I whined, pulling my arms from under my pillow to wrap them around his shoulders.

"No, petal. Don't move. You are sleeping," Khell'ar hissed.

My hands itched to touch him, already addicted to the soft texture of his skin, but I went limp easily, still exhausted from the day. Khell'ar grunted in appreciation, picking up his pace and lifting his head to watch my breasts tremble with his thrusts.

"Close your eyes," he purred, and I whimpered in objection but let them fall shut. He rewarded me with a long, wet lick up my throat, his tusks nuzzling my jaw. My lips were parted on a stifled moan, and his tongue slipped in, stroking against mine, right to the back of my throat and out again. His weight sank into mine, the bed and his massive form enveloping me, the pressure breathtaking, his roll and grind on top of me contrasting with the urgent pump of his stav.

And still I lay limp, the first rush of arousal upon waking and realizing Khell was fucking me softening into a drowsy and powerful throb.

"Soft, pretty, little petal," Khell'ar growled, hips snapping sudden and rough. My cry was brief, and my hands clenched until he filled my palms with his own, pinning me still. "Sweet cunt, wet and tight and full of cock, just like you like it."

He was too tall as he spread out fully on top of me, and it left my face pressed to his hot throat, the vibration of his voice drumming in my ears. He spread his feet wide, pushing my legs open to the point of strain, and he grew rough and urgent between my thighs, his claws digging gently into the backs of my hands.

"I'll fill you up with cum, petal. Make you heavy with my scent." I gasped as he spoke, squirmed into the crescendo of his thrusting to meet him. "I'll keep you plugged with my cock while you sleep, watch my seed seep out of you as I hunt you tomorrow."

"Oh god, Khell," I gasped, but with him covering me and spreading me with his body, the words were barely audible over his own grunts and groans.

He was a crushing, desperate animal on top of me, and my whole body ached from the force of his. Still, I tried to stay limp, relaxed, his vessel to use. The orgasm came on slowly, heat expanding from my center, and then a soft wave rising up from my toes over my head. Khell's stav swelled to a fist, pressing in against my G-spot, and the pleasure sharpened, harmonizing with the sudden rush of his own release inside of me.

How much is too much? When will my body just give up? I wondered.