Page 54 of Strays
I’ve never felt anything like it. My mind floats in a sea of pleasure, every nerve ending lit up and starving for more. It feels like my whole body is wiredstraight into hers, every breath, every brush of skin, every heartbeat. The world disappears until it’s just me and her and the way we fit together.
I slam hard into her, but it’s not enough. I want more. I need everything.
I lift her hips and shift her just enough to open her more for me, groaning when I can drive in deeper.
I hear her cries becoming louder, driving my body to move faster, harder, until I’m completely lost in sensation. I can’t stop. I keep going, chasing that point where I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
She gasps, arching beneath me, her chest rising and falling fast, hair stuck to her cheeks with sweat. She looks wrecked. Beautiful. Ours.
“Oh… please… I… I—” she whimpers.
Suddenly I feel a new, strange sensation. It starts with a pressure at the base of my cock, like there’s a small, hard ball pushing everything aside to make room. It’s a little uncomfortable, but somehow it only adds to the pleasure. I can feel it pressing from the inside every time I pull out and sink back in, the tightness growing with each thrust.
But then the pressure grows bigger and bigger until it’s overwhelming, the pleasure and the strain both too much at once. It takes me a second to understand what’s happening: I need to knot.Now. And all I can think is that I need her coming, to milk and suck my knot until it’s fully swollen.
The pressure builds even more, and I growl, desperate. One of my brothers reaches her clit, fingers working her until she’s squeezing me even tighter, the pain at the base of my cock threatening to drown out the pleasure.
“Just one more time, my love,” I rasp, slamming into her as deep as I can. “Come for me.”
And she does.
Hard. Glorious.
Her walls flutter around me, and the most powerful wave of pleasure crashes through my body.
I choke, and even gasping feels good.
The pressure is gone, like that damn ball just popped. In its place, there’s a warm rush of pleasure that swells more and more until, for the first time in my life, my knot locks and I can’t move at all.
I try anyway, wanting to go even deeper, but there’s no room; she’s got me locked down, squeezing every inch.
Somewhere in the fog, I hear Jay and Shane murmuring softly to her, but I can’t make sense of the words. I lean over her and bury my face in her hair, drowning in her scent.
Another wave hits. My body stiffens again, emptying more of myself into her.
I relax, just riding each wave of massive pleasure until I’m finally spent, still buried deep inside. I never imagined it was possible to feel anything like this.
I feel my knot deflating, the emptiness flooding me with a relief I’ve never felt before, and I slowly pull out of her.
She’s limp, but her expression is pure bliss. I cradle her in my arms and kiss her head, cheeks, lips. She sighs, and I lay her gently in the middle of the nest.
Shane and Jay are already checking on her, flexing her legs, massaging her arms, making sure nothing’s stiff.
Her inner thighs are slick with our release, so I wrap her towel around my waist and go to the bathroom to grab tissues. I come back and clean her carefully, until she’s dry and comfortable.
Then we all lie down in the nest. Her scent is so sweet now it makes all my muscles feel like jelly.
I hold her tight.
And pass out.
PART TWO
LOSING
Reexamining Gregalis–Human Coevolution
Excerpt from Malcolm A. Norwood, Journal of Anthropology, 42(3), 2020, pp. 117–135.
