“Enjoying the view, Hope?” Krygor asked teasingly.
And yet, I could have sworn hearing a slight, underlying nervous tension. Was he insecure?
“You are magnificent. The Goddess truly outdid herself when she shaped you,” I said genuinely impressed.
His naked body was sheer perfection. Like all Braxians, his face would never be construed as handsome or attractive by any means. They had rough, brutish features, with strong brows that appeared stuck in a permanent scowl, a wide and prominent forehead, a powerful square jaw, and the typical broad and flat nose, reminiscent of that of a lion’s. Smiling and gentle expressions only made him look even more terrifying. But that didn’t trouble me or turn me off. On my home world, Guldar, handsome males abounded. However, as I’d learned the hard way, external beauty often hid the ugly monster dwelling within.
Leaning forward, I gently kissed his lips. My tongue mingled with his as I began to massage his neck. My fingers lingered on the broad curves of his shoulders, my mouth following in their wake. I took my sweet time, exploring each crease, bump, bulging muscle and vein of his wondrous body. The whole time, Krygor’s rough hand caressed my back and the bare curves of my bum.
As I leaned away from him to rub the oil on his stomach and around his pelvic area, Krygor suddenly lifted my leg up, yanking me over him. My yelp of surprise turned into a strangled gasp when he sat me on his face and rubbed his nose against my core. Thankfully, the oil bottle had been closed or it would have spilled all over the bed. Seconds later, Krygor’s fingers pushed aside the slim triangle of my thong before his tongue greedily tasted me. I cried out, my stomach contracting violently as he devoured me.
Wishing to reciprocate, I leaned forward to wrap my hands around the massive length of his cock. A slightly darker shade than his sun kissed skin, it felt like silk between my fingers as I gently stroked him. Since his girth would never fit inside my mouth, I licked his length, sucking on the head and grazing it with my teeth. I loved his clean scent and the salty-sweet taste of him on my tongue. His approving grunts and his hips moving in counterpoint of my movements spurred me on.
However, the pleasure building in the pit of my stomach as he lapped at my core and his calloused thumb rubbed my clit made it increasingly impossible for me to focus on my task. As soon as he sensed me beginning to crest, Krygor accelerated the movement of his thumb, his thick tongue dipping in and out of me. I fell apart with a startled cry, my body seizing violently. Krygor’s hands tightened, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of my bum cheeks to hold me in place while he licked and sucked on my little nub. He only relented once I began to come down from my high.
As soon as he released me, I crawled off him. Krygor made as if to sit up, but I pushed him back down. Although still dizzy from my orgasm, I climbed on top of him, face to face, our sexes aligned. My man’s predatory expression made my stomach flip flop.
“I want you,” Krygor said in a voice so deep with desire it came out as a barely intelligible rumble.
“And so you shall have me,” I whispered, rubbing myself against his length to slightly coat it with my essence.
“I must prepare you first,” Krygor intervened when I slipped a hand between us.
“Hush,” I whispered, interrupting him with a kiss. “I am always ready for you. The Goddess made me for you.”
It was a bold assertion. And yet, it had been spontaneous and not a calculated hint-hint. Still, as I aligned his cock with my opening, its sheer thickness made me tense with apprehension. What if I actually wasn’t able to take him?
I carefully lowered myself onto him. Worry, hopeful anticipation, and a naked hunger played on Krygor’s face as slowly, inch by inch, the resistance of my inner walls gave way, stretching to accommodate him. It burned and hurt, despite how wet he’d gotten me. And yet, pleasure still dampened that discomfort as his thick cock rubbed against the sensitive walls of my sex. Unlike other species, Guldan females didn’t have a single G-spot, but multiple in the form of rippling ridges covering our inner walls. Even now, halfway in, my ridges contracted around his shaft, greedily drawing it in farther.
Krygor’s lips parted, and his eyes widened as they squeezed him from all sides, gently stroking him until he was fully sheathed. I gave him a triumphant smile and, my palms resting on his chest, I leaned forward provocatively.
“I told you I could make you feel things no other female in the entire Eastern Quadrant could,” I whispered smugly.
Despite my bravado, relief flooded me now that the burning sensation was quickly fading as my body adjusted to his impossible girth. To further make my point, I ground over him before contracting my pelvic muscles, giving his cock an even stronger squeeze. Krygor hissed with pleasure and bared his teeth in a way that made my stomach do backflips and my nipples harden.
Grabbing my bum cheeks in an almost bruising hold, Krygor sat up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Slowly, carefully, he lifted me up then lowered me back down onto his cock, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine.
“You did, little Vaya, and I’m going to savor every moment of it,” he replied before kissing me again.
I moaned in his mouth, each stroke of his cock sending waves of electric pleasure from my core outwards. My fingers fisted in his long, black, wavy hair, I gave myself over to the burning feel of his naked skin rubbing against mine, his calloused hands holding me possessively as he moved me on his shaft, and the conquering way his mouth claimed mine.
“Ancestors!” Krygor whispered, breaking the kiss. “You feel so fucking good.”
My heart soared at the awe in his voice made sultrier with pleasure. Turning us around, Krygor put me on my back, his arms slipping under my knees to open me wider. Looking down between us, he watched his cock pumping in and out of me, his face dissolved in an expression of pure pleasure and complete wonder.
“Your pussy was made for my cock,” Krygor said with a possessiveness that gave me goosebumps. Leaning forward, he crushed my lips with a kiss while gradually picking up the pace. His mouth moving alongside my cheek to my left ear, he sucked on my earlobe before pressing his lips to my ear. “How much of me can you handle, Hope? How much of your giant’s passion can you manage?”
Turning my head to face him, I tightened my hold around his lower back, my nails gently scraping his skin.
“Give me all of you, and take all of me, Krygor. I am yours to do with as you please. Your pleasure is my pleasure. My body was made for you.”
A powerful expression I couldn’t decipher crossed his brutish features. Instead of the bruising kiss I had expected, Krygor captured my lips with a deep, gentle, almost tender kiss that melted me from the inside out.
And then he unleashed his beast.
My Braxian lover began to move inside me faster, with deeper, more powerful strokes, each one sending sparks of ecstasy through me, until I came undone. My inner walls clamped down on him, and he shouted my name as his seed shot inside me. But that didn’t stop him. Even as I writhed in bliss beneath him, Krygor continued to pound into me with near savagery and yet in a controlled fashion.
By the time he finally relented, my giant had released his passion inside me five times and wrested at least six or seven orgasms from me. Turning us around, he lay on his back with me atop him, and his cock still buried deep within my sheath. Heart pounding, skin slick with sweat, I rested my head on his broad chest, cocooned in the powerful embrace of his arms. My body still thrummed with the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt and with an illusion of safety that I eternally wanted to hang on to.