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rings entered.
    She jumped at the shock of pleasure. There was a slight sting, but his teasing finger returned to her clit, and she was gasping, arching up against that digit as he attempted to stuff more of his cock inside her. But he was taking it slow, moving at a snail’s pace inside her, letting her feel every inch as it pressed deep within her.
    She got the same reaction out of the second and third rings, a pained shock of ecstasy followed by more of his soothing soft flesh as her juices flowed freely, easing his way inside.
    It was a torture that she could quite easily become addicted to.
    She let her head fall back and moaned her pleasure, her fingers digging into his arms, braced on either side of her as his hair gently ran over her, holding her hips up at the right angle, forcing her to take more.
    “Valan!” she muttered, her head rolling back and forth on the pillows, her eyes closed as his name rolled from her mouth. “Yes, God, yes!”
    Finally, after what seemed like a small, pleasurable eternity, the soft skin of his pelvis was pressed flush against hers. He could go no further. She had taken the whole of his alien cock and was filled to capacity.
    “You took it all,” he breathed against her ear before he nipped at it with his sharp teeth. “You have all of me, Kilana.”
    “Feels so good,” she managed, shuddering at these new experiences.
    She felt stuffed in a good way, filled to the brim with cock. He was hard enough and large enough to press all her sexual buttons at the same time, and the overwhelming sensation was enough to steal her breath. So she whimpered, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist as her heart tried its best to beat its way out of her chest.
    Her breathing was deep and loud in the small room, the air filled with the sound of her moans and whimpers and the liquid sounds of his moving as he adjusted his position.
    “You feel like nothing I have ever experienced.” He lifted up a little to stare at her.
    Kilana opened her eyes and stared back, a tear welling up because the pleasure was so overwhelming. Slowly, he lowered his head and took her lips again.
    This time the kiss was deep and loving as his tongue ran over every inch of her mouth, tugging at her own tongue, flicking at the roof of her mouth, and then retreating so that he could nip at her bottom lip.
    “Huncha kitot evea binet,” he muttered, before closing his own eyes and pressing his hips against her, trying to get farther inside.
    “Wh — what?” she gasped breathlessly, her ass cheeks quivering as his hands slid down to cup and knead them.
    “I have adjusted to you,” he repeated in English. “Are you ready?”
    Mute, she nodded, and he let go of her ass to brace himself, arms on either side of her head once again.
    Then instead of moving he…
    “Oh, shit!” Kilana’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open as those rings, those teasing, hard rings, not only began to vibrate, they began to move up and down!
    He was fucking her without moving his hips at all! Those rings caressed every inch of her channel, striking places she never knew existed, let alone were orgasmic.
    And then they began to spin and twist as well as moving up and down and vibrating.
    “Valan!” she shrieked, and immediately an orgasm overcame her. Her walls crunched down on the hardness within and immediately sent her spinning for a second time even before the first explosion relented. Her hands were now gliding along his shoulders as sweat sheened her body. Her back was arching, her ass clenching in sympathy with her pussy, her head bent back to its fullest.
    “More?” he asked as he changed his angle and those damn rings began to pulse faster.
    “Oh God, ohGodohGod!” she muttered over and over, her hands tearing at him and her body some frightening thing that was one huge lump of fire.
    She could not move, the feelings were so intense. Never had she ever felt anything like this! Orgasm after orgasm rolled through her as