I swallow hard, then reach out to Krakenos, letting my fingers roam up his arm, feeling the subtle shift of muscle beneath the sleek, shining surface of his blue skin. I gently skim my fingertips down his chest, along the powerful contours of his pecs, and down to the ripple of his abs.
Then my gaze falls to the object of my fascination, the part of him that makes him so undeniably male and so uniquely otherworldly. Sheathed within those intricate, mysterious scales lies a cock that sends my imagination into overdrive. I want to see it, touch it, experience it all over again, but this time, more.
As if reading my mind, he gives a slight tilt of his head, his black eyes penetrating, a silent invitation.
I hesitate no longer. I reach out and gently stroke him, marveling at the feel of his unique anatomy. His length stirs, revealing itself before me like a mythical beast awakening.
And that’s when he takes charge. He touches me with those skilled hands, and within moments, the skimpy bikini I’ve been given for this godforsaken show is off and on the ground.
I’ve never been comfortable with my body, but the way Krakenos examines every curve and hollow with open fascination… It makes me feel beautiful. His fingers glide over my hips, my thighs, and up to the soft swell of my breasts. He pauses there, and my breath hitches as he gently pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
A moan slips from my lips before I can stop it, the needy sound echoing off the cave walls. He pushes me back onto the mossy ground and slowly kisses down my body, teasing me, tantalizing me.
It’s almost embarrassing how easy it is for him to get me to the edge, but I’m well past trying to be modest. “Krakenos, please. Please,” I beg.
He looks up at me then, his eyes shining in the firelight, before burying his face between my legs.
I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. Krakenos’s tongue works magic between my legs, and I’m teetering on the edge of ecstasy. I can’t control the sounds that spill from my lips—a mixture of his name, pleas, and incoherent moans.
And then, just when I think I can’t take any more, he sucks my clit and flicks it with his tongue. The world explodes around me in a blaze of pleasure. My body shakes uncontrollably as I cry out.
But he’s not done with me yet.
Krakenos moves up, his cock rubbing against my slick pussy. There’s no denying the nervous flutter in my stomach as this alien creature, this future king, prepares to claim me.
But despite my fears, a deeper, more primal urge takes over.
I want him.
I need him.
The tip of his shaft teases my entrance, and as he pushes forward, I feel a stretch that’s somehow both painful and pleasurable. It’s like my body has been waiting for this—waiting for him—molding itself around his size.
A low, rumbling purr escapes from deep within his throat as he pushes deeper inside me, his eyes closing in ecstasy. “Perfect, Mia,” he breathes, his voice a gravelly whisper.
But it’s when he’s fully embedded within me that the true magic happens. Krakenos’s cock stirs, the scales all along its length vibrating and throbbing with a life of its own. It’s like a living creature, an extension of his need, and it sends shivers throughout my body. I gasp at the sensation, feeling deliciously filled, stretched and surrounded by him, and yet I still crave even more.
He begins to move, his hips rocking slowly, as I bite back another moan. It’s like his cock knows exactly what I want, adapting to my body. Ridges and bumps form along his length, rubbing and caressing every inch of me, sending sparks through my veins.
My head falls back as I surrender to him, the vibrations and sensations he creates within me building with each powerful thrust.
With a snap of his hips, he pounds me deeper, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the cave. It’s a savage, animalistic rhythm—primal and urgent. I meet his powerful thrusts, my body moving instinctively, greedily seeking more.
His length throbs within me, every ridge and bump magnifying the sensations as his relentless pounding claims every inch of me, my pussy pulsing around him.
It’s then that a strange need overcomes me.
I want him to mark me.
I want him to fill me with his essence, to brand me as his own. It’s an animalistic urge, one that surprises me, but I can’t deny it. I want to be his.
And from the devilish glint in his eye, I’m pretty sure he can read my mind.
As if sensing my desire, Krakenos growls with a primal hunger. He begins to move with renewed fervor, his powerful body pistoning into mine, claiming me as his own.
I cry out, my nails digging into his muscular back. His hips snap frantically against mine, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful push, and I cry out at the sensation.
“Yes, Krakenos,” I whisper. “Harder. I need you harder.”
He pauses a moment, and I take in the sight of him, wild and untamed. Then he obliges, pounding into me with all his might. I sense his release building, his cock swelling and stretching me further, until finally, his hot alien seed spills into my pussy, wave after wave, until he fills me completely, his essence spilling out and coating my thighs.
My pussy milks him for every last drop, drawing out his pleasure as my own orgasm rips through me. Lightning strikes again and again, leaving me shaking and breathless.
I’m so full, so completely possessed by this alien warrior. It’s like a brand has been seared into my soul, and I’ll never be the same again.
We lie together, our bodies still joined, his softening length still buried within me. I feel his heart pounding against my chest, a steady rhythm that matches my own.
I want to stay like this forever, connected to him, a part of him.
And for a moment, I’m scared of what this need, this longing means.
“Mia,” he whispers. “Look at me.”
I force my eyes open, meeting his intense black gaze. He brushes a stray curl from my forehead, his touch achingly gentle. “You are mine. My mate, my queen. Nothing can pull us apart now.”
He holds me close, tighter than he ever has before, and the peace that settles over us is surreal, a stark contrast to the chaos and passion that consumed us mere moments ago.
Now, as we lie here, our bodies still intertwined, a sense of calm envelops me. It feels nice. Safe. Like a sanctuary I never want to leave. When sleep finally claims me, it’s deep and restorative—the kind of sleep that has eluded me for far too long, the kind of sleep I haven’t had for years.
