Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (22 page)

Judging from the sounds he made as I struggled, my attempt to wrestle Kalak to the ground was the single funniest thing that he had ever seen.

I twisted, trying to get away from him, but that only ground my pussy harder against his leg, sending another pulsing chill up my spine. I wrenched, turned and writhed, but he effortlessly held me still. Nothing at all I did loosened his grip, although he did take his hand off my throat and wrap it around both of my wrists.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “Gina why you wiggle like this?”

I shook my head fiercely, trying to convince him that I should not be underestimated. I slapped his chest, or tried to, but he effortlessly pinned my wrists. The fingers inside my pussy curled so hard and gripped so deep that I had to let out a low, long moan before I could collect myself enough to try and fight him again. My moaning must have disarmed him, because that time when I swung, his hold on my wrists was loose enough that one hand came free and cracked him on the jaw.

It was impossible for me to tell whether my punch enraged or aroused him. I knew I couldn’t possibly have actually
hurt
this giant with my limp-wristed shot, but the way his face hardened and the stiffness that took over his entire body made me very aware of my physical weakness and the difference in our size.

I held my breath, hoping that I had not passed any barriers that could not be mended.

His hand shot back to my throat, clamping down hard and he lifted me off his leg.

Immediately, my cunt ached for him – for his fingers, his cock, his leg,
anything
– as he shoved me to the ground.

Leaves crunched and a twig prodding my knee drew a yelp. Kalak grinned, a little bit of mischief behind his eyes. He twisted the fist in my hair, and grabbed the base of his increasingly-hard cock.

I watched as he drew his prick across one cheek, then the other. So big, so hard, and already a little wet from where my pussy dripped down his leg, I wanted absolutely nothing more in the world than for him to drive it down my throat.

A salty trickle rolled over my lips and coated my tongue when he pushed the tip between my teeth. Immediately my lips clamped shut around his dickhead and I took his shaft in both hands, squeezing as I pulled.

Up his cock, all the way to where my lips suckled, I dragged my hands. I twisted, pushed my thumb against that most sensitive place under his head, then back to his fur-covered base. I pulled the skin sheathing his prick taut, tasted another droplet, moaning around his girth as my jaws stretched to allow him further.

Nothing existed for me right there, right then, except for the smell of Kalak’s body, and the mixture of our juices on his cock. Drawing him deeper until I gagged, I was vaguely aware that he had stopped yanking on my hair momentarily and was staring blankly into the sky as I pleasured him.

He pulled back for a moment to let me catch my breath and then dove straight in again, with me hungrily sucking his cock back down my throat. I gagged a second time as his tip butted deep, but when he tried to withdraw, I squeezed his dick harder, holding him in place and keeping him within. Up and down, I pumped my fists. Twisting hard and fast, the beastman let out an ecstatic groan when I lashed my tongue around the ridge at the base of his dickhead, and another when I squeezed his balls.

Kalak shoved his hips forward again. Another droplet gathered on him. I wanted it. I needed it. I yanked on his cock harder and sucked more urgently, relishing the salty trickle on its way down.

Twisting, pumping, gulping, sucking.

I forced open my throat, slid just his tip past the entrance, and lashed my tongue around his ridge as best I could. As I relaxed the muscles and he slid further inside, Kalak warmed me inside out. I clutched him and sucked.

The giant beastman groaned again, took two handfuls of my hair, and began dragging his cock away and ramming it back home. Every single time he thrust against my throat I gagged. Gasping for breath, and pistoning my fists up and down his shaft in harder, rougher bursts made Kalak’s head roll around his shoulders for a moment before he let out a loud, terrible, tree-shaking roar.

“Gina,” he rasped, “Gina you almost make Kalak... Almost...”

Covered in sweat, and a hot-red sex rash, I couldn’t do anything but grin from where I sat in a drift of leaves. “Do you like the way I make you feel? Do you like to use me Kalak? Do you like fucking me?”

The same fire from earlier smoldered behind his eyes as he stared at me, naked, flushed and worn out. My nipples were so hard that when I pinched one, then cupped my hand underneath and flicked my tongue across my own peak, I thought I was going to lose control.

For a time, he just watched me, and I took advantage of having an audience. Squeezing one of my breasts hard and flicking my tongue across and around my nipple made a trail of goose prickles pop up in a path all the way down between my legs.

By then I was breathing so hard, so heavy, that the instant I touched myself – the second two fingers disappeared inside my sopping pussy and my thumb pressed my clit – I had to take a second to let my heart catch up.

Still holding himself by the base, Kalak started to stroke himself as I tongued my aching nipple and fucked my snatch first with two fingers, then a third. Harder, faster, I rubbed myself. Palm grinding on my button and fingers driving deep, stretching my cunt and sending tingles up my belly.

“Kalak,” I cried as I thought I was getting near the edge of climax again, “Kalak, please fuck me. Please, please fuck your Gina. I’d do anything. Fill this pussy. Please!”

Seconds passed as he jerked and I fingered. I felt so good and wanted him so bad that I was almost weeping with desire. The leaves underneath me were soaked with sex juice. All I needed in the whole world was...

And then he was on me.

In a furious burst of activity, Kalak swept an arm under my belly and lifted me off the ground. He maneuvered my legs on either side of him and held me in place while he wrestled the tip of his prick between my lips. I cried out as he sunk in, his massive girth spreading me wide – so wide I was vaguely afraid of breaking in half.

As always, he supported my weight effortlessly with one arm. He pulled out, stroked up and down my slit a few times, and then pushed back in, but with no more than half his tip. He sat motionless like that for a moment, just breathing, and watching my face, and then lowered his head to my neck, gently biting me and sucking at my flesh.

Sweat ran down my face and around his lips. The sun was halfway through the sky by then, burning and hot. Steam seemed to hang around our bodies like cigarette smoke at midnight in the dead of winter.

He pushed, but oh so slow. Exquisite, intense stretching gave way to that feeling of fullness that I craved enough that it drove me to beg. Inch by inch, breath by breath, the chief of the beastmen pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside my sweet soreness.

As soon as he was deep enough that his prick no longer needed a guiding hand, he put both arms around the small of my back and held me tight. He forced my body downward, forcing my body to swallow him, as he drove his hips up, and wrestled himself inside.

I bit my lip, hard, to stifle a scream when I was impaled halfway. Somehow, just the feeling of his dick working inside was enough to send me careening over the edge the first time. Those tiny squeezes and pulses that had been teasing my pussy for minutes finally grew to be more than I could handle. Radiant heat pushed its way out of me and around Kalak’s cock in a little gush of juice that brought a smile to his lips and made him ram me again.

Lifting me up until he was almost out, and then easing me back down, Kalak teased waves of pleasure out from between my legs the likes of which I had never felt. The muscles in my pussy started to milk him, gently massaging from base to tip, squeezing out more of those droplets that slipped down my throat.

He smiled, and he groaned as I lost myself in a shaking, quivering cum.

I cried out, a crackle in the humid air, as he stuffed me, and again when he pulled out. Again he lifted my writhing body, and again he drove me downward and his hips up. I sucked a breath in through my nose. I chewed my lip, determined not to show him any weakness.

As my first waves began to subside, I realized that Kalak was all the way in my pussy. The fur covering his lower body tickled me between the legs, and either the smell or the feel of my sex juice dribbling down his cock worked him into a sort of frenzy.

The giant beastman lifted and dropped me again on his smooth, rigid pole, and then once more. That time, no amount of lip chewing or teeth gritting kept the screams at bay. He drove so hard, stretched me so wide, that I just had to let it out.

“Ka – Kalak! Oh my God Kalak!”

“Mmm,” he groaned, “Gina feel good. But Kalak not finished. Gina no rest until Kalak finish.”

He bared a toothy grin and slammed his dick inside me again, his arms locking me in place. He grunted again, and shoved his cock so hard inside me that his balls slapped upwards against my asshole. The
thwack
was such a naughty, rude sound that it got me excited all over again.

A rumble came out of my lover as he stooped to suck my neck, and then in one motion, he turned me over, put my feet on the ground and bent his knees so that he stayed within. For a moment, he just breathed – ragged and heavy – like he was trying to think of his next move.

Kalak slid a supporting hand under my belly, his hand so big it brushed against the bottom of my aching tits, and got a fistful of hair in the other. He pulled back and then slammed his cock forward again, so hard that I almost lost my balance. Chuckling and pounding, he wrenched my hair, sending those familiar tingles down my back.

He adjusted his posture and bucked against me again, again – harder and harder - slamming against my ass with meaty, wonderful thuds on each stroke. Finally, he got way too excited and his cock fell out when he tried for a full stroke.

A grunt, and then a couple of breaths behind me filled a few seconds. Then I felt his cock against my sex again, and he shoved me forward so that my face crunched against the pile of leaves. I drew a deep, surprised breath, and something about the smell of leaves and the smell of Kalak took me right up to the edge again.

My face grinding against the crunching leaves should have terrified me, but I felt safe for some reason. Secure.

Before I knew what was happening, another wave of pleasure warmed my belly, and all those tiny muscles began to tense up, much tighter than before. I heard him clench his own muscles, grit his own teeth; fighting against the same thing I fought – a long-coming climax.

Kalak pulled out all the way, leveled his cock against my hole and drilled forward. On the third rock-hard shove, I felt him tighten up, tense up, and sensed his cock start to swell in the final seconds before he erupted.

Another roar burst out of his lungs and he yanked my hair backward, fully spearing me on the cock that I had so hungered for, that I had craved so much.

I knew – just knew – that I was going to be pumped full of all that hot, sticky cum that I needed. But then, suddenly, my own orgasm flooded through my body without much of a warning. Spreading out from between my legs, tingles turned to jolts of energy. Jolts of energy gave way to white-hot explosions of pleasure that started where he fucked me, and dripped up my body, over my shoulders. I felt my cunt squeeze him, begin to milk him again, and as I came, shuddering and quaking, so did my lover.

Hard he gripped my hips with both hands. No more hair pulling, no more belly caressing. He grabbed my hips in both hands and battered me over and over as he howled, and as I writhed underneath him, face still in the leaves.

One grunt, then another, and before long I could not tell anymore who was making what sounds. Bestial, feral noises came from both of us, and as my pussy first fluttered, and then gripped his shaft, his balls pulled up against my body, the skin on his sack contracted, and he exploded inside me for the second time in as many days. So much hot, milky seed filled my desperate, grasping pussy that it had nowhere to go. As waves of pleasure beat against my being, releasing me from reality, Kalak pulled his still-hard cock out, flipped me over and drove his fingers back inside, deep and turning.

I shrieked, moaned and convulsed on his hand, my pussy squeezing him, gripping his fingers, and my whole world went white.

*

A
s we made our way back out of the forest, Kalak’s cum still dribbling down between my thighs, the clearing where we left the others was barren.

“Make sure,” he grunted.

“Yeah,” I replied, “you keep saying that, Kalak. Make sure of what?”

He pulled me close and looked deep inside my eyes. “Make sure I put baby in you. First of a lot.”

Somehow, that made me smile. 

The beastman chief had torn all my clothes in a lust-filled rage, so I had none to put back on when he’d used me, enjoyed me, and finally finished with me.

“How can I cover up?” I asked, still in a hazy afterglow.

“Cover?” He answered, looking shocked.

“Clothes,” I said, “you tore all my clothes, you giant oaf.” I playfully punched him in the arm. He got very, very still. His eyes locked on my body. One of his fists flexed. I cringed, waiting for whatever punishment he was going to mete out.

“You no need cover. Very pretty. Now you look like us. Like Kalak. No need cover.”

For the second time that day, his raw earnestness disarmed me. I watched him as we walked, and all the time he seemed more and more human. But then, maybe I had read him wrong from the beginning. He looked different. His voice was deeper than anything I’d ever heard from a human, but still, for all his
in
human traits, he certainly had a great deal in common with
homo sapiens
.

A few peaceful moments passed as we crunched through the leaves back to the clearing – back to find the rest of the group, I assumed.

Kalak sucked air between his front teeth over and over.