He reared back, staring down with victorious pleasure at the sight of her body joined to his. A satisfied rumble vibrated deep in his chest.
Lyra was pinned in place by the grip of her body on his cock. She trembled and writhed. No matter that he’d done it—that he’d invaded her small body with his massive one, made her narrow walls spread for him, surrender to him—he was still too big.
Sensation radiated out from the exquisite, searing agony of his conquering flesh seated inside her. It washed through her in waves, weakening her limbs, arching her back, curling her fingers and toes. She felt an instinct to move against him, to slide herself up and down his invading flesh.
She whimpered, lost in the overwhelming feeling, not sure if she wanted to scream or laugh or cry or moan.
His hands gripped her hips again, fingers biting into her skin. And slowly, slowly, he pulled his hard length back out of her. Every sliding inch burned sparks of painful pleasure inside of her.
She shivered inside her skin. Her hips undulated, a slow, sinuous dance, all the way along the length of him. He drew back until only the tip remained inside of her. Her inner muscles rippled against the sudden emptiness.
With one swift, hard stroke, he plunged deep. His hips slammed against her ass, his sac against her clit. The force of his thrust slammed her forward. She let out a rasping, keening cry.
He drew back again, and she whimpered, hips swiveling, pussy clenching. He thrust deep again.
And again and again and again. Faster and harder and rougher, until he was pounding into her so deeply that she felt it in every part of her body. The force of each impact rippled through her, a throb of pleasurable agony.
His arms wrapped around her chest and he reared up, keeping her helplessly impaled as he sat back on his heels. Her back pressed against his chest. Her thighs straddled his lap and his hands returned to grasp her hips, working her body up and down his shaft.
The shock of each collision buffeted her clit, again, again, again, until her body was no longer hers. The sharpest, steepest, most splintering orgasm she’d ever had stretched her limbs, arched her spine. She quivered and writhed, helpless to it. And as she fell apart into oblivion, still his huge body slammed into hers, a mindless, animalistic possession.
Asier growled deep in his throat, thrusting harder, faster. Lyra was helpless, dazed. Her body was his to have, to control, to use. He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. His hips thrust up, fucking her harder. Faster. He fucked her with the powerful, unrelenting slam of a machine.
And then he shoved his cock as deep as he could get, plowing into her with a brutal slam that made her head fall back. He roared as he came. Jets of hot seed shot deep inside her, filling her, just as he’d promised. His seed overflowed the capacity of her body, leaking in slick pulses down her thighs.
Asier sagged, releasing his hold on her. She slumped forward, barely catching herself on her hands and knees. She slid limply off of him, jolting as the flaring head of his shaft passed through the narrowest part of her tender core.
She dropped to the floor on her belly, legs sprawled. Asier’s seed pooled beneath her as her inner muscles continued to flex and grip.
She panted for breath. Fire and ice chased over her skin.
The toxin was in all of his bodily fluids. He’d warned her. She felt it now, deep in her womb. The warm, languid feeling that had already taken over her body when they’d kissed, radiated from her core, intensifying. She trembled from the powerful grip it exerted on her. She was raw, wrung out, and still she wanted—needed—more.
She felt Asier’s big hand on her hip. He flipped her over onto her back as easily as turning a playing card. She stared up at him, dazed and pliant. He had his cock in hand, still hard, still ready. She let her thighs fall open. His golden eyes fell to the swollen pink folds of her sex. He swiped a finger through her tender flesh, collecting the semen that dripped from her body. He leaned his big body over hers and pressed his finger to her lips.
She opened her mouth, tasting his seed mingled with her arousal, laving his finger with her tongue as if it were the head of his cock. When he pulled his finger away, she swallowed and licked her lips. A growl rumbled in his chest.
He leaned down and opened his mouth against hers. His fangs pressed into her lower lip as his tongue swept into her mouth. The toxin flooded into her system, blotting out thought. There was only Asier, and her need to be filled with him. She whimpered against his mouth, clutching at him, trying to wrap her legs around his big body.
He sat back, gripped her by the thighs, and pulled across the floor with a rough jerk. The head of his cock pressed against her clit. She keened, rocking her hips, trying to take him in. He braced himself above her, and thrust in. It felt as though she were being split apart—but she needed it, welcomed it, begged for it.
He took her this time in swift, shallow strokes, plunging fast. He angled his hips angled so that he pressed against her clit with each hot stroke. Her back arched and her toes pointed, legs spread wide as she shattered into orgasm.
He flipped her onto her stomach, and straddled her ass. The long reach of his cock found her swollen sex, pillowed between her thighs. She watched over her shoulder as he pumped deeper into her body, long, hard thrusts. His hips pinned hers to the floor. His golden eyes stared into hers, filled with a hungry ferocity.
He fisted one hand into her hair, pulling hard. When he came again, she felt the throb of his cock deep inside of her. She felt the force of his seed, filling her, overflowing her. It seeped around his cock and slicked her thighs, pooling beneath her.
He pulled out of her and picked her up, settling her astride his body so that she faced him. He guided himself back into her swollen, dripping flesh. She couldn’t get enough of him. She needed him deeper, harder faster. She braced her hands on his shoulders, and drove her weight down on him. He gripped her hips, working her harder and faster.
They came again and again. And still they couldn’t stop. Every time they kissed, every time he came in her, the need ratcheted higher, more desperately insatiable. She clawed and bit and clutched and writhed, trying to consume him in every way, have him as far inside her body as she could take him.
His seed filled and overflowed her body time and time again. She licked his cock clean and he came in her mouth. He bent her over and fucked her like an animal. He took her standing, holding her off the ground so that she was a helpless rag doll, arms and legs dangling as he rammed into her. He pinned her knees to her ears, and drove deep and hard. He lay back and bounced her on his cock. His seed dripped from her body, ran down her thighs.
And still the mania drove them. It couldn’t be sated. They couldn’t stop.
He couldn’t touch enough of her, couldn’t taste enough, couldn’t thrust deep enough, hard enough, fast enough. She whimpered beneath the heavy crush of his body, the brutal collision of his lips on hers, the scrape of his fangs against her delicate skin. But she pressed back against him, her hips rolling with the tempo of his thrusts, the edges of her nails sinking hard into the iron resistance of his skin. She clutched him with all her strength, devoured him with lips and tongue and teeth.
And it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. He could fuck her forever, into oblivion, and the desperate urgency would never abate, never be satisfied.
He took her in every way imaginable, filled her with his seed until it overflowed the slick, hot chalice of her sex. Again and again, he charged into the ecstasy of climax, the primal victory of seeding her fertile body, only to be immediately consumed by unrelenting need, once again. Time did not exist in the grasp of her perfect flesh. Only one thing mattered, and it consumed them both.