S1 Week 1 EP 33
*Well, fuck me running. I am fresh meat.*
I wanted him with a desperation that scared me. My body had already decided, even if my mind was still playing catch-up. Every nerve was on high alert, and every touch was an electric jolt straight to my core. The taste of his kiss lingered, the scent of his skin filled my lungs, and the primal heat of him radiated through me like a drug.
“Fuck. I need you.” The words tore out of me, raw and unrestrained, and before he could respond, I lunged at him.
My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as I climbed up his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together, and pulled him tight against me.
His hard length pressed against my swollen, aching lips, and a surge of need made me whimper as I bit down on his ear.
Garak’s hands found my ass, squeezing and kneading as he supported my weight. He ground his hips against me, and I could feel every vein, every pulse of his cock through the thin barrier of my flesh.
The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine, causing me to arch my back and push my breasts into his face. He took one of my tender, milk-filled nipples into his mouth and sucked hard, making me cry out in a mix of pain and ecstasy. The warmth of his mouth and the pull of his lips sent waves of relief and pleasure coursing through me, my milk flowing freely down his throat.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I panted and moaned. My body moved of its own accord, rubbing and grinding against him in a desperate attempt to find that sweet, elusive release.
The cave spun around me with the intensity of my arousal, and I thought I might pass out from the sheer overload of sensation.
Garak’s hands roamed over my back and down to my ass, squeezing and kneading with a rough tenderness that made my whole body shiver. He switched to my other breast, sucking with the same fervor, and I could feel the mixture of my milk and sweat trickle down my torso. Each pull of his mouth sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core, making my clit throb with need.
I ground my hips against him harder, feeling the slickness of my own arousal coat his cock. Every stroke against my swollen lower lips and clit was torture, building me up higher and higher without letting me topple over the edge. My legs tightened around his waist, trying to force him inside me, but he held back, prolonging the exquisite agony.
“Please,” I whimpered, barely recognizing my own voice. It was raw and desperate, completely at odds with the determined, sassy woman I tried to be. “I can’t take it. I need you.”
*What the hell did the Gray alien fuckers do to me?* Nothing about this shit was normal… not at all.
Garak lifted his head from my breast, his lips and chin glistening. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. He kissed me again, hard and demanding, and I tasted my own milky sweetness on his lips.
My hands roamed down his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his skin, then circled around to his front, stroking his chest and abs, moving lower with each pass.
I broke the kiss, gasping for air. “Fuck me, Garak. Now.”
Garak knelt, lowering us both to the ground, and his flesh slipped between my folds. I was already wet, my body betraying me, and he slid in with an agonizing slowness, driving his cock deep inside me.
There was no pain, no resistance—only a rush of pure, unfiltered pleasure that made me gasp and cling to him even tighter.
He held still for a moment, letting me adjust to the feel of him, and I could feel every throb of his heartbeat, every twitch of his muscles. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: the guilt of giving in, the relief of not having to fight, the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume me whole.
I squeezed him with my thighs, testing the waters, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. He pulled back slightly, just enough to create a tantalizing friction, then pushed in again, slow and deliberate. Each movement sent sparks flying through my nerve endings, and I dug my nails into his back, needing something to anchor me.
Garak’s hands roamed my body, caressing and kneading with a rough tenderness. He fondled my other breast, and his thumb flicked over my nipple, sending a jolt straight to my core.
“Oh, fuck.” I arched my back, pressing more of myself into him, and he took the opportunity to kiss along my collarbone, his lips hot and insistent.
I was drowning in sensation, every touch amplified by the lingering effects of the drink. My thoughts became hazy, unfocused, and I started to lose myself in the primal rhythm of our bodies. This was so far beyond anything I’d ever experienced—so raw, so real.
Maybe this was why the Grays had put me here. Maybe they wanted to see how quickly I would abandon my humanity, how easily I would slip into this new, savage life. The thought should have horrified me, but at that moment, it only spurred me on.
I began to move with him, meeting his slow thrusts with my own, creating a building wave of pressure that threatened to crash down at any second. Our breaths mingled, hot and ragged, and the air around us grew thick with the scent of our sweat and sex.
“Don’t think that this gets you off the hook,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I meant it. “Because it doesn’t.”
I pulled him closer, deeper, and he responded with a harder thrust, making me cry out. The sound echoed off the walls of the den, a stark reminder of our isolation. We were alone in this makeshift world, two beings trying to find a way to survive.
Garak ground his hips into mine, and I met his upward strokes with a downward motion. He cupped my ass, and I milked his cock with my tightening muscles while he continued to thrust deep within my core.