Page 84 of Sawoots Story

His huge cock rears up. It’s so fucking thick I can barely believe it fits in me. His balls hang, two baseballs under the bat of his cock and I wrap my hand around them, squeezing them gently as I lick the tip of his cock. Pre-cum leaks, and I open my mouth, taking his milky seed. It tastes so fucking right, salty and warm, and I wonder if my taste buds have changed to crave it or if it’s just that good.

I crave the delicious feeling of being stretched out, but I hold back. He snarls with need as I spread my lips wide, forcing my mouth over his thick cockhead. He fights against the vines, his aura spiking with arousal. I have to force myself to focus on the vines constantly grabbing me, because if I lose concentration for a second, he’ll rip free and have me pressed against the floor, fucking me mercilessly.

The Bondthrumsin my mind as I imagine him pounding me into oblivion. The urge to let him go is so powerful that the vines loosen for a second, and he thrusts his hips forward, forcing his cock down my throat. A spurt of Aurelian pre-cum lets him slide down without resistance, and my gag reflex is completely numbed. I fight for control, forcing down the Bond, and the vines tighten.

I’m greedy for him. I slide my head back and forth on his cock, and his vicious snarls turn to growls of satisfaction. I look up, my eyes watering, and his silver, cold metallic eyes are staring down at me with focus so intense it makes me shiver. His aura is tumultuous, and I doubt he could speak if he tried.

I’m used to him grabbing my hair and forcing every inch of his dick down my throat, but now I’m in total control. I take him deep in my mouth, rubbing his hot, heavy balls, and his toes curl in satisfaction.

He grunts, and I know he’s close…

But I need so much more.

I’ve proven to myself I can resist the Bond, if only for a moment…

And I want to give in to Tar’ank’s power. I pull my head back, swallowing the last spurt of pre-cum, and turn away from him. I imagine the wall becoming a mirror, and the marble sparkles, reflecting the room in crisp, clear detail.

Markrin and Garrick stand behind Tar’ank, ready to jump in if it gets too intense.

I want it to get too intense.

I look tiny and helpless compared to the beastly man, and he towers over me in the reflection, a massive beast making me look so small.

I get on my hands and knees, arching my ass for him. His eyes lock in on my sex, and his aura blazes, fiery and dark with consuming need. The Bondthrumsin response to the alpha, and I need to let him take me.

I let go. I stop fighting to keep him ensnared. I let myself be a bitch in heat, his little toy to be taken. The vines whip away from him, and he’s free.

He’s on me in a second. He wraps his arms around me and presses me against the soft, spongy ground, forcing his cock deep into me in a desperate thrust. I’m stretched to the limit and I scream out in the mix of pleasure and pain that overwhelms me. I can’t move an inch. Five hundred pounds of Aurelian fully in the Mating Rage pounds me against the ground with hard, brutal thrusts. His biceps flex as he squeezes me against his chest and I’m nearly crushed as he jackhammers me.

I look up and see myself in the mirror, a tiny little thing helpless under the brutal alien warrior.

I love this feeling. I try to wriggle away from him, but I might as well be a doll. His hot breath is in my ear, and he runs his tongue over me, licking the lobe. I lose myself in the pleasure, succumbing to the sensation of being pushed past the limit. Tar’ank is sweaty, his hard body grinding against mine with every thrust, and I can smell the scent ofhim,so right. He forces his cock deeper and deeper in me and his balls press against me as he takes me hard.

The pleasure builds and builds, and I cum from his violent thrusts, my desperate slit milking his cock with every spasm of my orgasm. I scream out in pleasure and he wraps his hand over my mouth, so nothing comes out as he presses me down and loses control.

He seeds me, forcing every inch of that massive cock inside me as it throbs and spurts rope after rope of Aurelian cum into me. The Bond pushes my orgasm to another level, black, dark pleasure filling my mind as I lose myself to ecstasy so incredible I forget who I am.

His grip loosens around me and his aura clears, but he hugs me against him, and I feel so protected and safe in his arms.

“Gods. I went mad,” are the first words that come out of his mouth. They’re garbled, like he can’t remember how to speak. He clears his throat. “I’m…”

“Don’t apologize. This is exactly what I wanted,” I reply, and his aura eases. I’m utterly satisfied. He lies on top of me, his softening cock still in me, and I melt.

This is perfection. I’m proud of myself for resisting the Bond…

And satisfied from letting it take me over.

Every ounce of me told me to let him loose. I delayed it, fighting down the Bond and proving to myself I could control the need.

Tar’ank kisses the back of my head. He’s becoming more tender, contrasting to the beastliness of the Mating Rage. Now I just want to relax. There’s this drop after being mated where all I want is to be wrapped up in a mass of Aurelians, squeezed together in a happy Sawoot sandwich.

I’m drowsy, utterly spent, and I feel myself nodding off into what is going to be a deep, restful sleep.

The pleasure room turns red.

I didn’t imagine the colors changing.

And I didn’t imagine the klaxon sirens wailing out.

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