Page 119 of Exiles on Earth
“El-len.” I will never tire of saying her name.
“Ilia,” she whispers back, and hearing my name on her lips sends a thrill zinging up my cocks. Her brown eyes focus on me, determined. “I want more.”
THIRTY-NINE
ELLEN
Ilia’s ferventtouches have me sopping wet and burning with need, but looking at the girth of his monster cock, the base widening all the way down with these flared ridges at intervals like a pagoda, I know I’m probably going to get more than I can handle.
But this is Ilia. He won’t ever hurt me. He’s being all gentle and soft, holding himself back for me, eyes dark with a deep need which matches my own.
My legs dangle down the sides of the bed and I widen them so I’m spread open for him. My shoulders tremble, as I support my weight on my elbows, watching him ease into me, inch by inch. I want to take it all, want him inside me now, as deep as he can get, my body pulsing with each of his careful thrusts.
The secondary cock both intrigues and worries me; it’s as stiff as his big monster cock but instead of a head, it has a small dimple in it. Where could it go? I bite my lip.
Ilia goes still. “El-len, are you okay?”
“I want you, but… this is all so new to me.”
"We’ll go at your pace," he reassures me, stroking my stomach, scales strobing in time with my heartbeat.
My toes curl. He’s so concerned about me. Love wells in my chest, filling me with heat. “I want you, Ilia. I trust you.”
His legs tremble. "You trust me,” he repeats in a low, throbbing voice that makes my pussy weep.
"With everything I am.” I’ve never felt so exposed, and yet so safe. “Like everything from now on, we’ll work together."
"Yes, El-len. We’ll lead together.” His cheeks flush, a coquettish move that has me melting again.
He resumes his careful, maddeningly slow thrusts, each one deliberate and controlled. My walls strain as he eases deep inside, filling me more and more with every push. The delicious pressure is almost too much, and not enough at the same time. I want it all. Everything. I want him.
“So good,” I moan.
He grabs hold of my hips, hard. Sweat beads on his scales like jewels, sapphires and rubies and emeralds, shaking as his muscles tremble. He’s holding himself back so much, restraining all his pent up desires, for me, because he knows it might be overwhelming all at once. He groans, a ridge pushing inside me, stroking my inner walls as it travels up, then back down again when he eases out. The next time he thrusts, the ridge stays inside, sliding up and down, sending waves of pleasure deep into my core.
Then it hits my G spot, heat spilling and spreading inside as he strums me.
“Ilia?” I gasp out. I don’t know what I want to ask him for; maybe to bind our souls so we’ll never be apart again.
His shoulders bunch, then he pushes deeper with a groan and seats himself further in. He’s slowly filling me, stretching me, each ridge a pulse of delicious pressure. Pinks, blues, greens and purples chase across his chest, settling on pale peach with red around his nipples, and browner arms.
I glance down at myself. “You’re matching me,” I pant.
“Mate… binding,” he grits out, each breath short. His eyelids flutter, but he opens his blue eyes to lock gazes with me. Heat flares deep in my belly, as he fills me more and more.
I’m nearly halfway down his cock by now, muscles aching with the strain of holding my legs wide. I relax them, let myself turn liquid as love surrounds me. He pulls me a little closer, and his top cock latches onto my thigh.
The suction power in it robs me of breath. I fall flat to the bed, crying out. "Fuck!"
He immediately whips it away with his free hand. "Ellen, are you alright? Did I hurt you?" he barks, scales flashing a sickly silver.
"No, the opposite." I reach out for his secondary cock and his scales strobe into pink as he sighs with relief. He lets it go and it bobs into the palm of my hand, warm and stiff.
My mouth waters. "Can I put this on my clit?"
"Wherever you want me." Ilia resettles his right hand on my hip, holding on tight. He watches as I place him, eyes dark, and I brace myself, although nothing could prepare me for the power suckling at my clit, pushing me immediately close to the edge. My arms and legs shake, trembling uncontrollably as the peak races up toward me, faster and harder than ever before.
My lover’s right there to catch me, his tight hold on my hips grounding me. Waves of ecstasy rock through me, pussy pulsing around his hard thick length, every one of those ridges strumming my nerves as I buck.
