Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (21 page)

Thank god she’d been so incredibly wet to begin with… She could hear the squishy noises as he pistoned in and out of her like part of a well-oiled machine.

The friction on her clit was intense, too.

Sometimes, with other guys, she’d liked to reach down and rub her little nubbin during sex, to help her get off… But her alien lover’s massive girth was rubbing and vibrating all of her womanly parts, her clit along with them.

She felt a little tremor run through her and gasped. Her pussy spasmed around Gearon’s cock—and she heard him laughing.

This spasm had taken her completely by surprise, like a half-cum, a mini-orgasm. She’d never felt something quite like that before …

But the rules had changed. It was as if her body had to figure out new ways to respond to the presence of the massive maleness inside her.

Encouraged by her eager, clenching pussy, Gearon picked up the pace further.

The time for gentleness and restraint on his part had apparently passed. He was pounding her with full force now, jerking her body forward with every stroke… So that her sensitive nipples scraped against the couch cushions, and her heels left the floor. When he bottomed out in her now, and the end of each thrust, she was literally on tip-toes.

With each inward stroke, his hard-muscled thighs would slap loudly on her plush ass. He was grunting to the rhythm of his pistoning cock…

And Heather, helpless, rode out the thrusting of the massive organ, sobbing from the intensity of it all. The stimulation was pure pleasure, yet almost unbearable at the same time, every nerve in her vagina and clit screaming out.

She buried her face in the couch to muffle her ecstatic sobs …

She certainly didn’t want Gearon to think she was really hurting. She wasn’t anymore. There was just so much pleasure, so much pressure, that giant cock feeling like it was splitting her open, over and over again.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream… But she still wanted Gearon to keep going.

And he did.

He pounded into her, every thrust filling her to capacity, every outstroke leaving her feeling strangely empty for a mere moment--before he grunted and pushed himself deep inside her again.

The ship was filled with the sweet music of sex. Her sobs and moans were mixed with her lover’s grunts and the slapping of his body against her plump ass… And, underneath all of it, the wet noises of their mating
slurped
and
squooshed
.

Gearon leaned low over her, sliding his hands under her breasts, pressing his palms hard against her nipples … Then grabbing them, pulling them hard, stretching them.

She cried out---

--But she
loved
it.

And suddenly, she felt Gearon’s weight shift. There was more weight bearing down on her abdomen as he slid forward, leaning over her, until she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, thick drops of his sweat dripping onto her flesh.

In this position, his cock made her gasp with fresh sensations of stretching. He seemed to be hitting even deeper than before, if that was possible. She’d be sore later, but the pleasure was still enough to overwhelm everything else.

Gearon was kissing and biting her shoulders, his tongue teasing her flushed skin as his huge maleness inside her drove her nearly insane with the intense sensations it caused.

Heather was sweating, shaking, sobbing… As Gearon moved faster and faster, thrusting like a bull enraged, his muscled thighs SLAP SLAP SLAPPING on her soft, curvy ass.

His strokes now were rapid, but short. He was only pulling out partway before thrusting in again.

These shallow, rapid thrusts had her mewling like an animal. She felt her orgasm building, her pussy vibrating with expectant energy, her clit burning for release…

He’d taken her just to the edge—

—but not over it.

He was holding her there on purpose, she realized, controlling her, taunting her…

Teasing her,
again!

He continued the short, rapid thrusts. She could feel his heavy balls slapping the inside of her butt cheeks and the lower part of her labia.

Now, she was whining with her need for release.

“Ahh—ahh—ahh—ahh …” the sounds came out of her mouth unbidden, as if the energy of the building climax had spread to her vocal chords.

“You … desire … some … thing, pretti… ness?” Gearon rasped.

“Y… ye … yes,” she gasped back. “Ahh –ahh …”

“Tell … me … what you … need… then,” he demanded.

“To… cum…” she hissed back. “Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh …”

It was as if the words themselves released her. She could feel the tremors building within her, finally going over the edge.

“Ahh—ahh—UHHHHHHHHHHH!” she squealed.

It didn’t take Gearon long to catch up. He pulled out all the way, then sank in with a brutal stroke… Pushing her whole body violently forward.

He pulled out, sank in deep again.

Once more, twice …

Three times …

“BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her Mekron Lord roared out his triumph, expressing his mastery over her female form: an alpha male animal, a conquering beast.

She could feel his massive organ pulse and jerk inside of her.

At the same moment, her pussy clamped down on it, spasming, contracting vigorously, milking the giant shaft.

The spasms sent bolts of pleasure throughout her body, making her shake, and she could only gasp:

“Yes… yes… yes…YES!”

Her clit felt like it was exploding. Her nipples rubbed on the couch, so sensitive, hard and burning themselves, feeling like extensions of her clit.

A second later, her back arched, her head came up, and her whole body shuddered violently as her cunt continued to clamp down on the pulsing cock inside of her.

She closed her eyes and pushed back onto Gearon’s spewing phallus.

A few seconds later, something warm, thick and wet began running out from her pussy, damp and sticky on her nether lips.

She could still hear him grunting, and could feel the muscle spasms racking his own body through her contact with his flesh. He was still cumming… Still filling her.

As her climax died down, Gearon thrust gently into her a few more times, grunting as if he was straining to pump out the last drops of his seed: “Guh… uhh… umm.”

The, without a word, he slid quickly out of her with a wet
squoooch
…

Leaving her feeling weak, light-headed, sweaty… and extremely messy down below.

She tried to push herself up and stand—but her legs were still shaking badly.

Suddenly, Gearon was there, helping her to stand, placing his arm around her waist protectively. He was like a wall of muscle and flesh… but with a tender touch now… There to support here.

“Are you well and unharmed?” he asked, his lovely violet eyes wide with concern. “Dearest Heather, my lust overwhelmed me, I am ashamed as I did not mean to—“

“Yeah… yes…” she panted. “I mean, it’s cool. I’m fine. It’s just… Whew! You sure know how to take a girl for a ride!”

He nuzzled closer to her, kissed her cheek, moved his mouth to her ear…

“So beautiful,” he whispered, “so responsive, so perfect for me.”

“Perfect,” she sighed back, resting her head against his chest, not caring that he was quite sweaty at the moment.

It had been so wonderful. No sex had ever been like that for her. More than just the physical aspects… His size and strength and strength and stamina were factors, sure, and of course his body turned her on tremendously…

But he seemed to understand what she needed, to make her feel pleasure and make her feel safe.

“My Lord, I…” she was tempted to say it again, the L-word… But that had made him uncomfortable before.

Dangerous… No Bond-Essence…

But he did care for her deeply, she was sure, she’d
felt
that!

As if sensing her thoughts, Gearon caressed her chin, raised her face so that her gaze met his violet eyes.

“It is so difficult,” he said, “to be searching for something so long, only to find that thing when everything lies at the edge of ruin. I can only savor these moments with you, prettiness.”

“I just want you to hold me,” she told him.

He nodded. “There is a compartment for hygiene needs there,” he said, gesturing towards what she guessed was a camouflaged hatch or doorway set into the right wall. “We can cleanse ourselves, and then rest together.”

She nodded. “I was hoping this ship had a bathroom, so that’s a relief, anyway.”

She nuzzled his powerful arm happily, kissing his bicep.

“I’m just wondering…” she asked, allowing herself to voice the question that had been nagging her, curiosity like a burning itch at the corner of her mind. “About how much… Well…”

“How much of what, loveliness?” he asked her.

“Oh dammit! How much of IT did you get in there, because it felt like I was taking a tree trunk inside my cooch. In a good way, mind…”

He shook his head and chuckled. “You amaze me, my Earthborn beauty! You took a little more than half of my nether-rod inside your body, truly a feat for a female of your species.”

Just over half?

In a way, she felt bad that she hadn’t done more for him--but then, he was just soooo damn big!

Big could be good, though… As she realized when he lifted her into his massive arms, kissed her tenderly, and carried her towards the doorway to the “bathroom.”

#

Heather felt, for the moment—for the first time in a very long time—content.

She rested there on the couch, cradled by Gearon, her Mekron Lord’s warm, powerful body wrapped protectively around her own. Once again, she felt like a child nestled in his giant arms… but it was a secure and wonderful feeling.

She was dozing, in a shallow sleep-state at best. But she didn’t want to open her eyes. She knew that they had little time. At any moment, Gearon would rise and tell her that this was IT, time to go, time for the desperate attack he’d described… the one for which the Enpathians would be waiting, and which he’d explained would likely prove fatal.

No guarantees, prettiness.

Her time with Gearon would likely be ending.

Funny that the prospect of losing him should bother her more than the threat of her own looming death… But maybe that was just it, she wanted to live
and
stay with him—no other future seemed desirable.

Should she try and talk him out of the attack, suggest they fly off into space somewhere together?

From what he’d told her, that was guaranteed to doom all of her fellow humans, friends and family… and then how many other alien civilizations would be eaten, too, once this “Grommalacht” finished with Earth?

No, that was selfish… and it would be asking Gearon to turn his back on his honor.

So for now, she closed her eyes, just trying to savor a few more moments nestled in the arms of the man she loved.

She heard a few faint sounds—clanking, gurgling—and she ignored them. There was a dull thump… the ship settling on the ocean bottom, perhaps? Gearon hadn’t stirred, and so she tried to relax again.

It was only when there was a clank from the direction of the airlock, followed by the distinctive slurping of the biofilter membrane, that she jerked up.

Gearon was already rising, relaxing his grip on her and gently easing her aside, standing up to face the intruder.

A figure emerged through the biofilter membrane.

Slim, female, straight platinum blonde hair, pale—
Enpathian.

She was clad in one of their customary flesh-suits, the thin and almost obscenely tight garment revealing every detail of her gaunt body: her tiny breasts, the outlines of her ribs…

Swiftly, she reached into a small pack clipped to her waist, withdrew a small, silver-black disc, pointing it towards Gearon…

“Jessam?” he asked. “What are you…”

The disc in her hand hissed and a small sphere of yellow energy blasted from it, striking Gearon’s chest and knocking him backwards. He fell, unmoving, to the floor, tiny yellow sparks dancing over his body for a moment before dissipating.

GEARON
!

He was unmoving, was he hurt, was he--?

“Hello, Heather,” said the Enpathian. “I am Jessam. In answer to your unspoken questions:  No, he is not permanently injured, just incapacitated. Yes, it hurt him somewhat. He’s strong as a bull
ramaloth;
there’s no way I could knock him out without hurting him a bit.”

This pale intruder…
bitch!…
looked like she might weigh about ninety pounds dripping wet. Heather knew she could take her!

Shaking off her daze, she jumped from the couch and rushed towards the Enpathian woman, intent on barreling into her and knocking her—