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Explosion

V alor

I’ve spent my life as a slave. There are certainly things I’ve wanted before, like freedom. I’ve yearned for things, like the cessation of pain when I was being tortured for my owners’ scientific experiments, or food when they withheld sustenance to keep us in line.

I’ve never desired anything, though, as much as I desire this female. My female. I want her so badly, my animal DNA is clouding my thoughts. I don’t see this room or the cameras, or even the female lying in front of me. All I can see is a picture of spearing into her. It’s not a still picture. It plays on a continuous loop as it flies through my thoughts over and over.

My rod is stiff and hard and leaking my essence. It’s twitching, compelling me, telling me it can’t wait.

I’m ready, Valor, Willow says sweetly.

That’s the problem. I’m not sweet. I want to take her savagely, like the most vicious beasts that compose my DNA. I think I’m snarling, but it’s hard to tell. I know I’m panting.

The female rises to kneel in front of me, then urges me to sit up and face her. She sticks her face in front of mine, reminding me I know her. She’s not some wet slit to sheathe myself in.

You’re Willow. I love you.

That’s right, she croons.

I pull my thoughts from the lewd pictures looping through my brain and see her. Beautiful female. Now that she’s sitting up, her tunic has fallen back into place. Despite the numerous orgasms she’s had, we never removed it. It does little good, though. I can see every detail of her beautiful breasts and hard nipples.

She’s looking at my third eye as if it’s communicating to her. She’s nodding, then says, “That’s right. It’s Willow and Valor and…” she doesn’t want the galaxy to hear as she says, We care about each other and there’s nothing you can do that would harm me. Got it?

I growl. I feel ancient and primitive. I couldn’t control my nature if I wanted, and I don’t want to.

She lies back and opens herself to me, motioning me toward her. My need storms through me like a force of nature that can’t be controlled. There isn’t a cell in my body that isn’t consumed with the urge to mate, but it’s pooling and gathering in my cock and balls. It’s powerful, compelling, relentless.

I can’t wait. Can’t hold back for another heartbeat. Leaning over her, my cock finds its place between her legs without my help. Like a homing missile, it knows where to strike.

I pulse it at her opening, using every ounce of willpower I have not to spear into her. It’s a losing battle. I slide in.

I snarl and growl, then tip my head to the ceiling and roar in victory. Some part deep inside of me wants to proclaim this is mine. In a moment, I’ll mark my territory in the most intimate way.

Her wet heat welcomes me. There’s been nothing in my life to prepare me for this. It’s beyond pleasure because it’s not just physical. It’s ownership. No. That’s not it. Because I’m not taking. The transcendence of this moment is that what I’m getting isn’t taken, it’s freely given.

I slide all the way to the hilt, then jab again to make sure I’ve sunk as deeply into her channel as I can. Even though I know I don’t own her, I grunt, Mine into her mind. I slide out and say it again and again with every thrust. Mine, mine, mine.

My eyes flash open to watch her. I’m worried her expression will tell me she’s being mounted by an animal, but her face is… bliss.

Yours, she says as her gaze finds mine.

Perhaps she knows the last shred of my humanity I’m clinging to needs to hear it, because she says, Fuck me, Valor.

It’s as if her words break the chains holding my last shred of control. I howl again and pound into her, my hips pistoning, my blood heated.

I hold her hand, twining my fingers with hers to keep our connection, then swing back into action.

Her moans don’t sound like the ones I pulled from her when my mouth was on her sex. Is she in pain? When I gaze at her again, the muscles in her face are tight. I slow, trying to shut myself down. Her lids fly open as she says, “Don’t stop!”

She’s not in pain. That’s the look of ecstasy.

I fuck her. Hard and fast. Pounding into her.

Don’t stop.

I quit worrying about hurting her and press deeper into her. I can’t get enough. I knew this would feel better than anything I’d ever experienced, but I’m shocked when I feel her orgasm fly through her. I thought this act would only be for my pleasure.

Her tight channel fists me, milking me in a way I can’t withstand. I come with an explosion, my cum spurting out in waves, bathing her inner sanctum. The noises pouring from my throat are otherworldly and loud and express the heights of my pleasure.

My hips thrust once, twice, three more times as my body releases every drop of my essence inside her, then I sag onto my side, my semi-hard cock still buried in her secret channel.