Page 12 of Tornn's Mate
At last, he withdraws his finger from my center, apparently satisfied that I’m not hiding anything. Mourning the loss of his touch, I release a desperate moan. But a second later, he nudges at my back hole.Oh God oh God oh God.
I tense up. I know I’d promised to cooperate, but I can’t help it. The action he’s about to take is so taboo, I can scarcely believe he truly intends to penetrate meback there.
“Naughty naughty,” he says in a scolding tone. “Relax your bottom hole, sweet human, and let me inside. I suspect you’re very tight back here, and I promise I’ll make it quick.”
“I-I’m trying,” I gasp out. “Please don’t be angry. I’m just so nervous about you touching me there. It isn’t proper. You shouldn’t even look at this part of me.”
“I’m your husband.” That’s all he says, as though his status as my husband is reason enough for him to claim every little part of my body. In his culture, I suppose it is.
Heated flushes rush through me as he presses at my forbidden entrance. The aching in my core doesn’t cease. It gets stronger by the second, and moisture soon escapes to trickle down my inner thighs.
He finally breaches my snug hole, pushing a fingertip inside. Or maybe it’s his whole freaking digit. I don’t know. It feels awfully huge, even though the movement is slight. The pressure of the fullness isn’t painful, but it’s not exactly comfortable.
My feelings of exposure and vulnerability heighten, and I’m once again reminded that I’m completely at Admiral Tornn’s mercy. Whatever he wants to do to me, I’ll never be able to stop him.
But the longer his finger remains submerged in my back hole, the less uncomfortable it becomes. It’s not long before I start to enjoy the exquisite fullness, and I swear my clit starts to throb in tune with my rapidly beating heart.
“Just a bit deeper, and then we’ll be done. You’re being a good little female,” he says in a praising tone. “I appreciate your cooperation in this matter. Your obedience pleases me beyond measure, and I intend to reward you once I’m finished inspecting this tight bottom hole of yours.”
I barely hear him over the pounding of my pulse in my ears. Ecstasy floods me as he shoves deeper, and I don’t understand why the indecent act is causing my clit to throb harder as my entire body quivers with desire.
Yes, surely I’m about to die. Whatever he’s doing to me can’t be normal. Any moment now, my heart will most definitely explode. That is, if my pussy doesn’t combust first.
“There. My finger is fully submerged in your back hole. I don’t think you’re hiding anything, but let me do one more thing…” His voice trails off and he soon swirls his digit inside me.
Oh. Sweet. Lord.
I momentarily leave my body.
The fullness is too much. The throbbing in my nether parts becomes pure anguish. I struggle to breathe. When I try to move, Tornn places his free leg atop my slightly flailing ones, securing me over his lap as he invades my bottom hole with his massive finger, holding me captive for his thorough inspection.
I don’t understand the waves of submission that keep surging over me, the odd but overwhelming need I have to please my new husband, to comply with his demands. Where is it coming from? It’s a feeling that’s so strong it seems almost… innate. Like a long-buried instinct that’s only risen to the surface now that my alien mate has finally taken possession of me.
“No contraband. Good little female.” With great care, he withdraws his finger from my bottom. Then he places this hand at the small of my back and touches my pussy with his other hand.
I tremble with need as he strokes my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
Oh God. Oh yes. More. Please more.
I moan and writhe over his lap, allowing the unfamiliar urges to flow through me. Inviting the pleasure he’s bestowing.
Desperate for the release he promised me, even though I’m not certain what it’ll feel like or if it will alleviate my distress.
He dips a finger into my core and spreads more wetness over my throbbing button, then resumes caressing my clit with increasingly fast strokes. Blissful pressure builds and builds, until suddenly I’m truly dying, falling into an abyss of pleasure so great, I can’t stop moaning and whimpering and undulating against his hand.
I’d thought I left my body only moments ago, but now I’m truly rising above myself, soaring to the stars that hover in open space beyond theHaxxal. My head buzzes, wind rushes past my ears, as I reach the sweetest rapture I’ve ever known.
And then suddenly I’m turned over on Tornn’s lap, and he’s cradling me against him, stroking my hair as he murmurs into my ear. I don’t understand what he’s saying, and it takes me a few seconds to realize he’s speaking in the Darrvason tongue. The deep, guttural words fall over me, blanketing me in comfort. In safety.
Eventually, I float back into my body, and his warmth surrounds me further. I realize my head is leaning against his chest, and I can clearly hear his beating heart. His familiar scent grounds me in the present, reminding me that I’m really here and this isn’t a dream.
I try to resist the comfort he’s offering me. I try to remind myself that he pretty much bought me. Fuel, repairs, and navigational assistance in exchange for a wife.
Does he view me as his property?
Yes, I want the alliance to succeed, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy the process. It doesn’t mean I need to be happy about the part I’m playing.
I had afiancé, an entire life planned out… and suddenly it was ripped away from me. I’m still not over the shock of being told I would be given to a Darrvason male.
