Page 9 of Spawn

He pushed his cock into me, and it felt at first like a slender finger being inserted, sliding in easily, but it wasn't the slow glide of a patient lover, it was the sudden forced of a frantic rut, his hips pounding against me, his abdomen bouncing against my ass as he went from zero to sixty in a manner of seconds, his sudden penetration turning into a rough, relentless jackhammering in the manner of seconds. That slender penetration changing within the first few strokes into a size that fit against every nook and cranny inside of me.

I was completely overwhelmed by sensation.

He was fucking me like a wild beast.

Except even in that, his hand slid down in between my belly and the bed, finding my mound as his fingers slid between my folds, caressing me in time as the intense force of his thrusts rocked me against the bed. Even though he was big enough to fill me, and his motions were intense, there was no pain or discomfort, just the utter and complete pleasure of having my mind utterly consumed by aggression, by the sensation of being taken so forcefully and suddenly.

It felt like he was thickening inside of me; the pressure grew.

The speed with which he moved inside of me didn't allow me to think of anything but the intense rise of my pleasure, and my peak hit me in a cascade of fireworks, my eyes closing as the stars exploded around me and I clenched down hard on his length.

He let out a trilling cry, and I felt a new sense of heat fill me as he came with me, together in our endless bliss.

He stayed like that, on top of me, breathing hard, his entire body shuddering against me.

"Sherlock?" I asked, trying to turn underneath him.

He pulled out of me, the soft pop of him coming free a sensation that tore a soft cry of protest from me. I wasn't ready for him to be out. I didn't have to worry; he rolled me over, and he rested his still hard length against my belly before he angled himself, grabbing my legs as he rubbed the base of himself through my folds.

I stared down at the lurid sight. The tip of him was rounded, but it had cross-shaped grooves in it, with darker skin on the raised edges and lighter skin in the soft divots in between, as if it was originally pressed into a smaller, tighter, more pointed shape before splitting apart into the perfectly sized log that it was now. It glistened with our shared excitement as I looked up to see the expression on his face.

Unending hunger.

In a sharp motion, he slid his length all the way down, seating it against me and without any hesitation, thrust back into me, all the way to the hilt.

"Foooouck!" I grunted.

Then he was off to the races again, and I was clinging to him, holding on to his shoulders for dear life as he grunted and mounted me with the desperate speed of a wild animal.

"Sherlock!" I screamed as I came again, hard and fast, and all he did was snarl, my talkative alien male reduced to inarticulate noises.

The room filled with the sound of my pleasure and the wet slaps of our bodies against one another, and there was nothing that existed but this moment of being taken, completely and utterly.

SIX

SHERLOCK

My entire body ached with a bone-deep exhaustion.

I twitched as my mate let out a soft cry and clamped down on me, wringing the seed from me as I gave her what her body demanded, the madness of my rut fading, even if the memories remained sharp and present in my mind. I was lying next to her on the bed, one of her legs wrapped over my hip as I clutched at her.

Damage report available, my internal system offered.

"Noelle," I gasped out, her name a lifeline.

"You can talk again," she cried out, her hands cupping my face. "There you are."

"Are you… are you alright?" I asked.

"Am I alright? Are you alright?" she asked. "I was able to drink water, but you wouldn't let me leave the room. I know you said that would happen, but it's been two days. I didn't have any snacks in the room, so it's a good thing the others checked on me and brought us some stuff. I couldn't get you to eat or drink anything; all you did was me, over and over again. I was able to sleep, but you just kept going through it… You must be badly dehydrated."

"I am," I said. "I will recover."

None of the damage in the report was serious. It was all easily repairable.

"Sherlock… I'm not sure I can do that regularly," she said, a worried tone in her voice. "That rut was fun and all, but that isn't something I want to do every night."

"Now that you carry our young, I will be able to mate with you without going into a rut," I said.