I felt a bulge pressing against my inner thigh.
I might be dressed up but he most certainly was not. I was grateful he would allow me to rest tonight. At least this way, I could come up with a plan for how I was going to prevent myself from falling pregnant.
It was only a matter of time. I wondered if there was a herbal remedy that would serve the same purpose as the medicine. I would have to make inquiries and figure something out.
I shook my head. What was the new supervisor thinking? Why did he want us to get pregnant? What purpose would it serve? We were there to pleasure the fighters. Pregnancy and babies would only get in the way.
The sound of clinking buckets and rasping paintbrushes from the workers fixing up the walls where the barricade had been built had faded. They must have moved on to another section of the prison.
Every so often, footsteps tapped down the hallways and disappeared again in the opposite direction.
Other times, there was a cough or the soft shink of an automatic cell door as it slid open and thunked into place.
The prison might not be the most pleasant place to live but it could have its moments. After a recent storm, where the tension and pressure had been released, the prison could, for a short while, relax and ease back into a regular pattern.
Trayem stirred beneath me and poked me even harder with his thick trunk. Despite myself, I began to feel my body reacting to his stimulation.
The head of his cock was only a few inches from my opening. I was wrapped up tight and there was no way that sucker was getting through multiple layers of clothing.
Not unless I wanted it to…
I shook my head and repositioned myself so I was less stimulated by him.
He kissed me on the top of the head. His cock turned toward me, pressing, probing, aching.
I could have turned away, could have refused him any attention, but my breath had already turned heavy, and my eyes turned steamy with lust. When I turned and looked up at him, I saw the same expression reflected back at me.
He wasn’t about to take the next step. Not after I had already asked him not to.
He was a gentleman, I realized. The only gentleman in the entire damn prison.
I surprised myself when I was the one that leaned forward and pressed my lips against his.
He gave way beneath me easily as I probed at him with my tongue.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and ran my hands over his firm muscular physique.
Then I worked my way down to his firm member. It quivered and grew stiffer when I wrapped my hand around it.
I reached down and cupped his balls. They were big. They had to be. They would have looked ridiculous if they were small and attached to his thick meat.
I slid down his body and took him in my mouth. He was so big I barely managed to take half his size, and that was with taking him to the back of my throat.
I let him thrust his hips into my mouth. I gagged around it.
I could take it.
I pulled back when I needed air, sucked in a lungful, and went back to work.
I ran my hand along his shaft, pumping him with one hand and playing with his balls with the other.
He groaned and it only made me want him more.
I licked his full length, lubricating him for a crescendo it would never see.
I used both hands to stroke him, slurping with the juices he gave me.
I looked up at him.
He smiled at me.
It was no use.
I wanted him.
To hell with my concerns. Everything would work out fine.
I took the medicine every morning. It’d only been a day since I last took it. I’m sure it would take another day or more to pass through my system completely.
I pulled my T-shirt over my head, stepped out of the bed, and pushed my pants to the floor.
Trayem just watched me.
“I thought you didn’t want to do this.”
“It has nothing to do with want, honey. Sometimes a lady needs.”
I climbed on board and straddled him.
I was already soaking wet with anticipation. As I serviced him earlier, I slipped a finger inside myself, pleasuring myself, warming up.
As good as it felt, it wasn’t enough.
Only he could satisfy me.
His length and girth were incredible. Some species were not made for mating with humans. There were far too large and made sex awkward.
Trayem was just on the outer boundary of what a female human could take.
I reveled in the challenge.
Sparks shuddered across my skin as I took him and a fresh blanket of dimpled sweat broke across my body. I hissed through my teeth and sucked a breath of sweet luxury as I rode him.
It felt so good, enhanced by the sense of forbidden fruit.
I knew I shouldn’t be doing this.
I knew I shouldn’t let him inside me.
But looking at him, how gorgeous he was, how kind, how gentle, how aggressively he fought for me…
I knew the favor I asked of him earlier was nothing but a token.
There was no way I could resist him.
I felt my legs shake. I flattened them to the bedspread as he lifted his hips, pumping inside me, and felt another shudder as he tore a scream from my throat.
I went up into a squat position but before I could begin to pump him, he pounded me from below.
I leaned back. His strokes were so ferocious, I lost my balance.
He reached up and grabbed my arms, holding me in place as he speared relentlessly from below.
He grunted, striking, and stimulating me like no one ever before.
He sat up. Suddenly, we were face-to-face. He ground deep inside me.
Our mouths were close, within an inch and a half of each other, our breath panting back and forth, exchanging sweet air as we exchanged body blows.
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