Taming the Raven's Son (Galactic Lust) (8 page)

“You’re doing very well.”

Actually, I’m not. What good is all of this if I can’t
come?

“Spread wider for me.”

She lay there contemplating kicking him.

“Sage!”

She spread her legs, feeling the probe that remained lodged
in her rear end. She glared silently, demanding to know what would come next.
More torture, certainly.

He slid his pants down his legs and stepped from them. She
swallowed, not believing he’d finally get down to business. He knelt between
her legs and loomed over her, holding his weight by placing his hands next to
her shoulders.

“Reach between us, grasp my cock and place the head at your
opening.”

She complied, resisting the urge to dig her feet into the
bed and raise her hips to capture him. Her mouth filled with saliva as if a
feast lay just beyond her reach. She imagined how his long, thick erection
would feel as he pushed inside.

His eyes closed as the fat head of his cock pushed forward
mere centimeters. “Relax. Fight the urge to move.”

She bit into her lower lip. “W-what? I can’t. I won’t!”

“I need you to hold still. You’re new to me. I want nothing
more than to hold you down and give you the fucking of your life. I’ll hurt
you. Badly. You must not move. You must not climax or I won’t be able to hold
back.”

He stretched her tight channel and her eyes opened in
surprise. It did hurt a bit, but not in an unbearable way. She could handle
him. She’d been held off long enough. She offered herself by lifting her hips.

“Sage! Stop!”

His loud voice penetrated the lust consuming her. It
startled her back to reality. Concentration and pain creased his features. She
tried to hold still but her abdomen fluttered and her clitoris ached. She
expelled a deep breath.

“Relax, sweet woman. That’s it. Accept me. Let me fill you.”

The stretching and prodding continued. Discomfort from his
girth startled her. He hadn’t been fully erect. He continued to grow inside
her. The head of his erection poked her cervix. Acute pain raced through her
pussy, traveling down her thighs and through her ass. “Stop!”

“Relax or I’ll hurt you.”

“You
are
hurting me!”

He pushed farther, filling her, stretching and pervading
every centimeter within her pussy. Pressure and pain erupted from the probe in
her ass. She grabbed his upper arms and held on.

“You now know why you’re so thoroughly prepared.” He pulled
back and thrust into her. “Raise your ass. Wrap your legs around me.”

She couldn’t. All the strength in her legs had disappeared.
She struggled to simply endure.

“Do it!” His deep, threatening voice left little room for
debate.

She’d get hurt one way or another, so she circled his hips
with her legs, opening herself for a deeper penetration. He moaned and stilled
as heat blasted against her cervix. He pressed into her, flattening her
clitoris with his pubic bone, humping her repeatedly.

“Ahh, come, Sage. Let me feel your passion.”

As if on command, her body coiled harshly before exploding
into a massive, searing orgasm. Delicious pleasure-pain raced through her pussy
and abdomen, leaving rings of throbbing fulfillment in its wake. She dug her
heels into his ass, begging him to keep pushing into her depths, keep forcing
the thick, hot cum into her body.

He withdrew and plunged into her. She screamed in shock as
the pain-laced climax escalated. She bore down, gripping him, and when the next
heart-pounding vibration of pleasure battered her pussy, something strange and
euphoric happened. Her body expelled a stream of scalding liquid.

No! Oh shit, no! I’ve urinated on him!

“I’ll taste your cum the next time,” he said before
groaning. “Wet me again. Show me how good this feels to you.”

Dizziness and confusion settled into her brain. What was he
talking about? A woman couldn’t produce cum. She didn’t know up from down or
pain from pleasure. Embarrassment at what she’d done barely surfaced before he
plunged into her, forcing her mind to disconnect as she rode out the surge of
pure, lust-driven dark pleasure. Emotions broiled in her chest, filling her,
fueling some newly awakened craving.

“Use me!” Her voice sounded foreign, deep and mysterious,
full of longing. He’d stirred something to life within her. Something she knew
would never go back to sleep.

As the orgasm lessened, she bit his shoulder, wanting
something desperately, unable to name what it was. He drove into her, faster,
deeper, harder, both hurting and exciting her beyond reason. Then he stilled.
She tightened her legs, and her hands gripped his arms. She bore down on his
cock so he’d fill her.

The bursts of cum and the spasms from his erection forced
her to bite harder. Her body squirted his pubis with liquid. He moaned as he
stretched her, humping her in a wild rhythm.

He shrugged, making her move her teeth. “You’ll be punished
for that.”

Punished! Mmm.

To be laid across his muscular thighs, prone and ready for
discipline, hastened her heartbeat, especially with the thick rod up her ass.
The spankings had made nerves awaken. They had warmed more than her skin or the
tissue below. They’d ignited strong sexual feelings, cravings. She’d never
burned this badly, needed sex like this.

She came harder, remembering how it’d felt to be spanked.
“Yes!”

“Oh fuck, you’re still coming.” He withdrew from her pussy,
which ached from the loss. “Sage?”

She curled into a ball as he sat next to her. If possible,
she felt more sexually deprived than when he’d withheld an orgasm from her. Her
chest ached, her pussy throbbed and the probe in her ass wasn’t long enough or
wide enough. The urge to claw at her skin or scream until she couldn’t anymore
twisted her insides.

He grabbed her wrists and jerked her forward. Weakness stole
her strength, so she didn’t resist. He placed her over his thighs, parted her
ass and slipped the probe from where it’d been nestled. She pushed her pelvis
against a hairy thigh and rubbed her nipples over the other. The craving for a
higher orgasm gnawed at her stomach. The consuming ache threatened to choke
her.

“One.” Her mind cleared slightly before the impact of his
hand landed on her ass.

“Ohh.” Something calmed in her belly as her hips stopped
moving.

“Two.” That slap landed with enough force to move her upon
his lap.

Her heartbeat slowed and she spread her legs a little. The
burn from the slap wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Her vagina tightened,
releasing another pulse of orgasm to wash through her. The pleasure peaked and
then receded. The constant pain-laced climax dropped in intensity. She calmed.

“Three.”

“Ohh!” Her pussy clenched and released as his cum slipped
from inside.

“Settle yourself.”

He wouldn’t stop, would he? Her heart picked up as
adrenaline flooded her veins.

Don’t stop!

“Four.”
Slap.
“Five. Six. Seven.”

The painful slaps finally registered and the throbbing,
exciting pleasure turned into something more bearable, enjoyable.

“Eight. Nine. Ten.” The tenth landed with breath-stealing
force.

Her body unclenched, relinquishing the vise-like pain of the
most perfect pleasure she’d ever experienced. Her very soul felt battered from
what’d happened. In that crazed, delirious state, she would’ve permitted him to
do anything.
Anything.

She sobbed as tears ran from her eyes.

What have I done?

She’d never permitted herself to cry. Never like this. Shame
and self-loathing replaced the pounding in her chest. Why had she surrendered
to him? She didn’t know him—shouldn’t trust him.

Not this much.

He turned her in his arms, forcing her to sit on her
recently battered ass. The tears fell faster as she crossed her arms, hugging
herself.

“Hold me, Sage. Let me comfort you.”

Desperate to be consoled, she wrapped her arms around him
and pressed her cheek to his chest. He hugged her gently, rocked her and
mumbled reassurances. “Cry it out, release your misery.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I can’t b-believe I’m c-crying.
Tears are for the weak.”

“I hear shame in your voice. You don’t cry much?”

“No. But that isn’t the problem.”

“What is? Let me help.”

“What I did. What I let you do.”

He stroked the side of her face.

“What I wanted you to do,” she said quietly.

“Do you masturbate?”

She could feel her entire face flush. She didn’t want to
answer but whispered a reply. “Yes.”

“Tell me how.”

Her mouth went dry and she couldn’t part her lips.

“It’s important. Tell me if you lie down in your bed and
remain covered and finger yourself to climax. Or do you lie above the covers,
spread your legs and push something into your pussy?”

“No.” She’d never thought of doing those things. At least
she hadn’t before now.

“Tell me, Sage.” He kissed her temple. “You’ve shared your
body. Let me into your head. Give me your past. At least your sexual past. Keep
your other secrets. For now.”

She hesitated, wondering how much she could tell him. The
questions he’d asked were very personal. Although after what they’d just done,
would it matter? Would detailing her private escapades help him to understand
her lack of experience?. “I don’t know why it would happen. It would come on
like a star cruiser—out of nowhere. The urge. At random times. I’d go into my
private relief room. I’d bare myself, turn off the lights, rub myself to
orgasm, wash my hands and go back to work.”

“You never took your time?”

“There never was any time.”

“What about at night before you’d fall asleep?”

“Too tired.” For some unknown reason, the tears fell faster.
She sounded frigid or pitiful. He knew a great deal about sex and the working
of a woman’s body. He’d proven it to her. Embarrassment stemmed from her lack
of knowledge.

“You neglected your needs.”

She nodded, never having realized that sex was a basic need.
His words rang true.

He stroked her back as tears rolled down his chest. She had
to stop.

“It can be a pleasurable pastime.” He sounded so nonchalant.
“How often did you finger yourself to climax?”

She sat limp and sniffling. He pinched her ass cheek.

“Oww! Once a month. Maybe less. I didn’t keep track.”

He kissed the top of her head and cuddled her. “You’re a
very sexual woman. I can’t believe you didn’t wear yourself out when you stole
the time to pay attention to something considered very natural.”

“I took care of the problem quickly, efficiently.”

“Because sexual feelings were a nuisance?”

“Exactly.”

He drew her closer while rocking her. His trailed his touch
along her arm, both soothing and warming her skin. “I understand you better.
Thank you.”

She cried harder as anger prickled her nerves. “What do you
think you know?”

He sighed. “That you must’ve held a demanding job, even
though I don’t know where you worked. To deny yourself such an important basic
need, you must’ve been under a great deal of self-imposed pressure.”

“It wasn’t
self-imposed
. I couldn’t indulge in
nonsense, not in the world I live in.”

“So you balled it all up inside, expecting to spend the
remainder of life squelching down necessary outlets for your emotions.”

“I don’t have feelings, not like others do. Besides, sex
isn’t an emotion.”

“I was born with diminished feelings. I would recognize
something like that in others. Thankfully I’ve grown and developed since my
youth. You, however, were probably born a normal being with normal channels to
deal with upsets, happiness and lust. Yet you chose not to. And sex is indeed a
release for many things, emotions included.”

She yawned and shuddered. Sick of his insights, she
attempted to stand. He squeezed tighter. “Finish your cry in my lap. I own
those tears, so I’ll bear the pain with you.”

“I’m simply tired.”

“Agreed. You must be done in.”

Silence stretched and time slid by. The tears stopped and he
wiped her cheeks. He supported her back and placed an arm under her legs. He
stood. “I’ll let you sleep once I’ve cared for you.”

She swayed in his arms as he walked toward the relief room.
Once inside, he placed her on her feet. Every muscle in her body silently
screamed from having to support her weight after the recent exertion.

He turned on the shower and a flow of sweetly scented steam
filled the room. He attached a long, thin nozzle and motioned for her to step
inside the enclosure. She eyed the nozzle suspiciously.

“I’ll clean you this time. I’ll show you what you’ll do in
the future.”

She stepped inside and he positioned her against the wall.
“Spread for me, Sage. Let me wash away the remnants of our first time
together.”

Hesitantly, she separated her feet. He knelt down, drew
apart her swollen lips and slid the streaming water nozzle into her pussy. All
the pain in her muscles dissipated as the strong spray gushed against her
cervix. As with his examination, the cleansing took time.

By the time he’d finished, she drew deep, even breaths,
enjoying the rising desire. The nozzle slipped free and he detached it so the
warm spray washed over them. Meticulously, he soaped every inch of her and
washed her hair before cleaning himself. A fresh flow of blood ran from the
place where she’d bitten him. She backed into the corner. She hadn’t meant to
hurt him. What would he do about it?

He left her standing in the relaxing steam as he dried off
and placed a dressing over the wound. He turned off the spray, helped her from
the enclosure and gently dried every centimeter of her skin. As he toweled her
hair, he said, “Go to the bed and climb upon it. Position yourself as you did
before.”