She moaned as his girth stretched her inner walls, forcing her to be more open for him. God he was big! But somehow she was able to take him.
The effect on J’are was immediate. As Imani sank down on him, a low growl of pure lust rose from his throat and the thick muscles of his arms began to bulge. He gave a violent jerk and Imani gasped as both of the thick plastisteel handcuffs abruptly parted, setting him free.
“J’are?” she gasped, looking down into his pale green eyes—eyes that no longer had sentience in them. They were glowing with animalistic lust and the desire to breed. They were the eyes of an animal—his feral side was out and it was hungry.
Hungry and ready to breed.
Before she knew it, their positions were reversed as J’are gripped her hips and flipped her over so that she was lying on her back with the big Nightwalker between her legs.
“Oh!” she gasped, looking up at him. He was still buried to the hilt inside her pussy and she could feel him filling her, opening her, making her his. But for the moment, he made no move to thrust—he only pinned her to the bed and looked at her, the wild light in his eyes both fierce and hungry at the same time.
Imani was well aware of what he could do—of how much bigger he was than her and how much stronger. Also, she was in an incredibly vulnerable position, flat on her back with his thick cock buried inside her.
But she didn’t want this to be a repeat of their bonding night—didn’t want J’are to feel bad about it when he ‘woke up’ to his thinking mind again and accessed the memories from his other side.
“J’are,” she whispered again and reached up to cup his cheek. “J’are, you might not completely understand me but I love you. And…I trust you.” She opened her thighs even wider, trying to make herself more open, trying to give him more room to thrust inside her. “Take me,” she told him. “Fuck me, J’are—own me.”
She wasn’t sure if it was her words or her submissive posture, but something seemed to set the big Nightwalker in action. With a low growl, he bent down and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he pulled halfway out of her pussy. He buried his face in the side of Imani’s neck and she felt him breathing her in, inhaling her scent as he pressed a hot, wild kiss to the side of her throat. Then he thrust into her again, making her moan with surprised pleasure.
“Oh!” she gasped as he did it again…and again and again and again. “Oh, J’are, yes—yes! God, that feels so good! Don’t stop—don’t stop!”
Her pussy was already hot and wet and ready from the way he had tasted her earlier and suddenly Imani realized she was right on the edge of orgasm. She could feel his fangs sinking into her flesh—not to rip and tear but to hold and mark, to claim her as his own. At the same time, his thick cock was thrusting deep inside her, the broad head giving the mouth of her womb rough, delicious kisses with every stroke as he pounded inside her.
So good, oh God, so good! she thought deliriously as the big Nightwalker opened her and owned her completely—making her utterly his as he took her.
Just as her orgasm rushed over her, she felt him thrust as deeply as he could inside her and then his shaft began to swell.
Imani cried out, helpless to stop the inner spasms of pleasure as her pussy gripped his thickness, massaging him, begging for the hot seed that spurted out to bathe her womb.
As it had before, the feeling of his seed inside her set off another intense orgasm. The pleasure was so great she almost passed out, just as she had on their bonding night. Somehow she managed to retain consciousness.
Which meant so she was awake and aware when J’are finished his own orgasm and came back to his thinking mind.
“Imani?” He looked down at her uncertainly, taking in the way they were still joined together with his shaft hilt-deep in her open pussy. Imani watched as fear bloomed suddenly in his no-longer glowing eyes. “Gods, are you all right?” he asked anxiously. “I thought you chained me down so I couldn’t hurt you!”
“You broke the chains but you didn’t hurt me!” Imani assured him quickly. “You just…loved me, J’are.” Reaching up, she stroked his cheek. “Very thoroughly and very deeply but you didn’t hurt me, I promise.”
“Gods…” He looked like he wanted to pull away and roll off her, but he couldn’t yet. Just as he had told her, it took some time for a Nigthwalker’s shaft to deflate after breeding. So they were stuck together a little while longer.
“Why don’t you roll over so I’m on top?” Imani asked him, a bit breathlessly.
He complied and, with one swift move, she found herself where she had started, sitting astride him with his thickness buried inside her. But J’are still didn’t look happy.
“I can’t believe I let my feral side out after so many nights of keeping it back,” he growled morosely. “Can’t believe I let it get to you again!”
“Hey, look at me.” She reached down and tilted his chin so that their eyes met. “Don’t talk about ‘it’ like that. Your feral side is part of you,” she told him. “A part that I love just as much as I love your thinking mind. And I promise you, once and for all, you did not hurt me.”
“Honestly?” J’are had begun to look more hopeful.
“Honestly.” Imani wiggled against him. “In fact, I might be up for round two…if you’re interested.” She gave him a naughty smile.
His eyes went half-lidded as he took in her expression.
“I could definitely be
