I break the kiss, desperate to give her what she needs, and take myself in hand once more. This time, when I press against the entrance of her, Alice's breath hisses. I glance at her face, but she's flushed, biting her lip, and when I rub the tip against her core, she presses against me like the greedy, demanding little thing she is.
"You want this?" I whisper, teasing the head into her just far enough that my piercings rest against her skin. "Or you want me to stop?"
She makes an angry growling sound and glares at me, her nails digging into my skin. "I want you to quit being such a tease and fuck me already."
So demanding. I love it.
"I would never tease," I lie, even as I dip the head of my cock in and out of her warmth. Kef me, but I love her body. It's killing me not to sink all the way to the hilt inside her, but teasing her is making my blood sing. I need this as much as I need her smiles or the little gasps she makes when I touch her.
Alice growls again, and the next time I press the head of my cock to her entrance, she arches up and pushes me deeper. "If you don't fill me up, so help me, I'm going to murder you and bury you in the forest with that keffing dead guy."
So angry. It turns me on. I grin and push deeper, giving her what she wants. I love her anger and impatience. I love everything about her, actually. I especially love the way her eyes close and her lashes flutter as I slowly press forward, giving her everything she's asked for. I'm big and she's tighter than I expected, but the sounds she makes are ones of pleasure. "Should I stop?" I ask her when I'm about halfway into her tight sheath. "Am I hurting you?"
"Keep going." Her lips part on a silent sigh. "Just…keep going."
I do, sweat beading on my skin. Our room is humid—this entire planet is humid—but that's not the reason I'm sweating. I worry she's going to say I'm giving her too much. That I'm too big and she can't take me. That I need to stop and pull out. She feels so keffing good that surely I'm too big, too much, too everything for her delicate form.
It might kill me to pull out of her, but I'd do it. It'd be a world of suffering for me, but Alice comes first in all ways.
But Alice only moans, her eyes closed, the look on her face one of bliss. I cheat a little, impatience getting to me, and thrust forward, sinking the rest of the way into her in one fell swoop. She sucks in a breath, her hands clenching on me, and then her eyes flick open and she wriggles against me.
"Your spur…"
I glance down between us. My spur is buried into the folds of her cunt. I don't have the longest spur—mine is short and thick and wide. It's also not something I can help. "It's…bad? Should I get off you?"
Her hand slides between us, and for a moment I think she's going to cup her cunt protectively. Instead, she feels around on my spur, her fingers teasing, and then follows all the way back to her body. "You're resting on my clit."
"And…this is bad? Help me out here, Alice. I've never mated with a human before and I need to know how I'm hurting you."
"You're not hurting me." Her voice is soft with wonder. "It feels really good. I'm just…surprised."
"Surprised?" My voice is tight. Her cunt feels as if it's squeezing around me, and I've never felt anything better. It's also killing me to try and remain still, to focus on our conversation when all I want to do is grab her and kef her so hard into the mattress that we break the branches holding the ship up.
"Let's just get on with the fucking?" Alice asks. "I don't want to think about it."
It hits me then—I know what she means. The last time she had sex with someone that had a spur, it didn't feel good. She's surprised that I do feel good…and murderous rage floods me. I'm going to destroy every pirate that ever keffing touched her. I'm going to tear off their horns and their spurs and feed them down their throats before I fill them with holes from my blaster. I'm going to burn their ships down around them for touching my precious, fragile female and making her hurt—
"Kas," my precious fragile female says in a demanding voice. She smacks my arm impatiently and repeatedly. "Fucking move or get off me."
I lean over her, and I'm acutely aware of my size, of how big I am compared to her. How I could snap her in half with a careless thought…and how it'd break me if I ever harmed one hair on her head. I brace one hand next to her head and with the other, I cradle the back of her neck. "You belong to me from now on," I tell her. "No one's ever going to touch you but me ever again. No one's going to even look at you or I'll pluck their keffing eyes out. Understand?"