Verse
Star
- Joined
- May 8, 2011
Jessica was not fully mad. There was still part of the feeling woman in there. She was just convinced of something ludicrous. That made worth more, that made all her reactions and everything she said matter. Even among his faithful men, Meymat struggled to find the kind of devotion that beamed behind her beading eyes. He thought she was an accomplished worshipper, and not simply just a seduced zealot, when he took her now. This maturity to his steere came with a new sensitivity too. It was attentive to other things than the traditionally innerved bano. His biology wanted to reward him for seeking and carrying out the purpose of his state, perhaps a heightened, simpler form of the Vengeance he worshipped, and so the rougher and hardened exterior of the steere derived pleasure from her blood when it was drawn. He made a face to show as much, underneath the natural snarls of his aggressive act.
His lips were parted, his teeth too, when he was enveloped and drowned in her pussy, cut as it was, and lathering him in the sensitive blood. He nodded at her, with the kind of kinship found between warriors, before he started fucking her harder. It didn't matter if he bottomed out before, now, with a thorned lance, he'd stab through any obstacle. He could feel it too, in there, vigorous, brimming with potential. Stopped by his efforts. And she betrayed it as well, when she thanked him. Did she feel his piercing movements was for her, through the little life, not for the little life itself? What a delight humans could be, when they changed. He didn't give her mercy, because what she wanted didn't entail it. And he owed her none.
He held on to her neck still, but now he forced her to look up at him as he started pulling out. He knifed her like this without real impact between his hips and her pelvic hill, simply sawing inside her. There were hormones that came with a Klingon seeding, so that if the male who had claim found you and enacted this savaging, pleasure chemicals would help. An unusual sensation, there to encourage the female to accept the obviously stronger male.
But Meymat didn't wait long for her to reconcile it, and soon carried a healthy pace, all the way in, that he may cut more than he was bidden, when the worst of it was done, and there was no more foreign motion inside her. He had this steere now, and he'd satisfy it inside her. A beast, really taking from her, but he was engaged in this strange worship. It was wonderous in its own right, to push his body into hers, and have them collide even where they weren't erogenous. Perhaps he was glad Jessica was here, after all; to create and then satiate his natural rage.
His lips were parted, his teeth too, when he was enveloped and drowned in her pussy, cut as it was, and lathering him in the sensitive blood. He nodded at her, with the kind of kinship found between warriors, before he started fucking her harder. It didn't matter if he bottomed out before, now, with a thorned lance, he'd stab through any obstacle. He could feel it too, in there, vigorous, brimming with potential. Stopped by his efforts. And she betrayed it as well, when she thanked him. Did she feel his piercing movements was for her, through the little life, not for the little life itself? What a delight humans could be, when they changed. He didn't give her mercy, because what she wanted didn't entail it. And he owed her none.
He held on to her neck still, but now he forced her to look up at him as he started pulling out. He knifed her like this without real impact between his hips and her pelvic hill, simply sawing inside her. There were hormones that came with a Klingon seeding, so that if the male who had claim found you and enacted this savaging, pleasure chemicals would help. An unusual sensation, there to encourage the female to accept the obviously stronger male.
But Meymat didn't wait long for her to reconcile it, and soon carried a healthy pace, all the way in, that he may cut more than he was bidden, when the worst of it was done, and there was no more foreign motion inside her. He had this steere now, and he'd satisfy it inside her. A beast, really taking from her, but he was engaged in this strange worship. It was wonderous in its own right, to push his body into hers, and have them collide even where they weren't erogenous. Perhaps he was glad Jessica was here, after all; to create and then satiate his natural rage.