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“I’m your queen.”
“Not unless I arrange it.”
Calli frowned.
Her mouth opened then her determination leaked away, for he’d placed his other hand at her neck. Both were wrapped about her, a collar of male hands, holding her.
As if controlled by another, her fingertips found his hands, gently felt along them, touching, marveling even.
She panted, unable to stop, and he watched her every move. His lips stretched in what seemed a cruel smile.
Her toes curled. That smile made her swell below, made her wetter.
And that mouth, his mouth... she’d only ever kissed people on the cheek. Kissing with him holding her in place had been a revelation. Her heart knocked at her chest.
“I know you’re a virgin and have never had a man in you.”
Her eyes locked open. This was the most uncomfortable discussion, ever. Though she’d often inserted her favorite dildo, she wasn’t telling him that.
“So, I am going to open you a little. It will help you.”
“What—”
Then he kissed her again, with those hands still holding her exactly where he wanted her.
He wasn’t gentle this time, he ravaged—her lips, her mouth, her neck, turning her to get better access, lifting away one hand and biting. She felt teeth, fangs, press into the side of her neck. The room lurched and she forgot how to breathe.
“You’ve never had anyone tell you what to do, have you? Or handle you like this.” His fingers had relaxed, now he firmed them on her, and his thumb pushed up her jaw.
Her swallow bumped his palm.
The hand he’d removed from her neck arrived between her legs and slid. A second later, she both heard and felt his claw puncture the cloth, tearing open the suit and her underwear.
“You’re wet, Princess.” He kissed her neck.
Coolness caressed her below then a rigid claw probed her. Caught, she felt the claw retract and there was only his thick finger, pushing, slicking up and down her slit. A tingle rushed from below, shivering through her as he began to rub her clit then press on her entrance, over and over.
The rising pleasure obliterated her shame.
Seconds or an eternity later, he managed to get that finger into her. It slowly thrust upward, into her, overcoming the clamp of her muscles. Calli bit her lip to stifle her moans, shuddering at the penetration.
Her trembling legs weakened and she relaxed enough to allow him to tear her suit further and mess with her. Mess with her mind, her pussy, her sense of who she should be.
“I shouldn’t.” Those words rasped from her throat, even as she clutched at his wrist below.
He had her though, was inside her where no one ever had been. Wrong and yet so right. It felt good. Her grip on his wrist fluctuated as her climax built. Grip, relax, grip harder, harder.
That was her making those small noises, shameful ones, her moaning and crying out at the thrusts, but she could not stop herself.
“Because you’re royalty? But you’re mine now, my princess, my queen-to-be. That’s it. Relax. Take my finger. I want to see what you look like when you come.”
Stiff, bucking a little, she held onto his arm and the wrist of that probing hand.
His hand had stayed on her neck, while he toyed with her with fingers and claws, toggling her clit, pressing upward, shoving that inserted finger ever higher.
In, out, press, press. “Oh! Ohhh,” she whispered, grabbing at him. “Fff...” She wrenched into a body-jerking, mind-blanking orgasm.
He let her slip through his hands and slump to the floor at his feet.
