Page 15 of Entangled by the Alien Mercenary (Monster Mercenary Mates #4)
Elyssa
His vine had curled inside my core, filling me, stretching me until I’d burst apart at the seams. Now he withdrew it slowly, flicking the tip along the sensitive nerves at the top of my slit. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide apart, and his cock was back—that thick tangle of vines that formed the head, knocking at my entrance. I was ready for him, and I wasn’t, all too aware of just how big he was compared to the vine that had pleasured me so far. But it felt good, too—that thick knot of alien cockhead, the ridges that made up his shape.
Then he began to push in, and my body squeezed tightly around that invasion. Too tightly—it burned—and he seemed too big, too blunt to ever fit. I shook my head, eyes wide. Oh no. There was slickness from me and slickness on that thick head that wasn’t mine, but the warm water was diluting it. My body was too small to give way to that thick invasion; I knew it.
Tass eased up on the pressure, but his face held a determined frown. Iredese flared bright gold at his temples. “Yes, you can take me, pretty Elyssa.” I wanted to deny that; it didn’t seem possible right now. The shaft itself might fit, but the head was too much—my body would not stretch to accommodate him. It simply wasn’t possible. “We will fit,” he growled, his teeth snapping together to punctuate his determination. Maybe I’d been uttering my denials out loud, but it felt like he’d read my mind.
Hauling me up by my waist, he lifted and pushed me back until I was sprawled on the soft, mossy edge. My hips were precariously near the waterline, my legs dangling into the warm pool. The rest of me—nipples included—got struck by the cooler air in the cave, but enough steam wafted around me that the chill did not bother me. I caught Tass’s hand when he reached for my thigh to nudge it wide. His body was still almost entirely in the pool, water lapping at his wide shoulders, his head at eye height with my exposed, wet core. “It’s not going to fit. You’re too big…” I denied again, staring imploringly into his dark eyes, willing him to understand.
He licked his dark lips, those Iredese glowing. His wet hair rose around his head as the leafy texture fluffed up. Then he ducked, and his tongue lashed at my core, arrowing deep and catching me completely by surprise. Pleasure rose again, and my body relaxed as fear left me. Oral—I could do that. It felt so blazing good. Tass’s tongue was soft as a feather, but the pressure was just right. It was also longer than I expected, pushing deep, then coming back to lick at my clit with eager suckles and flicks. When he dragged the blunt edges of his teeth through my folds, I saw stars at the sudden change of sensation. Hovering on the edge of an orgasm, I wasn’t prepared for the stretch of his fingers as he speared me with two at once.
Tass was nothing if not thorough, lapping until my orgasm crested and spiraled, and my core clutched tight at his invading fingers. Then he did it again, but this time piercing me with three, forcing an orgasm from my body twice until it slickly and eagerly accepted the pumping of four of his fingers, his thumb pressing my clit in tandem with his tongue.
Weak, limp, and relaxed, I lay on that mossy edge, staring up at the cavern’s intriguing ceiling. My body was a mass of sensation, my core stretched and full, then aching when he withdrew his hand. Fingers kept flicking my clit, and I twitched beneath that touch, sensitive after so much pleasure. More wetness and warmth bathed my stretched entrance next, the warmth of it soothing the muscles. A bit of pressure—my body flickering with a hint of unease as I tried to decipher if that was his vine or his hand again. And then I knew: it was his cock.
Eyes flying open, I jerked up on my elbows to confirm—my body growing tight again in anticipation of pain—when it became too much, when he became too much. Tass had risen from the water, and his cock was pressing into me, the large head as big as my fist—bigger. It glimmered with oily wetness, with glimmers of something golden that reminded me of pollen dust. “Tass,” I said, intending to follow that with “stop” or “no, it’s too much.” But my body tingled with pleasure, and then, with a popping sensation, the head slid past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance. Any hint of pain was instantly forgotten as the textured head rubbed against sensitive nerves. I moaned, and then I moaned his name again.
“Yeah, that’s it. Good mate, sweet mate. You can take me. You are taking me right now—feel how good it is, how full you are. Feel me, Elyssa.” And I did. I felt him so good. I felt like I was bursting around him, fuller than I’d ever been, and all he’d pushed in was that thick head of his cock. When his hips pulled back, I felt it pull on my entrance but not slip out, and then he pushed back in again, and it went deeper.
Each time he repeated that motion, I saw stars—the push and pull, the stretch. It was absolutely fascinating to watch him fill me. The thick green shaft was ridged as if it were made of three thick vines twisted together, braided. An orgasm crested—too many to count at this point—and he was only halfway in. My muscles sucked him deeper as they spasmed around him. Then he was all the way in, and the feathery leaves at the base of his cock eagerly fluttered against my clit. It was all too much. My vision blurred, graying at the edges. I shouted and twitched around him.
He roared, his cock jerking deep, and everything seemed to twist and curl deep in my core. His cock could move, like it really was made up of multiple vines. He came, clutching my hips tightly to him, our hips practically fused together. I was pretty sure I passed out for several seconds, my mind spinning, exhaustion and pleasure weaving together. It was sex, and it wasn’t—different from any male I’d had before him. I would never be the same; I’d never want anyone but him now that I’d experienced this.
My arms had ended up around his neck, clutching the thick strands tight enough that it had to sting, but he did not complain. His black eyes glittered with satisfaction, with triumph, with a possessive claim I did not want to deny. I wanted him to stay lodged between my thighs forever, as aftershocks rocked my body and made my core milk every last drop of seed from his thick shaft.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but eventually, my skin began to cool, and a shiver rocked my body. Tass stroked his palms along my hips, then my belly, gently cupped my breasts, and finally patted my shoulders. The touches warmed me, but his expression grew serious. “You are getting cold. Come in the water; it’ll warm you.” His hands slipped under my body, raising me until I was cradled against his chest, his huge cock still lodged tightly in my core. Then he sank into the water with me, and all that heat soothed the coldness, as well as the aches and pains caused by the massive stretching of his cock in my core.
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Tasseloris
Elyssa was tired, and she’d been through much, but I could not pass up another chance to wring pleasure from her silky body. The tight clasp of her heat as she stretched around my cock was better than anything I could describe, and I did not want to leave it. Fucking her languorously this time, with soft pulses, she came with a sigh, and I followed her over the edge with many kisses against her face and her soft pink mouth. “That’s it, sweet mate. That’s it,” I urged her as she melted.
Afterward, I knew it was time to withdraw from her tight clasp and rest. I pulled out reluctantly and as gently as I could. My seed and her wetness gushed from her core, painting the pool with golden flecks. I was not prepared for her startled laugh at the sight of it or the amused, “You come in glitter?” The pool’s natural filtration system whisked most of it away in short order, but my mate had to delicately scrub at her folds to get the last of it off. I was tempted to ask her not to wash—I liked it a little too much to see her painted with my spend.
Unfortunately, we needed rest, and she deserved to feel clean. Once we got out of the pool, neither of us dressed. She washed her clothing, I prepared food and my bedroll, and then it was time to curl up together and surrender to some desperately needed sleep. Tomorrow, I’d get us to true safety and a bed, and then I’d fuck my pretty mate again.