“Not to rip the fabric—Wexxon!” His name caught in my throat as I felt his thick cock somehow already sliding deep inside me. And yet, even though Wexxon’s huge shaft had just penetrated me without any warning, there wasn’t any pain, my body suddenly overwhelmed with instantaneous pleasure.
“…How?” I moaned as my pussy clenched tight around the length of Wexxon’s cock.
“You wanted me,” Wexxon replied, like it was the most logical thing in the world. “Of course your body was ready for me, too.”
“I didn’t…” I shook my head with the denial. “I mean, I wasn’t even thinking about anything sexual—”
“You were thinking about mating with me as soon as I saw you in the beauty parlor.” Wexxon grinned up at me, his hips starting to move against mine in a small circle. “I know you were, because I was thinking about mating with you, too.”
“But I wasn’t…” I groaned as Wexxon’s shaft filled me up to the brim, my fingers flexing against his shoulders in response.
“Maybe you just weren’t cognizant of your desire,” Wexxon suggested, his hands hiking the red dress up my waist even further as he slid his cock even deeper inside me.
And I cried out for him as I shamelessly rode his shaft, my need to come for him making me feel so frenzied and desperate. “Fuck…Wexxon…Wexxon…”
There was lust in Wexxon’s eyes as he looked over at me, his hands gravitating toward my chest as his fingers searched for my sensitive nipples. And once he’d found them, he rolled the nubs between his fingertips, pleasuring my chest over the fabric of the red dress, keeping up a steady rhythm as he drove his cock inside me, again and again.
“I’m coming…” I moaned out for him as an orgasm rolled right through my abdomen, my hips still moving against his own, even as I threw my head back with the motion. “I’m coming…I’m coming…”
Escape.
I’m supposed to be looking for an escape.
The thought flashed in my mind, the last gasp of reason I had left in my brain. What the fuck was I doing right now? Letting Wexxon fuck me however he wanted? Shamelessly coming on his cock as if he was actually my husband? As if any of this was real?
“Your mind is drifting…” Wexxon murmured before he brought a hand up to either side of my face. “Let me bring you back, little warrior.”
After he spoke, Wexxon’s large tongue slipped between my lips, capturing me in a kiss that forced all the air right out of my lungs. His kiss was just so powerful and invasive, like he was claiming ownership of my mouth, the same way his cock had claimed ownership over my pussy. I tried to move away from him, tried to take my lips back as my own, but it was like my body was no longer cooperating with my brain.
Because my body belonged to Wexxon.
“Wexxon…” I murmured his name as he broke off the kiss, as he returned his hands to my waist, controlling the speed of my hips. “Wexxon…I think…I think I want…”
“What is it that you want, little warrior?” Wexxon continued at the same pace as before, his cock pounding into me, my body on the verge of coming for him yet again. “All you have to do is ask.”
And in that same moment, I began to weep.
Fuck.
There was such a huge disconnect between my body and my mind—I didn’t know what to think anymore. I didn’t know how to think anymore. For reasons I couldn’t understand, all my body wanted was to carry Wexxon’s seed, to try and birth him a mighty son or a graceful daughter, someone he’d respect just as much as Aldvirion, someone who turned out just as kind as Palqeet.
“I can’t…I can’t…” I turned my face away from him even as my hips continued to rock against his own. I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I couldn’t betray my own chance at freedom by encouraging him to impregnate me, no matter how much my mouth was begging me to admit my deepest desire out loud.
“You don’t have to say it, my little warrior.” Wexxon flashed me a bright smile. “I already know what you want from me.”
“Wexxon, wait—” But by the time I got the words out, it was already too late. Wexxon was pumping my pussy full of his warm cum, his body going still as he spilled his seed inside me. But even as Wexxon’s cock exploded inside my pussy, something still felt so off between us, my body seeming unsatisfied by the result.
“…Again,” I instructed, my voice unwavering as I began to steadily circle my hips against his waist again. “I want you to come inside me again.”
And Wexxon smirked up at me, his waist already moving to meet my own.
We’d mated throughout the rest of the afternoon.
And all through the night, too.
By the time we were finished with each other, I was completely exhausted, my body so close to passing out from the effort. In fact, the only thing that kept me awake was the pure, raw hunger that felt like it was ripping my stomach into shreds.
Fuck.
When was the last time I ate anything? When was the last time I drank anything?
It had to have been the morning of my internship, which had been a full day ago, maybe two. I briefly wondered if the terror of my new situation had dulled my instincts for food and water, my body much too focused on staying alive and getting away from the alien planet.
Or at least, that was what my body used to be concerned about. Now, it seemed like the only thing I craved was Wexxon, and more specifically, Wexxon’s seed. I then brought my hands down to my empty stomach, a painful rumble moving right through it before I glanced over at Wexxon on the other side of my bed.
“I need to eat,” I said, my voice low as I spoke. “And I need to drink. If I don’t eat and drink something soon, I’m probably going to die.”
“You sound quite calm for a dying person,” Wexxon joked as he looked over at me in return. “And from the way you’ve been screaming my name for the last several hours, you nearly had me convinced that all you needed to sustain yourself was me firmly inside you.”
My cheeks went red at Wexxon’s response, shame rising up to my skin. “I don’t…I’m not usually like that. I’ve never been like that with anyone else, not before I met you.”
“I would hope not.” Wexxon grinned. “It’s supposed to be different with your husband, after all.”
“I’m serious though, Wexxon. I need to eat something,” I murmured as I shifted away from the bedsheets. “Do you think there’s something in the castle I can eat? Or something you can bring me? Since I’m not supposed to leave the room—”
“You can leave the room now, Rachel.” Wexxon smiled as he moved out of the bed, too.
“…What?” I let out a confused laugh. “What do you mean? Weren’t you just making a big deal out of me being anywhere in the castle that wasn’t my room? Seriously. I thought I wasn’t supposed to go anywhere until I was pregnant.”
“…Do you not feel the change?” Wexxon asked, his gaze locked on my own.
“What change are you talking about, Wexxon?”
“Rachel.” Wexxon’s tone had gone from joking to gravely serious. “Can you really not tell that you are now pregnant with my child?”