Page 76 of Taken to Lemora
“Well, my selfish little hybrid. I’m your Xiveri and right now, I’m your pleasure male. You’re going to have to do what I say. You’re going to have to wait.” He sounds so happy and it’s all at my expense. I want to war against him, and I have a few tricks myself.
I squeeze the inner walls of my core around his length and he moans, collapsing further forward until he’s inside of me halfway, where his erection bulges thickest. Pain tears through my vagina, inside and outside, but it doesn’t matter, because I want more.
“Augh, Essmira…” His head rolls on his neck. He blinks down at me and his green pupil is wildly blown. “I’m going to try to seat myself all the way. Tell me if I hurt you in any way. Please.Pleasedon’t let me hurt you.”
Tears blur the sight of him as I gently stroke his horns up to the tip, at least, as far as I can reach. I nod. “I trust you, Raingar.”
“I love you, miriga.”
His mouth crashes against mine as his body moves slowly, slowly, slowly, pushing past invisible walls neither of us can feel. It takes us half a lunar — or it takes us only instances — for him to finally stretch me wide enough to take all of him. We both cry out when his hips come flush against mine…and then I feel the barb poking at my butt.
“Are you okay?”
He barely gets the words out before I shout to the heavens, “YEFFA!”
He chuckles momentarily, his hand smoothing my hair away from my face before he reaches beneath me, fingers sliding over the smooth curve of my ass that’s half red, half brown. “I will put my lower spur in you now…” he croaks, sounding like a male dying of thirst. “I won’t easily be able to retract it, so if you want it out, please tell me right away. It’ll hurt if you try to pull away, or so I’m told.” He sounds desperate and pained, but I nod vigorously.
“Please…I want it in…I want you in everywhere.”
“Augh, stars, Essmira. You’re a perfect thing.”
He kisses my forehead and closes his eyes and my toes curl when I feel him prodding at my second hole…the tight one that isn’t nearly ready for what he’s about to insert into it. Raingar must sense this when he pushes his finger inside, because he gathers some of the fluid that’s dripped down my crease and massages it inside of me. Then he replaces his finger with the small protruding appendage all Lemoran males are born with and I feel the tip, which is neither spiky nor furry but a combination of both, enter inside of me and lodge there with frightening permanency.
I wince at the fullness and the painful sensation when he shifts, and then my eyes roll back when Raingar sits up, changing the angle enough that the smaller barb on the top of his penis can flood my core while his thumb works the small bundle of nerves outside of my body. His hands are so much more gentle this time, and I can’t stand it.
“Ohr!” I shriek. The sensations are overwhelming. I slam both of my hands down beside me on the sheets.
“Is it too much?”
“Comets, yeffa! Yeffa, Raingar!”
“I’ll pull out…just give me…”
Threats of murder are all I can think and I lunge forward and grab his neck and crush his mouth with mine. Against the taste of dew and a thousand sunrises, I whisper, “If you stop now, I will throw you into the Dark Flats.Claimme, Raingar. Do it now.”
He laughs huskily against me and kisses me back bruisingly, but I want it. I wantallof it. “Your wish is my command, miriga.”
Like he’s been given permission to truly let go, his movements turn savage in an instant. Sitting all the way back on his heels, he grabs my calves and holds them out in front of him, leaving me vulnerable and open to his invasion.
“Stars, miriga…” he gasps. “The sight of you like this…I’m never going to leave this bed.”
“Don’t. Because I want to stay.”
He moans and his eyes roll back and ripples of heat flood my body. His spurs latch inside of me and don’t let go and their pressure scrapes pleasure through my front and tighter holes, making me scream as the weight of multiple orgasms crash down on me simultaneously. Wetness leaks out of my body, surging against my thighs and plunging lower to cover the curves of my ass.
“Raingar, yeffa! Please, come close…I want you close…” But the bastard slams my legs together and ruts me like this. Closing my legs around his cock makes me feel like he’s reentering me for the first time all over again. I moan at the huge, swollen pressure inside of me. I lose sense of time. Everything tastes new and wonderful and different. I’m never coming down from this. “Raingar…”
“Miriga. I am your servant,” he grunts, his horns coming down to frame my face as he presses my knees into my chest.
“You are my king.”
“Then you are my goddess.”
I laugh and his lips find mine and I lose myself to the sound of our flesh slapping. I manage to get him to pull back enough for me to spread my legs beneath him, bringing us closer together, close enough that I can reach around and slide my middle finger into his asshole.
“Essmira!” He shouts, eyes lighting with surprise an instant before he comes again, face twisting up.
I smile until the pressure of his uneven thrusts becomes too much and my sensitive clit begs for relief…
