Page 11 of Hunted By Khor (Alien Mate Hunt #1)

I wake to the sound of water dripping. Not the violent rush of yesterday's storm, but steady drops hitting stone. The flood must be receding.

Every muscle aches. Between my legs is a specific soreness that throbs with my heartbeat. Ten orgasms. He made me come ten times with just his tongue and fingers, then held me all night without taking me. His hand stayed possessively between my legs, not moving, just claiming space.

He's not beside me now.

I sit up, wincing. The furs smell like him—smoke and spice and alien male. My body responds immediately, fresh wetness gathering despite the soreness.

Twenty-four days until the portal opens. Twenty-four days to decide if I stay forever or return to Earth. To Lily. The thought makes my chest tight.

“You're awake.”

He stands by the thermal pool, both cocks already emerged and hard. The breeding cock is massive, angry-looking with its ridges flared. The pleasure cock beside it writhes like it has its own consciousness, those patterns glowing from within, pulsing urgently.

“How long did I sleep?”

“Through the night rain. Into morning sun.”

“You didn't sleep?”

“I watched you. Waited.”

The way he says 'waited' makes me shiver. His control is gone. I can see it in how his scales have darkened to almost black, how his claws are fully extended, how his tail lashes behind him like a separate predator.

“The storm's over,” I say carefully.

“Yes.”

“We could check the flood levels?—”

“No.”

He moves toward me, and it's not walking. It's stalking. Every step deliberate, predatory. My body responds with a flush of wetness even as my mind starts calculating escape routes.

“Khor—”

“You've been empty for six days. Begging for my cock. Spreading your legs every time I'm near.” He's close now, looming over me. Seven feet of alien predator focused entirely on me. “You came through the portal for this. Took the tonic knowing it would make you need this. No more waiting.”

“Maybe we should eat first?—”

His hand wraps around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Possessive.

“You'll eat after. When you're dripping my seed. When your belly is swollen with it. When you finally understand what you've been begging for.”

My heart races. This is different from his controlled teasing. This is feral. Dangerous. This is what I chose when I threw rocks at Vek.

“I need the bond bite,” he says against my throat. “Need to mark you permanently. Make you unable to leave.”

“No.”

The word comes out without thought. His hand tightens slightly.

“No?”

“Not the bond. Not yet. I can't—I need to think about it. The portal. Lily. I need time.”

“Your body has already decided.”

“My body isn't my mind. Please. Everything else, but not the bite.”

He pulls back enough to look at me. His golden eyes are almost entirely black with pupil. But he nods.

“No bite. But everything else. You're mine to breed today. As you agreed when you entered my territory.”

Before I can respond, he flips me onto my stomach. His weight presses me into the furs—all three hundred pounds of him. I can't move. Can barely breathe.

“Spread your legs.”

I try to close them instead. Some instinct for self-preservation kicking in. His knee forces between mine, spreading them roughly.

“Fighting now? After begging for days?”

“You're different. Rougher.”

“This is what you've been begging for. The real me. Not controlled. Not careful. The predator your body recognized at the portal. You chose the Hunt, chose to run, chose to be caught. This is what being caught means.”

His tail wraps around my wrists, pulling them behind my back. I'm completely helpless now. Pressed down, spread open, restrained. My body floods with wetness despite my mind's panic.

I feel the head of his breeding cock at my entrance. It's impossibly large. The size of my fist at least.

“Too big?—”

He pushes inside. Just the first ridge, but I scream. It's too much. Too intense. My body stretches beyond what should be possible.

“Your body was made for this. Made when you drank the tonic. Made to take exactly this.”

The second ridge. I try to crawl away, but his weight and tail keep me pinned. The third ridge enters and I sob into the furs—not from pain but from overwhelming sensation.

“Too much. Please, it's too intense?—”

“You're taking it perfectly. So wet for me. Dripping. You know you want this.”

He's right. Despite the stretch, despite the overwhelming fullness, I'm wetter than I've ever been. My body betraying my mind's panic—or maybe fulfilling what it's wanted all along.

The fourth ridge. Fifth. Each one wider than the last. I can feel my belly distending, pushed out by his massive cock.

“Feel that? How deep I am? I'm reshaping you. Claiming you from the inside. This is what you chose when you rejected comfort for this.”

His pleasure cock slides through my wetness, finding my clit. It wraps around the sensitive bundle of nerves, pulsing with those glowing patterns. The dual sensation—intense stretch and electric pleasure—scrambles my brain.

“Please—”

“Please what? Deeper? Harder? Your body knows even if your mouth won't say it.”

He's right. My mouth says it's too much but my body pushes back, trying to take more. The sixth ridge enters me and I come without warning, clenching around him so hard he groans.

“That's it. Show me how much you want this. How much your body needs exactly this.”

The seventh ridge. Eighth. I'm babbling now, words that don't make sense. His tail releases my wrists only to wrap around my throat instead, pulling my head back at an angle that makes him sink even deeper.

“Two more ridges. Then the knot.”

“Knot?” The word comes out strangled.

“The base. It swells once I'm fully inside. Locks us together. Keeps every drop of my seed inside you while I breed you properly. What your body has been preparing for since you took the tonic.”

“I don't know if I'm ready?—”

The ninth ridge silences me. The tenth breaks something in my mind. Then I feel the base of his cock, thick but not yet swollen, push inside.

“All of it. You're taking all of me. Knew you could. Knew you were perfect for this.”

He starts to move. Long, brutal strokes that drag every ridge against every nerve ending. The wet sounds we make are obscene. His precum mixes with my wetness, creating a mess that eases his thrusts but doesn't reduce the intensity.

His pleasure cock tightens around my clit, vibrating in pulses that match his thrusts. I come again, and again, rolling orgasms that blend together.

“Now,” he growls. “Now you learn what knotting means.”

I feel it starting. The base of his cock swelling inside me.

“Wait! I need to adjust?—”

“Too late. This is happening. This is what you chose.”

He's right. It's already begun. The knot expands rapidly, stretching me even wider. It presses against my g-spot from inside with constant, inescapable pressure.

“It's too much?—”

But he can't stop. Neither can I. The knot continues swelling for what feels like forever. I try to pull forward but we're locked. Completely. I can't escape, can only take it as it grows to impossible size.

“This is what you wanted. What your body has been screaming for. To be claimed. Owned. Bred. You came through that portal knowing this awaited you.”

When it reaches full size, I'm sobbing. My body convulses with continuous orgasms triggered by the pressure.

His pleasure cock continues its assault on my clit, making it impossible to think.

I know I chose this—threw rocks at gentle to get exactly this—but knowing and experiencing are different things.

“Now I fill you.”

The first pulse of his release is violent. Hot enough to burn, voluminous enough that my belly cramps. The second pulse makes me look pregnant. By the fifth, I'm whimpering.

He doesn't stop. Can't stop. The knot ensures every drop stays inside me as he pumps rope after rope of thick seed into my already overstretched channel.

“Count them,” he demands.

“I can't?—”

His hand spanks my ass hard. “Count. Know how thoroughly you're being bred.”

“Six... seven... eight...”

Twelve. Twelve massive pulses before he finally stills. I'm so full I can barely breathe. My belly is distended, round with his seed.

“We're locked until the knot releases. Many heartbeats. Longer if you keep coming.”

“I can't stop—the pressure?—”

“That's the point. Your body will associate being knotted with continuous pleasure. Will crave it. Need it. As the tonic intended.”

He rolls us carefully onto our sides, still locked together. His hand moves to my swollen belly, possessive.

“Look how full I've made you. Bred properly. This is what you'll look like carrying my offspring.”

The thought makes me think of the portal. Twenty-four days to decide. But my body clenches at his words, which makes the knot pulse, which triggers another orgasm.

His tail, still wrapped around my throat, tightens slightly. Not enough to cut off air, just enough to remind me I'm trapped.

“The bond bite would make this permanent,” he says against my neck. “Make it so your body only responds to me. Forever.”

“No. I need time. The portal?—”

“Still so many sunrises away. You'll beg for the bite before then. When you realize you can't live without this. Without me filling you exactly like this.”

His pleasure cock unwraps from my clit, making me whimper at the loss. But then I feel it probing my other entrance.

“Too much?—”

“You wanted to know what both cocks feel like. What you were built to take. Now you'll learn.”

The pleasure cock pushes into my ass. It's more flexible than the breeding cock, able to curve and adjust. But it's still thick, still stretching me in ways I've never experienced.

“Both is too intense?—”

“Your body says otherwise. Feel how you open for me.”

He's right. Despite my protests, my body accepts him. Takes both cocks like it was designed for exactly this violation. Like the tonic prepared me for exactly this.

The pleasure cock releases something—tingling precum that makes my ass as sensitive as my pussy. Every nerve lights up. I can feel both cocks through the thin wall separating them, creating pressure and fullness that breaks my mind.

“Perfect. Taking both like you were made for it. Like a proper mate. This is what you chose, little female. Own it.”

We stay locked for so long that shadows move across the cave floor.

He marks the time in heartbeats, in the rhythm of the glowing walls, making me hyperaware of how long I'm held captive by his knot.

His pleasure cock pulses periodically, adding more tingling fluid that makes me convulse with sensation.

When the knot finally reduces enough for him to pull out, the sound is obscene. A flood of his seed follows, so much that it pools beneath us, soaking into the furs.

I curl into a ball, shaking. Empty. Sore. Overwhelmed.

“Never again,” I gasp. “Too intense. Too much.”

He laughs, that grinding sound that vibrates through me.

“Your body is already producing fresh slick. Already wanting more. You can lie to yourself, but not to me. This is what you were made for. What you chose.”

He's right. Despite everything, despite the overwhelming intensity, my body craves him. I hate that he's right.

“I won't take the bond bite.”

“We'll see.”

He stands, his cocks already hardening again. The breeding cock drips steadily, covered in our combined fluids. The pleasure cock dances with renewed patterns of light.

“Clean yourself in the pool. Then we'll check the flood. See if Vek's territory survived.”

“And then?”

“Then I'll breed you again. Gentler maybe. Or harder. Depends on how much you fight what your body wants.”

I force myself to stand on shaking legs. Everything hurts. Everything throbs. His seed continues leaking from me, creating a trail to the pool.

“I hate this,” I say without heat.

“No. You hate that you love it. That your body betrays your mind. That you'll beg for the knot again before the sun sets.”

The worst part is he's probably right.

As I sink into the thermal pool, feeling his seed leak out in thick globs, my body already mourns the emptiness. Already wants to be filled again.

But I won't take the bond bite. I won't give him that power. Not yet. Not with twenty-four days left to decide.

Maybe not ever.

Even if my body screams for it with every breath.