Page 25 of Accidentally Abducted

"I'm not going to break," I tell him, pushing back against his hand to take his fingers deeper. "You can go faster."

"I will not risk hurting you," Zeph says firmly, though I can feel his control fraying. "This requires patience."

"Patience isn't exactly my strong suit right now," I admit, reaching down to stroke myself, already achingly hard from the dual stimulation of his fingers inside me and the empathic echo of his own arousal. "Not when I can feel how much you want this too."

Zeph's free hand catches my wrist, stopping my movement. "I want to feel you come apart around me," he says, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that does things to my insides. "Not from your own hand."

"Fuck," I breathe, because the combination of his fingers working me open and that authoritative tone is almost enough to push me over the edge already. "You can't just say things like that."

"Can I not?" There's a hint of amusement in his voice as he twists his fingers inside me, making me gasp. "Would you prefer I remain silent?"

"Don't you dare," I warn, because his voice, that formal accent roughened with desire, is half the turn-on. "I want to hear exactly what you're planning to do to me."

Zeph leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. "I am planning to take you slowly," he murmurs, his voice dropping to that register that makes my whole body shiver. "First, I will continue stretching you until you are begging for more. Then I will position you exactly as I want you, with your legs wrapped around my waist and your body completely open to me."

His fingers twist inside me as he speaks, punctuating each word with a deliberate stroke against my prostate that has me gasping.

"I will enter you inch by inch," he continues, his breath hot against my ear. "Watching your face as you take all of me. I will remain still when I am fully seated inside you, allowing you to feel every ridge, every pulse, every throb of my cock stretching you open."

My cock twitches against my stomach at his words, leaking pre-come onto my skin.

"Then," Zeph says, adding more of that slick lubricant as he works a third finger deeper, "I will begin slowly. But I will not remain gentle, Jake." His voice takes on an edge I've never heard before. "I will hold you down with my full strength. I will grip your hips hard enough to leave marks. I will fuck you with a force that reminds you I am not human."

"Fuck," I whisper, my entire body shuddering at the promise of that controlled violence.

"I will take what I want from you," he growls, his bioluminescence flaring with intensity. "I will use your body for my pleasure while ensuring you receive even more. I will pound into you until the bed breaks beneath us, until you cannot tell where your pleasure ends and mine begins."

"Zeph," I gasp, already halfway to coming just from his words and fingers.

"I will fuck you until your body can take no more pleasure," he continues, and there's something almost predatory in his tone now. "Until you come around my cock without being touched, clenching and pulsing. And then I will continue fucking you through your orgasm, harder and deeper, prolonging it, intensifying it, until you are completely undone beneath me."

"Oh god," I moan, my hips rocking desperately against his hand.

"And only then," he whispers, "only when you are utterly satisfied and begging for mercy, will I allow myself release. I will come deep inside you, marking you with my essence, establishing an empathic bond that you will feel for days afterward. So that even when you return to Earth, you will still feel me inside you."

By the time he deems me ready, I'm a sweaty, desperate mess, my cock achingly hard and leaking, my entire body trembling with need. I'm begging him for more in ways that would be embarrassing if I could feel anything beyond the overwhelming need for him to fill me.

"Please," I gasp as he finally positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against me, slick with his natural lubrication. "Please, Zeph, I need..."

"What do you need?" he asks, holding perfectly still as he waits for my answer.

"You," I tell him honestly, reaching up to touch his face. "All of you. I need to feel you inside me."

The sound Zeph makes is somewhere between a groan and a growl, and the glow under his skin flares so bright it illuminates the entire bed. "Are you certain?"

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

When he finally pushes inside, slowly, carefully, with constant check-ins that would be annoying if they weren't so sweet, it's everything I imagined and nothing like I expected. The size of him is overwhelming at first, but the natural lubrication and his patient preparation make it feel incredible rather than painful.

True to his word, he enters me inch by inch, his golden eyes never leaving my face as he watches my reactions. When he's fully seated inside me, he remains perfectly still, allowing me to feel every ridge, every pulse, every throb of his cock stretching me open. The sensation is exquisite, beingso completely filled, feeling the alien textures of his anatomy stimulating places inside me I never knew could feel pleasure.

"You have taken all of me," Zeph says, voice tight with the effort of his restraint. "Are you well?"

"Better than well," I gasp, shifting my hips experimentally and watching his bioluminescence flare in response. "You feel... god, I can't even describe it. Incredible."

But more than the physical sensation is the empathic connection, which explodes into something I can barely comprehend. Suddenly I can feel everything he's feeling, the tight heat of my body around him, the emotional intensity of the connection, the overwhelming tenderness mixed with raw desire.

"Oh fuck," I gasp, because the dual sensation is almost too much. "Zeph, I can feel... everything."

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