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Nightmare |
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NOTE: Thanks for all your help, JD!
From his supine position on the bed, Rhade saw her enter. Beautiful. Tall and lean, short-cropped blonde hair above dark eyes, supple muscles flexing and undulating as she approached at a leisurely pace, a slight swagger in her step, her arms swaying loosely at her sides. She was the picture of confidence.
She stopped halfway to the bed, smirking knowingly at him; her generous lips quirked into a half-smile, her gaze appraising him. She seemed to like what she saw.
“Are you suitable?” she purred. She paused briefly, her gaze roaming over his bare chest, then returning to his face. “Show me,” she invited.
He rolled gracefully to his feet, the bare soles making no noise on the floor. As he reached for her, he noticed that she wore no forearm coverings--the bases of her boneblades were exposed, naked. It was so erotic, so brazen, that an involuntary tremor ran through him.
He cupped her elbows in his palms and drew her against his chest, enfolding her in his arms, pressing her to him, holding her securely. He touched his nose to her soft hair, inhaling deeply. While his hands roamed her back, he sampled her aroma through his nostrils and slightly-parted lips, describing a line down past her ear, along the side of her neck, to the join of her shoulder, where his lips finally --finally!-- brushed her smooth skin. Exquisite. Indefinably rich; unmistakably Nietzschean. Delicious. Not weak, flat and slightly sour, like human women. It almost made his heart hurt to finally encounter it again.
Rhade refocused his attention, kissing along her jawline and up her chin to her lips, as his hands busied themselves with her clothing, tugging her shirt away, discarding it with a flick of his wrist. He ran his fingers between her half-erect boneblades, rubbing the bases, kneading with his fingertips. She drew in a quick, small gasp, obviously enjoying the sensation. Her scent got stronger as well. Rhade felt his lips stretch into a smile for his successful move. It may have been a long time since he was tested for a mating offer, but he remembered all his best tricks.
She toed her footwear off as they reached for each other’s pants. They squirmed and wriggled and pushed at the garments, until the restrictive coverings could be kicked away. That left Rhade’s arm-covers. He had a little trouble getting them off over his erect boneblades, nearly cursing as he wrenched at them. She laughed lightly at his predicament as she helped divest him of the cloth-and-leather sheaths.
He scooped her up quickly, hands under her firm, round ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist just in time --he pivoted a quarter turn and strode forward, not-quite-slamming her back up against the wall, pinning her there, groin to groin, chest to chest, face to face. They ground against each other lasciviously as their mouths and hands stroked, explored and teased, cranking the tension between them higher and higher. He scooted her up until her delectable tits were level with his mouth, then he leaned forward and captured most of the soft mound, sucking as he drew back, tugging the turgid nipple with his teeth.
“Oh-ohoh,” she moaned. “Aah!” She wound her arms around his head and pushed her chest toward him, humping and grinding her heated snatch against his abdomen, desperate for the friction. He spent long minutes indulging in her fantastic tits, giving them each a turn of his best ministrations--nibbling, sucking, squeezing, tugging, nipping. Her pleasure noises filled his ears like sweet music.
Eventually, he slid her lower so he could reclaim her mouth, their tongues dueling sensually, exploring. The outer lips of her pussy now surrounded the length of his cock, lubricating the entire underside as it slid up and down along her slick crease. The heat and wetness and friction were driving him crazy! He was too close to exploding; he had to do something.
Again, his arms tightened under her butt, hauling her bodily away from the wall, through another quarter turn, then flung her down on the bed, still pressed full-length against her. Faster than thought, he scooted backward, wrapped his arms around her hips and rolled onto his back, pulling her along with him. She came up on her knees, bracketing his head. She scarcely had time to recover her balance when he tugged her down onto his hungry mouth.
He worked her cunt hard, sucking the inner folds, tugging with his teeth, probing his tongue up inside her as far as it would go. When he flattened his tongue against her clit and hummed, she screeched and came in a warm rush right into his waiting mouth.
Instead of relaxing her, the orgasm wound her up higher. Her lust matched his in fury, and she impatiently growled, “Now!” at him as they changed positions, as he climbed on top of her.
“Fuck me now!” she commanded. He lowered his weight onto her and slid his hard, throbbing cock inside her hot, hungry box. “Hard!” she demanded, pulling him against her with her arms and legs, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his, grinding their pubic bones together.
He shoved in all the way to the hilt on his first thrust, his balls pressing against her ass. He braced his arms against the mattress then did as she wanted. Over and over he slammed into her willing body, grateful that he didn’t have to hold himself back, be careful, like he did with human women. She was Nietzschean, sturdy enough. His hips slapped up against her as he jammed his cock in as hard as he could. Her moans increased in volume.
“OH, unh! I’m going to come!” she gasped out. “Pump your sperm inside me!”
The demand spurred him on and he rocked his cock in. If he could time it right, he thought, they would orgasm together and it would be glorious. He was so close...
He looked down at her. “Take it!” he grunted. “Take my sperm in your cunt!” he growled.
With that, she came, and it was harder than the first time. “AAHHHHHHH Yyeeeaaahhhh,” she yelled.
His orgasm thundered out of him; he arched his back and slammed his throbbing cock in, pressing tight, emptying his load in waves of muscular pulses.
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He startled awake, cold and alone, with the stink of Seefra all around him. Childless. Incomplete. His precious seed spent uselessly inside his trousers.
‘And they wonder why I drink,’ he thought, reaching for the half-empty bottle by the bed.
End