Page 34 of Taken to Kor
“Shrov.” He bows his head, jerks back and then it happens.
He releases me and the nest and takes a few steps back and when he stands to his full height, my gaze drops to his crotch. There’s a short protrusion that looks like another rough plate, except it’s slightly raised and flat on the top like a plateau. But as I stare, the center pushes up and out and from it, a cock like nothing I’ve ever seen before, grows.
Literally shooting up out of its shell like a flower, the thing stretches up and up and keeps growing. No, not like a damn flower, like a shroving tree trunk! The thing is massive, thick as my arm and tall and curved so that it touches his belly button. His hands flutter uncertainly around it, like he’s afraid to touch his own…thing!…and all of a sudden, he moans.
He moans so loud and long and in anguish that it makes me jerk and stutter. I don’t manage to get any words out, Human, Meero or otherwise, before he starts to, well…come. He starts to spurt semen all over the place. Thick grey gobs of it leak from the flat head of his penis, winding in ribbons down the veiny shaft.
“Holy shit.” My vagina does a strange dance as a mirrored wetness starts to dampen the thick patch of curls between my legs and the blanket beneath them. I don’t have the wits left to try to do anything about my current predicament with as enrapt as I am watching Rhork fight through his.
He staggers towards the curved wall to my left and presses one palm to its black, silvery surface. It peels apart, opening a small compartment. He rifles through it, throwing all kinds of gadgets over his shoulder until he comes to a long, curved tube. It’s orange — one of the few things on this ship that isn’t grey — and I jolt when Rhork brings it down the length of his body and fits it over his dick. He stumbles back and lands on another net, this one hanging from the ceiling, and moans even louder, even harder, his pelvis jerking up as he fucks this thing in front of me.
Ho. Ly.
Mo. Ly.
I mewl. The sound must surprise him too, because his eyes fly open and hook into mine and don’t let me go. I spread my legs apart and reach between them and touch my clit. It feels so good watching him watch me like this.
His no-hair-eye-brow-brows twist up and I’m too horny to be properly ashamed that he likely finds me disgusting, touching myself to the sight of him. I’m glad I’m too horny for any modicum of self-awareness, or restraint. Because this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done, and it feels shroving great.
I touch my clit, struggling to stay up on my elbow, but unwilling to lie back. I want to watch him. Want to see him through to whatever end lies in store for the both of us. The soft skin of my clit is completely soaked. Ordinarily, I’d have to wet my fingers in my mouth in order to reduce the friction of my hand on my ultra-sensitive skin, but not now. Now, all I have to do is watch him.
His hips are jerking in little pulses, making the net swing beneath him. His spikes poke through the back of it and I have no idea why, but the sight of them wrings another moan out of me.
This time, his name is mixed in the middle of it. “Rhork, baby…”
“Shrov!” He closes his eyes, blocking the sight of me out. It stings somewhere deep in my heart and mutes some of my arousal. My fingers slow. His eyes fly open and he looks at me and I stop. My face falls.
And then I jump when he jerks onto his feet. It takes two of his hands to keep the contraption around his dick in place. He grinds his teeth together and his eyelids flutter as he stumbles towards me — towards the net. Maybe he wants to lie down while he finishes…
I try to move back and out of his way, to make space for him, but it’s kind of hard to maneuver on the net. It’s stretched taut between three walls and the blankets beneath me act as some kind of surface. The moment I manage to get up on my knees, Rhork grabs my bad leg and wrenches it straight.
I squeal as he flips me onto my back and bites down on the inside of my thigh.
“Auhhh,” I moangaspwail with my mouth open and my eyes clenched tight.
“You remember what else I said about Niahhorru males. Don’t you Deena?” He rumbles, sending lightning blitzing through me.
Shrov no. I can’t remember anything. Not when he wrenches me to the edge of the net with one pull, hooks my knees over his shoulders and lifts my hips to meet his mouth using two of his hands. The flash of his hot breath against my flaming, tortured clit is the only warning I get before his hard, smooth lips crash down onto it like a wave in that elusive ocean I’ve imagined one thousand times. I picture it again.
Heat sizzles through me, ripping a whole host of expletives out from between my teeth. I jerk and writhe as his tongue slaps down onto my most sensitive flesh, stroking it roughly, brutally, endlessly.
System. Failure.
Response. Not. Registering.
A shudder twists my already twisted leg along with all the rest of my limbs. I reach down and my fingers find smooth scalp, and then ridges and then spikes. I grab onto the uppermost hiannru tine and wrench him even closer, like I’m trying to pull him into me. He groans throatily against my clit while his mouth continues to suck and lick and nip and lave.Stars, this is everything.
“Ontte, it is,” he answers.
I’m talking out loud again.
“Ontte, you are.”
I jolt again when three fingers enter my tight opening and another probes my rear. “Holy shit!”
He enters me in both holes simultaneously and even though I’ve touched myself in both places, I’ve never been touched before in either. Not like this. My mind is completely lost, fragments scattered to the far quadrants of the known galaxy. All I’ve got is a Niahhorru spike in my shaking hands to anchor me as Rhork punishes me brutally for a crime I didn’t know I committed.
But if I did know, I’d commit it again and again and again… I’d happily let it be the death of me.
