Page 31 of Claimed By the Mothman
She felt it before she saw it—the subtle parting of flesh low on his abdomen, right beneath the ring of glowing red. Heat spilled against inner thighs, and he pulled back just far enough for her to look down.
His cock emerged in a slow, liquid motion, surfacing, sliding free from a narrow slit. The shaft was ridged in asymmetrical patterns, and each ridge seemed to pulse slightly. The head was flared slightly and wept clear, shimmering fluid in slow, heavy drips, painting her inner thighs with want before it had even breached her.
She stared, wide-eyed, trembling, and all she could think wasyes.
He moved slowly, deliberately, dragging his length along her soaked folds. The ridges caught against her swollen skin, each pass a jolt of obscene pleasure that made her hips jerk forward with need. The thick head caressed her clit once, twice, smearing her slick with his.
He growled once again, bucked his hips, and slammed into her with one perfect, brutal, sudden thrust.
Nellscreamed.He wastoo big,too deep,too much. Her body convulsed, clenching around him, struggling to stretch wide enough,yield enough,to take the sheermassof him, stretching around those ridges that scraped delicious agony against her inner walls.
It should have hurt. It did hurt. And it feltdivine.
Her cry cracked in her throat as he pulled back and thrust again, harder. She clawed at him, wild and wordless, and he snarled, hips snapping with feral rhythm.
His wings flared behind him with a suddencrash, the gust knocking something over that shattered on the floor. It didn’t matter. She was pinned to him, around him, surrounded by claws and hands, his breath hot at her throat, his mouth dragging along her pulse, and her body convulsed.
“Mine,” he growled, teeth scraping her skin. “Youbearme. Youburnfor me.”
The claspers around her thighs flexed, tightening with the rhythm of his thrusts. The motion locked her against him, open, undone. She met every thrust with a writhing cry, trying to pull him deeper even when shecouldn’t take any more.
And still,stillhe moved, rutting into her like he needed to bury himself inside her soul. She sobbed against his neck, voice shredded, mouth open and gasping as her body broke again. Her orgasm tore through her like fire in a dry field—violent, fast, impossible to outrun.
“You were made for this,” Sig hissed, a clacking sound emerging from his throat. “You were made for me.”
Nell’s fingers dug into his back, nails raking over skin and chitin as her scream ripped free—a pure, primal summons called straight from her core.
Sig howled, a raw cry that shook the walls and rattled the air. His wings snapped wide, and his entire body locked as he drove into her one final time, deep enough to make her gasp from the pressure.
His claspers cinched even tighter, holding her in place as his cock twitched, swelled,floodedher with thick, molten release. It pulsed into her in rhythmic waves, and the heat and fullness and sheerrightnesssent her spiraling into another orgasm before the first had even finished.
She cried out again, wrecked and limp and shaking, clutching him like he was an anchor. He held her through the aftershocks, rocking slightly as their bodies twitched together, wrapped in heat and slick.
Nell’s skin was soaked, bones liquid, her lungs working overtime. For one perfect, obliterated moment, she was nothing but heat and him and glow.
Until her brain caught up.
Her eyes snapped open. Her chest hitched—not with pleasure this time, but realization.
“Oh—gods—ow—” she gasped, wincing as one of his claspers tightened reflexively, holding her still. One of his claws flexed against the curve of her thigh. Something scraped.
“Sig?” she said, sharp now, urgency slicing through the haze. “Let go.”
His breath stuttered. “I…I cannot.” He looked down at her and blinked slowly, unfocused, like he was surfacing from a deep dive. “They’re not…” A flicker of awareness snapped through his expression. “Done.”
She shoved at his chest, or tried to, but her arms were jelly. Her core was still clenching helplessly around the swollen, inhuman length of him. The claspers around her hips didn’t budge. If anything, theytightened, a slow, involuntary contraction.
“Sig,get out of me.”
He stared at her, wild-eyed, caught between the fading haze of release and a sharp, rising edge of panic.
“This is not a choice,” he blurted. “My kind, when we bond, we… lock. It’s biological. To encourage… facilitate… fertilization. I cannot…” He shuddered, like even saying it out loud made it worse. “I cannot release you until it passes.”
“I almost died,” Nell hissed, voice high and rising, teetering on the edge of hysteria. “I almost died a few hours ago, and now I’ve got your dick stuck in me because of agoddamn biological bear trap sex thing?”
She tried to wiggle, just to try and make some room, but all it did was create a wet, humiliatingschlick.
The base of his cock pulsed suddenly and swelled. Her walls clamped down without mercy, and before she could even form a thought, another orgasm detonated through her.
