Page 15 of Monstrous Heat
She made another low, sweet sound, her muscles clenching around my intrusion. “How can I want to start all over again?”
Mesmerized, I watched the way she quivered, restlessly shifting in a futile effort to ease the fullness she must feel. Her soft, full breasts swayed, begging for my touch. Her skin incredibly fragile, soft as down. She dug her nails into my stomach, her pussy clenching and grinding on my dick while she made those fucking hot whimpers.
I’ll kill anyone and anything that threatens to take her away from me.
Her hips shimmied and squirmed, making me clench my hands on her thighs. I fought the urge to tumble her beneath me. To fuck her long and hard until she passed out senseless with pleasure, filled to the brim with cum. Vicious instinct roared inside me.Ensure she carries my offspring. Keep her filled. Make her mine, mine, mine. Over and over and over.
But she was human. She’d already been through a scare in the jungle, and though her natural curiosity and bright mind led her to ask a dozen questions, I didn’t want to give her a reason to flee. I especially didn’t want her to fear the reality of what I am. Sweat and temporin burned in my eyes, but I forced myself to lie there and take whatever she chose to give me.
No matter how much I wanted to roar and snarl and mark her delectable throat with my teeth again.
The swollen knot kept her from moving too much, acting as a plug inside her. There wasn’t any thrusting or friction involved. Just agonizing squirms. The fierce grip of her pussy, muscles squeezing and quivering around me. Every inch of my dick throbbed with the need to get deeper. Claim every inch of her. I could see and feel the intricate, delicate flow of her anatomy. The barrier to her womb. The sacks where her eggs waited. I didn’t sense that she was fertile this very moment, though the dynos didn’t give a damn. With enough temporin and pheromones and cum spilled inside her, she’d be round with my seed soon enough.
I didn’t know what such offspring would even look like—but my instincts insisted it was possible.
The bulging head of my cock throbbed, swelling up even more. I gritted my teeth, fighting to hold back another climax. Not until she’d had her pleasure. I smoothed my palms up the front of her body, testing her erogenous zones. Her breasts were tender, the tips rock hard against my palms. A ragged moan escaped her lips when I applied a little more pressure, especially on her nipples. So I leaned up and captured one in my mouth again. Gripping the soft flesh, abrading the tip with my tongue while she writhed.
Whimpered again. Panted. “Kroktl.”
My name on her tongue drove me insane. I drove my hips up, lifting her off the mattress with the force of my thrust. The knot prodded at her inner barrier, and she twitched in my arms. A strangled cry escaped her throat. Her pussy locked down on me so tight that I couldn’t hold back the surge of release that poured through me. Wave after wave, pumping her full, spraying her insides with semen. Only then did the swelling go down, though my cock didn’t slide free yet. I wanted to stay inside her as long as possible. As long as she’d let me.
Shaking, she nestled against my chest, her head beneath my chin. Her back heaved, her muscles quivering with exertion. I could smell the dip in her blood sugar. Not urgent yet, but she would need to eat. Soon. Though I gauged the best thing for her right now would be sleep.
She groaned and tried to lift her head, though she flopped back down against me as if her bones couldn’t support the weight of her head. “I need to clean up.”
I rubbed my mouth on her head. “Later. Rest now.”
“I’m sticky and… gross.” She groaned again, though this time with bliss as I applied a bit more pressure on her muscles. Urging her to rest. “I stink of sex.”
I let out a low, soothing rumble. “No, baby. You stink of me. Keep my scent and cum on you as long as possible.”
“Women should pee,” She mumbled. “After sex. Infection.”
I huffed out a laugh. “That’s one of the perks of having sex with me, then. I guarantee my sperm won’t let anything else grow in you.”
Except my seed.
I didn’t say the last words out loud for fear it would scare her. To my knowledge, humans hadn’t mated with dyni before. But after our doomed mission to Earth, it had become painfully obvious that we soldiers were on a need-to-know basis, and the higher-ups in charge obviously didn’t want us to know shit.
Or we’d never have ended up stranded here.
9
KROKTL
Gazing down at my sleeping mate, I fought the urge to crawl back into bed and bury my face between her thighs again. She had to be sore, despite my adjustments to make our joining as pleasurable as possible for her. I’d filled her up tight, slamming as deeply as I could go. Then held her on top of me while she slept. The thin, old mattress was still softer than me, but I hadn’t been able to let her slide down beside me.
It was a testament to her exhaustion that she slept so deeply that she hadn’t woken even as I crawled out from beneath her limp body.
Which could be a massive security issue.
I needed to leave for supplies and scout the area to make sure the smugglers hadn’t picked up her trail. Or the worthless humans who’d left her stranded in the first place. I could move effortlessly through the jungle as dynos, but it’d still take me at least an hour or two to secure food and make sure we were still well hidden.
Meanwhile, I’d have to leave my sleeping, vulnerable mate alone.
Even now, she could carry my offspring. I breathed deeply, mouth cracked open to take as much of her scent into my body as possible. I didn’t sense fertilization but it was just a matter of time. My dynos wouldn’t have been so eager to fuck her if we weren’t compatible, let alone claim her as mate.
Heat still surged in my veins, but now the possessive urge to protect her also hammered at the base of my skull. There were too many threats and unknowns. I had too many enemies who’d relish hurting her to get to me. Even a member of my squad—which was the only family I’d ever known—had betrayed us.
