Текст книги "The Alien’s Bond"

Автор книги: Kira Quinn

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Darla and Heydar had somehow managed to make themselves sore by the morning, and with their runes refreshing their bodies, that was saying something. They had made camp in a quiet indentation in a rock formation, but sleep had not been their top priority. At least, not until it was quite late indeed.

When they woke, they realized that in their contented state of good cheer, they had actually traveled much farther than they had realized the prior day. Time and distance flew by when you were having fun. And that they had most certainly achieved.

Heydar gave Darla a tender kiss then left her to begin her day in a slow and relaxing manner while he headed to the nearest stream to catch them some breakfast. Normally, he would have simply settled for the dried goods and remnants of bread they had carried with them, but Darla’s pigment had nearly set in, and he knew she would be needing additional protein to speed the process.

With her Infala nearly formed, he found himself almost like a schoolboy, eager for the final stage of her transformation to be complete.

He caught a large fish in no time, skewering it with a skillful throw of his makeshift spear. Having achieved that part of his goal so quickly, he set to work gathering fresh berries for his lover on the return hike.

“So soon?” she said when he returned to camp.

“Fortune smiles upon us this morning,” he replied, his smile nearly as warm as the rising sun recharging their pigment and refreshing their muscles. “Here. I also brought you these.”

“Berries!” she exclaimed, jumping to her feet and planting a big kiss on his face. “You really are the best, you know?”

The slightest flush of color rose to the normally unflappable man’s cheeks. He glanced down and saw that Darla had already placed the kindling and firewood in a little pyramid, ready for use. “I should start the fire and prepare our meal,” he said.

“Wait. Let me try,” Darla interrupted, crouching down in front of the kindling.

She raised her hands, focusing like he had shown her. Things felt different this time. More connected. Like she was actually in control of the powerful ink covering her body. A tendril of smoke began to rise.

“Did you see that?”

“Yes. Very good. Now finish what you have started.”

She shot him a look hot enough to ignite the wood itself. “You know I always finish what I started.” She turned back to the wood, concentration clear on her face as she raised her hands once more. A moment later the wood burst into flames, bypassing the minor ignition phase entirely.

She was growing by leaps and bounds, it seemed, and with her pigment nearly completely settled, she was proving to be one hell of an impressive specimen.

Heydar smiled wide, reveling in this feeling he had given up on ever experiencing again. All was good in the world, amazingly. Captured by Raxxians, crash landed far from home, taken by Dohrags, and yet here he was, the happiest he’d felt in longer than he cared to remember.

He skewered the fish and set it over the fire, and in short order their meal was complete. More impressively, they managed to keep their hands off one another for the duration.

“Do we have time?” she asked, taking his hand and licking his fingers clean.

“Even if we didn’t, my answer would be yes,” he said, pulling his cock free and guiding her eager mouth onto it.

Darla swirled her tongue around the head, teasing him playfully, fully enjoying the easy comfort they had achieved with one another so quickly. There was no pressure. No expectations. And the sex was absolutely amazing for it. On top of that, they both knew they had still only scratched the surface of what they might achieve.

Darla tasted the salty tang of his pre-cum on her tongue and increased the suction, sliding him all the way to the back of her throat.

“Ohh, yes,” he said in a low groan.

Darla cupped his balls with her hand and began working her mouth up and down his ridged shaft, increasing the suction as she pulled back, drawing even more blood into his already rigid cock.

“So good,” he growled, his cock throbbing in her mouth.

Darla felt his balls tighten, drawing in toward his body. She knew he was already close, but this incredible man was a sexual machine. He could go and go, enjoying multiple orgasms as he drove her to distraction. And she wanted to taste him. To feel his hot cum in her mouth. It was something she had never really enjoyed back on Earth, but with Heydar it was as if she couldn’t get enough. Her tastebuds craved the salty heat, and her folds were already wet just from the thought of it.

Heydar tried to pull back, always the gentleman, wanting to give her an orgasm first, but she held on tight, sucking even harder. He realized what she wanted and went with it, allowing himself to let go. It only took a few more glorious strokes of her tongue to make him burst into her mouth, his whole body tensing as she sucked every last drop of cum out of that magnificent cock.

Darla felt her body absolutely aflame as she swallowed with delight, licking his shaft clean while looking up at him with a deliciously wicked grin. Heydar twitched as her tongue slid up and down his shaft, pushing the last droplets out of his length, lapping them up with relish.

In a flash he rolled her onto her back and pulled her clothing free, exposing her glistening vulva to his eager lips. “My turn,” he said with a look that could have melted steel.

He gently lapped at her labia, licking all around before dipping his split tongue inside of her, tasting her as he did that amazing trick. He lingered there a minute, his low, happy moan vibrating her pussy as he worked her into a frenzy, clearly enjoying it nearly as much as she was.

With one fluid motion, he slid two thick fingers into her as his lips formed a seal around her clit, the suction engorging her even as his fingers rippled against her G-Spot. It had felt good the first time he’d done that trick, but their newfound intimacy made it even hotter.

“Ffffffuuuuu,” she gasped as she came almost at once despite trying to hold back, Heydar lapping up the gush of juices he had coaxed out of her.

He let her body stop twitching before sliding up and giving her a kiss, their fluids mingling in their mouths with their intertwined tongues.

“Hot damn,” she said.

“Indeed.”

They rested comfortably in each other’s arms a few minutes, then straightened up and gathered their gear. They still had a long trek ahead of them, but if they could somehow keep their hands off one another long enough, they just might be able to make it all the way back to the Oraku village by nightfall.

With their chemistry, Darla gave it a fifty/fifty chance.

The hike, and satisfying orgasms preceding it, made the miles fly by, the sun’s invigorating rays adding additional stamina to their legs as they hurried across the varied terrain. Darla felt the sunlight in a different way now, settling into her entire body rather than irritating various runes in an unpredictable series of fits and starts.

If Heydar was correct, that meant she was just about fully cooked, to use her mother’s old expression for completing some form of personal growth.

“So, are you ever going to tell me about this whole military commander thing?” she asked as they walked, thinking back to Kuxx’s words. “I’ve seen what you can do. Why did you let the Raxxians hold you prisoner?”

Heydar seemed reluctant, but he respected her curiosity. More than that, he felt she was deserving of an answer.

“My men and I were engaged in a fierce battle with the Raxxians. The world and circumstance are not important. We were overwhelmed and captured.”

“And you didn’t try to break free?”

“Initially, yes. But our captors made it clear that my men would be the first killed if another attempt was to be made. We were separated then, spread to different holding areas on the ship.”

“So, your friends were still up there.”

“They were, though I do not know how many survived after we were moved apart. But I had an obligation to them. To do all I could to ensure they might live a little longer.”

Darla realized now why he had been so quiet. So brusque. “You were holding back to protect them even though you could have saved yourself.”

Heydar’s jaw flexed slightly as he nodded. Darla knew better than to push. But this explained his eagerness to help find other survivors. It wasn’t just humans he was looking for, but also his comrades, if they still lived.

They walked quietly after that, content in each other’s presence, not needing to fill the air with aimless talk. Dusk was falling when the Oraku village came into sight, and Darla felt a strange tug beneath her shirt as they drew near. They quickened their pace in unison, eager to end the trek with a good meal, good company, and eventually a good night in bed.

The villagers came out to greet them as they drew near, a buzz of excitement stirring the air as they walked into town. Rohanna, the elder, was there, along with everyone else they had met. Zepharos was there, chatting with a very interested group of males. It seemed their fate was something of a question mark among them, and a few wagers had been placed. All were eager to hear what came of the rescue attempts.

“You return empty-handed, I see,” Rohanna said.

“Not exactly,” Heydar replied. “We did not encounter Raxxians on our journey, but we did come across some Dohrags.”

Rohanna crinkled her nose in disgust. “Dohrags. We have done well to avoid them but have heard of their unspeakable antics. Clearly, you managed to avoid them as well, gods be praised.”

“Actually, we were captured,” Darla said.

Gasps fluttered through the crowd.

“It’s okay. Heydar busted us out of there.”

Rohanna turned to him with a curious look. “Oh?”

“It is true,” he said. “And we freed a great many enslaved prisoners in the process, including another from Darla’s world. She will be joining us here once she and the others have finished returning the freed captives to their homes.”

“That is marvelous!” Rohanna chirped. “And this may even smooth over relations among some of the rival factions always fighting one another.”

“It was our hope,” Heydar agreed.

Rohanna moved over to Darla and gestured for Tikanna to join them. The crowd parted and the old woman took her place beside her friend and leader. The elder nodded toward Darla. Tikanna got what she meant and moved closer to the human, poking her exposed skin, testing the lines and runes embedded in it.

“Incredible,” she said. “The pigment is fully merged with her body. The process is complete.”

Darla felt the tug inside her pulling harder now that she was aware of what it was. Tikanna saw the look in her eye and smiled. She looked at Heydar next, her smile faltering slightly.

“Let me see your Infala, child,” she said.

It dawned on Darla what was happening, and she was strangely okay with it. She would be bound to her man, and suddenly that wasn’t such a bad idea.

Darla pulled her top down from the collar, exposing the dark rune on her neck, the white highlights faintly glowing in the dimming light.

“Ah, as I thought. You are bonded.”

Darla’s cheeks flushed with excitement as she turned to Heydar, her eyes full of love and longing, showing him the mark now settled in its permanent form. But something was off. His eyes did not share her joy.

“Heydar, what is it?” she asked.

His jaw tensed and his eyes glistened as he lifted his shirt, exposing the Infala on his sternum. It was not the same as hers, and it remained as dark and motionless as ever.

Darla looked around, confused. “No. No, no, no. This can’t be right.”

“The Infala does not lie,” Tikanna said, turning to the crowd. “Who among you feels the pull of the Infala?” she asked in a loud, steady voice. “Step forward and join with your bonded mate!”

A murmur and rustling in a group of males made everyone turn and stare. One stepped forward. One Darla knew all too well.

“Zepharos, do not play,” Tikanna chided.

He lifted his shirt, exposing the Infala resting on his flank. The highlights were slight, but they were glowing. His rune matched. Darla spun around to face Heydar, panic and confusion in her tearing eyes.

“No, it’s supposed to be you!”

Heydar’s gaze shifted to the ground, unable to lock eyes with her, his shoulders, normally held back and his head high now exuding sadness and resignation.

“We cannot fight it, Malaika. It is the law. More than that, it is the way of the Infala.”

He lifted his eyes, meeting hers for one heart wrenching moment, then turned and walked away.

“What? No! This isn’t right!”

A jolt of strange power surged through her when a hand clasped her wrist. Zepharos had come to her side, his Infala drawing him to her as hers tried to draw her to him. It was overwhelming, the sensation. As if everything right in the world was telling her to go with this man. But her heart was breaking even as hormones, or magic, or whatever this rune was forced her to follow him as he led her from the public square.

“Come. We are going to my home,” he said, lust clear in his eyes. “Now.”

Her legs unsteady, Darla followed him in a daze, blindsided and utterly adrift.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Zepharos led Darla quickly to his abode, the newly bonded pair making a quick and perfectly expected exit from the group. All present knew where they were going and what they would be doing. It was the way of the Infala, after all, a part of their laws and traditions older than any could begin to remember.

Once a couple had found their life mate, drawn closer and closer until they finally saw each other’s matching Infala rune, the two would feel an irresistible need to consummate things as soon as possible, setting in stone their union once and for all.

Zepharos was clearly feeling it in full force as he fumbled with his door, pushing it open and pulling his woman inside in a rush, so great was his excitement. She saw the outline of his straining cock clearly through his clothing, and she felt a surge of heat between her legs in spite of herself.

This was wrong. It should have been Heydar. But this strange alien force was living in her flesh, a symbiotic part of her, the different pigments working with her to enhance her natural abilities. And it was those that were now drawing her to this man.

He was a fine one, there was no doubt about that. Hell, not so long ago she had been quite open to the idea of taking him inside her and milking him for all he was worth. But it felt different this time. Not quite right, though her aching pussy and the Infala drawing her to this man were doing their best to change her mind on that point.

Zepharos yanked his shirt off, revealing his well-muscled physique. It was just as good as she had remembered it, though not as large and cut as Heydar’s. Zepharos moved closer, his Infala rune churning on his flank as he drew near, Darla’s Infala sending a surge of endorphins through her body as well, pulling her to him.

Sex was in the air. Desire. Pheromones and lust the likes of which she had never sensed before. The pigment was heightening her sensitivity as never before, her nipples hard and sensitive to the slightest shift of the fabric of her top, her clit likewise humming with anticipation.

Her folds were slick with want, all but begging for him to drive into her. To take her over and over, locking their Infalas together in a glorious moment of union. Zepharos was now right in front of her, so close she could feel the heat from his body through her clothing. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, sliding her hand into his trousers.

Darla’s fingers wrapped around his cock automatically, the hot length of it filling her hand, pulsating as he moved her arm back and forth, stroking himself with her hand, using her to pleasure himself before he had his way with her.

His cock was respectably large and rigid, more than enough for any woman’s pleasure. But Darla had been spoiled by something more, and found the lack of those delicious raised ridges of Heydar’s girth a disappointment. She felt the slickness of Zepharos’s pre-cum in her palm as he worked her hand faster, using his free hand to push his trousers down, exposing himself fully to her.

Darla looked down. He was shaved bare, as she had felt when he forced her hand down his trousers, but was lacking any rune at all on his pubis. It seemed that was just another perk she was supposed to get used to forgetting about.

“No,” she said, releasing her grip and pulling her hand free of his hold.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

“I need a minute here, okay. It’s a lot to take in.”

“And take it in you will. Every inch of it. Now come to me. It has been decided.”

“No. Wait a minute.”

“Do not be a child,” he sneered, his passion momentarily flaring to anger. “There is nothing to think about. We are to be as one. Now, come to me!”

He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her close. Darla raised her hands between them purely on instinct.

“I said wait!” she yelled, pushing him hard. Not with her body, however, but with her essence.

Her runes reacted to her distress, overriding the draw of the Infala and blasting out to the perceived aggressor. Zepharos gasped in pain, his breath knocked from his chest as he fell over, thrown to the ground by the white-hot rage coursing through Darla’s body.

“W-what are you?” he gasped, writhing in agony.

She looked down on him lying there, his erection gone, now looking like no more than any other sleazy man on the prowl.

“I’m Darla, of Earth,” she said, turning for the door. “And I am not your mate.”

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

The Oraku in the street were shocked when they saw Darla burst from Zepharos’s home. Not only had the pair only just entered a short time ago, but she emerged unruffled, distinctly not bearing the look of a woman ravaged.

More than that, however, something else made them all suck in a breath, shocked to their cores. She looked mad, and the tattoos were alive under her clothing, shifting and swirling with agitation. And more than that, they were glowing.

“Where’s Heydar?” she demanded of the first person she saw, grabbing them perhaps a little too hard in her haste.

“I do not know!” the man blurted, fearful of what this strange human creature might be capable of.

Darla growled in frustration. “Ugh, you’re useless. Does anyone know where Heydar is?” she called out, scanning the worried faces.

One of them, a child who had not yet learned to be quite as afraid as his elders, pointed down the way between a row of wooden homes. Darla took off in that direction, glowing even more fiercely, the light shining out from beneath her garments.

She didn’t know which of the quarters they had housed Heydar in, so she started pushing open doors. After shocking the hell out of several unsuspecting people, she found him in a dimly lit room, sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands.

He looked up at her, his spirit broken, his eyes wet with grief he quickly wiped away with the back of his hand. Ever proud, this one, he rose to his feet and straightened himself up as best he could.

“Heydar, I—”

“I cannot do this,” he said quietly, attempting to walk around her.

Darla stepped in front of him. “Hang on there, buddy.”

His gleaming violet eyes locked on hers, his clear pain making her heart break.

“It is done,” he said. “And I am not strong enough to handle this. Not now.”

He tried to step around her again, and once more she blocked his path.

“Darla, please—”

“No,” she declared plainly, reaching out and ripping his shirt open with her bare hands, then pulling her own top off and throwing it aside. The radiance of her ink was growing, illuminating the room.

“What happened to you? What are you do—”

Darla ignored the question, slapping her palm square against the Infala lying dormant on his chest. Her ink flared even brighter, the powerful white pigment coursing through her skin, driving the lesser colors away, taking over, channeling all of their energy through her, driven by her sheer force of will.

The dark Infala etched into her clavicle shuddered and twitched, then began to melt away as Heydar watched with his eyes wide with shock. The light moved again, flowing through the lines he had inked on her body, moving to the space between her breasts, the pigment knitting itself into a new rune entirely. An Infala. One of her own making. She had been freed of the dark ink’s bond between her and Zepharos, and not by death, but by her own choice. Her will.

Heydar felt a flare of pain in his chest as his own Infala seemed to burst into flame within his skin. He jerked back, but Darla’s iron grip reached out with her other hand and grabbed hold hard, holding him to her.

It took several long moments of searing pain before something new emerged from the agony. It started out subtly, a mild tingle where pain had been, growing steadily into a hot thrumming that beat with his heart. With her heart as well, the power of their two beings intertwined, locked together, inseparable.

Darla released her grip, her pigment fading to its normal low luminescence. Nearly all of her dark ink had been replaced, forced to become no more than accent marks where they had formerly claimed dominance.

She lifted her hand from his chest and raised it to his cheek with a gentle caress. Heydar looked down where the dark ink he had borne had once been. Somehow, impossibly, Darla’s pigment had flowed into him, banishing his Infala and replacing it with a new one. One that bonded him to his true love. A lasting mark forged not by chance but by want and will.

“How—” he gasped, fading into silence. “There were ancient legends,” he finally said. “Tales of those with incredible power. The power to control their fates like no others. But I never thought it possible that—”

Darla leapt up, wrapping her arms tightly around him, pressing her lips to his, silencing his racing mind with a passionate kiss.

Darla’s tongue felt a surge of hot electricity when it touched his, the Infala runes on their chests crackling with energy drawing them even tighter together, almost as if they were straining to unite into a single unified symbol. A single body.

That was impossible, of course, but the looks of smoldering raw lust in their eyes made it clear they were damn well going to give it a try the old-fashioned way, and hard at that.

Darla had felt the power the Infala rune had when it found its match the old-fashioned way, every sensation being heightened, and arousal pushed to the extreme. But unlike Zepharos, this was the man she wanted more than any other, and he wanted her just as badly, runes or not. They had already confirmed on multiple occasions that they were the most compatible lovers either had ever encountered, and that would have been enough.

With the Infala rune, however, they now found a new urgency to their want. Their need to claim each other, claiming one another as their chosen mate. The new sensations coursing through their bodies were so intense, almost volcanic, a building pressure before they had even undressed each other.

It felt as if they had been edging to the brink of climax for weeks, months even, and there was no way they could hold out much longer. Clearly, neither intended to.

Heydar’s desire was so great he nearly tore the rest of her clothes to shreds in his haste to have her, and Darla, with her newfound strength, did the same to him, laughing with lust-drunk joy, her pupils sex-fueled wide, just like his.

Her hand wrapped around his rigid cock, stroking the delicious, hot ridges, reveling in the feel of them thudding into her palm and fingers as she pulled and stroked. His pre-cum flowed freely, slickening the tip in an instant. Darla felt her whole body tremble as her Infala flared at the touch.

She dropped to her knees in a flash, craving him in her mouth, needing to taste his salty juices on her tongue like never before. Heydar twitched when she flicked the tip of her tongue against the underside of his cock, teasing another drop out of the swollen head, lapping it up greedily.

Heydar’s fingers gently slid through her hair, pulling her closer. He somehow seemed to grow even harder in her mouth, but incredibly managed to control himself enough to not pull her to him. Not until she was ready.

Darla looked up at him, heavy lidded with his length in her mouth, sucking hard until his legs shook. Her eyes flashed a look of love and lust, matching his own overwhelmed stare. She held his gaze as she pushed forward, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose tickled the marvelous rune on his pubis.

She held him there a moment, making small ripples with her tongue against the pulsing underside of his manhood, coaxing even more pre-cum out of him, every drop seeming to supercharge her Infala as if she was feeding it what it so desperately needed.

Heydar’s fingers tightened in her hair, sensing she was ready now, wanting what he wanted, needing him to take her. Take her hard and claim her as his own. He pulled firmly, reveling in the sensation as he fucked her mouth, sliding into her eager throat. Darla’s gag reflex somehow knew this was meant to be and didn’t even begin to react.

They were Infala mates, and knew each other’s bodies instinctively now, even more than before. He sensed she wanted him to be rougher with her and began pulling harder, thrusting his hips in rhythm, just hard enough to drive fully in without hurting her.

Darla felt dizzy with arousal, her pussy dripping freely onto the ground as she nearly climaxed just from feeling his ridges slipping over her tongue and lips.

Heydar’s grip loosened, and he slid his hands under her arms, hoisting her up high, pressing her against the wall with her legs over his shoulders as he moved his hands to cup her ass, greedily plunging his tongue between her folds, doing that incredible rippling thing he did all the way inside of her, tickling her G-Spot as his nose pressed her clit with an electric jolt.

Darla thrashed about and grabbed his thick hair hard, damn near tearing it out as she climaxed in wave after wave, gushing out into his eager mouth as he lapped her up like a man lost in the desert who had just found his first water in weeks.

He let out a low growl as he lifted his face from her drenched pussy, his passion uncontained, like an animal on the hunt, pure instinct and strength on display. Nothing could stop him, and there was no way she wanted to.

His cock was glistening with pre-cum, aroused to almost painful rigidity as he felt her orgasm on his mouth. He lowered her directly onto his length, driving right into her all the way to the hilt, his special rune latching onto her clit the moment they made contact.

Unlike before, however, their new bond seemed to strengthen the connection. Even as he thrust in and out, lifting and lowering her on his rock-hard member, the tug on her clit remained.

It sent her over the edge almost immediately, the sensations turning her body into a thrashing animal, rag-doll limp at times, yet powerfully grabbing her man as she briefly regained her senses.

Orgasm after orgasm shook her body as she clenched up hard on his cock. Heydar’s teeth dug into her shoulder as he cried out, spurting a massive load of hot cum deep inside of her, the force of it making parts of her react that she didn’t even know existed.

The Infala. It had to be. It made his cum feel like it was stimulating every last nerve ending she had. It was incredible. Intimate. Fucking hot as hell. And she wanted more. So much more.

Heydar sensed her need and matched it with his own, quickly lifting her off of his cock and bending her over the small bed. He had no intention of lying down in it.

Darla’s vulva was swollen and wet, wide open and begging for him to fill her up again and again. He was more than happy to oblige.

His hands wrapped around her hips as his cock slid deep inside of her, slamming her ass back against him as he rammed into her with a satisfying smack on her ass, his little rune tickling her asshole like a welcome friend.

He was so hard, so deep, but there was almost no pain. Only the good kind as she felt him taking her, owning her, pushing his cock into places no mere vibrator or human man could ever hope to touch her.

Darla nearly fell as she climaxed again, coaxing another orgasm out of her lover as she did, his cock pulsing hard as he gushed spurts of hot cum into her over and over, making both of their bodies quiver with delight. Darla lowered herself onto the bed on her hands and knees, her buttocks raised high for her lover.

“Fuck my ass,” she grunted. “I want to feel you in me.”

Heydar didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his cock out with a wet smack, immediately pressing the head against her twitching hole. Darla slowly let her breath out, relaxing and opening herself to him.

There was so much wetness on them already, not to mention the steady trickle of seminal fluid from his cock, that they didn’t even need any sort of additional lube.

Darla gasped as the massive head of his cock pressed into her, slowly penetrating like she’d never felt before. It had to be the Infala. No ass play had ever felt this good. She was nearly climaxing again from the overstimulated nerves surrounding her tight hole even before he was halfway in her.

She shuddered and her asshole twitched and snapped closed hard around his cock as the ridge of his head slid fully inside of her.

“Breathe, Malaika,” he said, restraining his own lustful needs as she acclimated to his considerable girth.

Darla exhaled, relaxing her muscles, unclenching, and reveling in the sensation.

“Oh, God, yes,” she gasped, pushing back against him, feeling the first hot ridge on his cock force its way inside of her.

Her head thrashed about, and she saw stars as her whole body exploded into a million pieces, each one of them awash in orgasmic bliss. Her ass pulsated on his cock, drawing it in deeper. Heydar was happy to oblige, pushing forward, each ridge around his length sending her even further over the edge as it thudded inside of her as it forced its way past her clenching hole.