and unique ways in which it could fail its driver. It shuddered to a stop at the curb outside her parent’s house, then mysteriously managed to slide back half a foot, causing Mina to cry out and fumble for the handbrake.
Cursing, she struggled to push the door open, the handle resisting for several moments before the door flew open far too fast, to the sound of metal slamming against metal. Mina winced and pulled herself out of the unfortunately bucket seat, struggling over the edge and ruminating simultaneously on the nature of cars with not a single user-friendly component in them.
Predictably, her feet almost slid out from under her the moment they touched the ground.
Dragging herself up from a near horizontal position, Mina knocked clinging snow from her shoes and made her shuffling way up the treacherously sloped inclines of her family’s estate. Bu
siness had been good for the Harpers, good enough that several new additions had sprung up on the place in the year since Mina had visited, a large overhanging shade over the garage prime among them. The snow gathered roughly at the outline of this, piled up on the roof above, and it was here that Mina struck out for, that little haven of uncovered ground deeply inviting considering the slippery wetness beneath her now. Once beneath it, she afforded herself a moment to clean off her shoes and clothes more thoroughly, brushing off the thick white flakes that clung to her black jacket and pants, tousling it out of her pixie-cut hair.
She could hear voices from within the house and, despite herself, cast her gaze around suspiciously, looking for anyone approaching.
“Is that Mina? Girl, I haven’t seen you in ages!”
Mina didn’t manage to prevent her shoulders from tensing in time, but she did lower them quickly, turning it into a sort of surprised turn as she moved to face her mother and become the instant recipient of one of Marta Harper’s bouncing, jostling hugs. The woman was short and somewhat stout, her embraces a near tectonic event, a jumble of feet stepping on feet, waving hair and a full-body jumping that almost seemed to shake the world, so tight was Marta’s grip. Mina found herself laughing, the breath leaving her in great, gasping exhalations at the terminus of each bounce upward.
“Hey, Mom!” She grinned, but couldn’t help herself from looking through the doorway that Marta had opened to reach her, seeing nothing, much to her relief. Mina allowed herself to be hurried inside and out of the cold, seated in the prized armchair by the fire, which crackled in a marble hearth that hadn’t been there when Mina had last visited. The rug they had bought to cover the large, hardwood expanse of the living room floor when Mina had been a kid and they had just moved into this house lay just at the edge of her feet, more scuffed than she remembered, the passage of time having exerted its pressure on the rug just as it had on everything else.
