stiffened up as mind shattering pleasure ripped through her, then cried out in ecstasy, her voice breaking as she orgasmed. Her channel spasmed around Drogo's thick cock.
The ridges on his shaft pushed her towards another deeper, longer, stronger cataclysmic melt down. Where other men would've come, Drogo kept hammering through her seizing pussy.
Hope saw stars as she spiraled into an orgasm unrivaled by any other. Her legs tried to give out but Drogo held Hope firm as he continued to punish her quivering slit. Hope's muscles all seized, her toes curled in a paroxysm of pleasure. Her sanity fractured as mind bending pleasure consumed every cell in her body.
His merciless tool twitched and Hope felt it swell even harder and larger. He stopped moving while buried to the hilt. Hope felt the heat of his seed explode deep inside her channel, flooding her entire body with his alien chemical nirvana.
Drogo released her shoulder and roared a deafening sound, his ridges vibrating against her spread wet cleft.
Hope came forcefully for the third time and her mouth opened on a silent scream as her pussy milked his shaft. It was like her body was greedy for the strange drug he poured into her.
When Drogo's cock finally stopped shuddering, he released Hope's waist. She weakly tried to pull forward, semi-conscious of the fact he was done, but his cock was stuck, lodged deep in her vagina.
Drogo grabbed Hope's hips to hold her still. His tool had swollen enough that it had knotted inside her.
"Oh my god, this is crazy!" Hope slurred.
She'd had mind altering sex with a giant alien and now his cock was stuck in her. Then again she was too spent to even care. She couldn't even begin to piece together how she felt about any of it as her body still shook from the multiple orgasms.
Drogo shifted, so they lay curled on their sides with his large body tucked against her back. The occasional pulse in his shaft sent jolts of pleasure through her exhausted body forcing whimpered grunts from her lips. Drogo licked at her sore shoulder as he palmed one breast, his other arm pillowing her head.
Hope closed her eyes letting his heat and scent soothe her. Quickly her body gave up the will to stay conscious.
Viper
Viper awoke to the erotic sweet floral scent invading his nostrils. Soft flesh was beneath his fingers as he flexed his hands. Viper shifted and felt the pull in his groan. His eyes flew open with shock. He was knotted embedded in lovely Lepus.
He'd heard of newly mated couples being attached at the waist for hours following a first mounting, but it was a shock to find himself in this condition.
"What in name of Kadru happened?"
Viper's eyes traveled down Lepus' creamy pale body. From the angle he cradled her, he could see the swells of her breast with berry red tips, and the tuft of pale brown hair at the apex of her thighs. She was so tight around his shaft Viper wondered how he fit at all in her warm sheath. How long had they been like this? His memory was hazy. Had he coaxed her into mating him?
Despite how wonderful she felt wrapped around his cock, this was awkward. Lepus was human, she wouldn't understand knotting, and he doubted humans were the same way.
Viper shifted and the scent of Lepus' blood struck hard. He pulled back and moved her hair away from her neck. Viper noticed his mark on the crook of her neck. It wasn't a clean bite, the four points ragged and inflamed as if she had struggled against him.
"Sweet Kadru what have I done?" Viper struggled to remember, his hearts in his throat.
Faint images assailed his mind. One minute Lepus slept at his side and the next she was missing. He'd immediately lost his mind.
Viper looked around suddenly realizing they weren't in his room. There was a damaged door ahead, and he recalled immense anger. Someone had his female, Viper smelled her fear. He'd been desperate to reach her. Then she was there, her lush hips raised, for his possession.
Viper stared from the door to
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