She was still bound and blindfolded, and as he dipped his tongue between her slightly parted lips, she smiled even as her mouth accepted him. He trailed his lips to her ear and nipped her lobe gently. “Ready to have your hands and eyes back or do you want more?”
“More.” Her voice was quiet and seductive, and his cock that was only marginally reined under control begged once more.
“Very well then.”
He untied both ankles, grabbed the unopened box of condoms he’d bought earlier in the day, and set about following the human rules of fornication. He didn’t mind. For her, he’d wrap his body in latex if need be, but it brought a chuckle to his throat seeing himself put on a condom as though there was any purpose. Unnecessary precautions aside, she heard as he tore the wrapper open, and as she bit her lower lip, it was more than worth it. He was smiling even though she couldn’t see him, and as he rolled the condom down his shaft, he leaned to hover over her body. He pushed her legs out wide and used the tip of his penis to nudge against her vagina. She was wet, and her scent was sweet and ready.
As he pushed slowly into her body, he watched her mouth. She licked her lips, bit her lower lip, gasped, and then moaned, and with every millimeter of his invasion, he was rewarded with another reaction. Her hands clenched and then released, trembling and shaking as he studied them, and when he’d finally buried himself in her, she pushed her groin against him hard. He moved, stroked and thrust, and as his body quickened, his pounding thrusts did too. She pushed up to meet him with every penetration and was bracing her heels against the bed as much for leverage as anything. Her crying moans filled the room and mixed with his grunting and gasping as he neared his release, but before he fell apart completely, he pulled the mask from her eyes and quickly let loose her hands. She reached instantly to his back and pulled him hard against her body as he pushed further and further. He held her eyes until the last moment when neither his eyelids nor hers would stay open, and he buried his head to her neck as he came in a powerful roar that emptied his cock and released every ounce of tension in his body. She was mewling and panting against his neck as her body trembled and her muscles spasmed.
When he was certain he no longer looked like a ravenous dog and his teeth were returned to their human form, he propped himself up on an elbow and looked to her eyes. She smiled, and he smiled right back. “Thank you. That was lovely.” Her words were precious, sweet even, and he might have fallen in love with her just a bit more as he took in her beauty. When she spoke, he was powerless. He may have been the strongest, most virile species on earth, but she held all the power. He would bend to her will over his own every day for the remainder of eternity given the chance.
“You’re very welcome, and it was lovely—more than lovely.” He felt her body trill at his words, and he chuckled at her response to his voice. As he pulled his length from her tight, warm body, he took his place beside her and pulled her into his arms. She fell asleep in his arms almost at once, but he did not. He listened to her breathing. She sounded content, and it was all he wanted for her life.
She woke alone as muted dark orange was just showing out on the bay. She could see his silhouetted figure sitting in a chair on the deck. As she rose, wrapping herself in a thin throw from the foot of his bed, she walked to the door. He tilted his head and turned slightly to her as he heard her approach, though she thought she was far too quiet for that to be true, and as she stepped out to the deck, he looked to her. She didn’t need to see the smirk in the dark of the early morning, but his eyes shimmered in the dawn light, and she could have sworn she saw a glint on his teeth. He was naked, and his feet were propped up on the deck railing as she approached, and when she reached him, he put his feet to the ground and leaned back in the chair.
She was already aroused just seeing him sitting naked on the deck, and in the cover of dawn’s shadow that gave her a measure of confidence, she dropped the throw and stepped between his legs. He reached for her waist and pulled her body to his mouth. He kissed and sucked and licked her skin, and as her arousal built, she stepped to straddle his legs and allowed him to pull her body closer. She knew what she wanted to do, but darkness aside, she wasn’t at all sure she could manage.
She sank to his lap with his own arousal rising high between them. He gripped her hips and pulled her harshly against him. “Do you want to ride me?” She did, but she wasn’t even sure she had the nerve to nod, let alone put this act into motion. Her chest was heaving in fear, and as he continued to watch her, he continued. “I’ll help you. Don’t be frightened.” And he did. He lifted her hips as she stood on her tiptoes, hovering over his body. And as he lowered her, he instructed, “Grip me. Guide me to your pussy.” She was trilling with excitement, and as he held her hips steady, she held his rigid length. He lowered her hips, and as she guided him to her body, he pushed her hips down over his erection. She sank onto his length as a moan escaped her lips, and when it did, he captured her mouth with his as he pulled her the rest of the way to his groin. The painfully deep penetration seared her womb as she cried out between his lips, and when he slowly lifted her hips back up along his length, she rose to her tiptoes once again.
He let go of her hips and dropped them to his side when he was nearly out of her body, and when he did, she sank back down and took over where his hands had helped her. She pushed all the way to his lap once more, and the pain seared through her core again. She lifted herself and pushed back down endlessly as he watched with his hands at his sides. His lips were slightly parted, and in the soft, barely morning light she caught the glimmer of his teeth. She kept up the movements of her hips and studied him. He was tightening his buttocks and pushing up into her as much as he could from his position, and as his arousal mounted, he gripped her hips, forcing her body tight to his; he was grunting. She could tell he wanted to fuck her hard, and the moment her release tore through her body, she gave in, dropping her head to his shoulder. She let him grip, force, drive her body down over his erection. He was moaning and growling against her neck, and it was only a few furious, pounding thrusts before his own release took him over and left his body spasming into her.
It wasn’t until he’d held her body close to his and allowed her breathing to slow for many long and fulfilling minutes that he lifted her from his erection and planted her on his lap. He reached to the blanket she’d discarded and covered their bodies with it. “Was that too rough?” His words were purred, as they always were. She shook her head, and he nuzzled into her neck. Wetness dripped from her body and ran down to his thigh as he held her. She ignored it for a moment until she realized what had happened, and as she stood quickly in a panic, Truman looked to her.
“We didn’t… We didn’t use anything!” She was nearly shrieking, and at any other time, she might be embarrassed by her behavior, but she was terrified. He appeared to calm at her words, but she certainly didn’t.
“Come with me.” He led her by the hand back into his bedroom and then into his bathroom. Depositing her on the side of the bathtub, he grabbed a washcloth and wetted it in the sink. He kneeled between her legs and wiped her clean of every last drop of his seed, and when he was finished, he looked to her eyes and then pressed two of his fingers into her vagina. He stroked, and after a few minutes that brought her near orgasm, he held his fingers up for her to see. His fingers were tinged with her blood. She’d started her period. He had a knowing look on his face, as though he expected to find nothing less, but that was impossible of course. He kneeled up between her thighs and kissed her. “You’re fine, and I assure you, you have nothing to fear, medically speaking, from me. Let me run you a bath. I’ll bring you some coffee as soon as it’s made.” And with one final kiss, pulling her top lip between his and sucking it gently, he rose, started the bath, and then left her to bathe.