He thrust once, skin slapping wetly, his heavy sac kicking and kissing against my sex, my clit. An animal cry escaped my lips, and my eyes fell shut. The texture of the bark was rough on my palms, while the pump of Khell's stav in my cunt was urgent. His thrusts were shallow, careful not to pull out far enough to separate us, but it only meant there was more contact. He was gentle with my throat, in contrast to his merciless use of my cunt, his hand not squeezing but supporting, claws teasing little bites of my pulse.

My legs swung and beat against Khell's as he fucked me, my voice senseless and noisy, lips babbling and gaze staring up at the bouncing branches of the enormous tree I was braced against. I could feel him in my veins, in my head, the drum drum drum, slap slap slap, tug tug tug of thrusting hips and pumping stav.

I love this. Why do I love this? God, it's so good.

Khell snarled and growled behind me. "Sweet cunt. Perfect little ass bouncing as I fuck you, petal. I can feel your pulse like a little rabbit's drumming against my claws."

"Yours, beast," I rasped, the first logical words I'd uttered since he'd speared me and lifted me into the air.

Khell's roar was soft and velvety, his hips kicking faster. His arm around my hips adjusted so his hand could cup my clit, the other on my throat tightening. He rubbed me with the flat of his fingers, then walked us forward and shifted his hand on my throat until he was wrapped around me.

His heartbeat was hard against my back, a comforting echo of my own heavy and needful tempo.

"Fuck, Sunny," he hissed in my ear, undeniably desperate, his face nuzzling at me, tusks tangling with my hair, tongue flicking out to lick at my pulse.

I was pressed between him and the tree trunk, my torn clothing and Khell's embrace protecting me from some but not all of the friction of the bark, the scratch a new layer of sensation until it all blurred together. His fingers grew clumsy and demanding against my clit, the sensation there a fuzzy but scorching burn. I knew this feeling, the too-much that sometimes made me give up when I was trying to get myself off, that felt like I would never reach the peak. Ecstasy would either break through, harder and more overwhelming than ever, or it would wait there at the edges until frustration made me too weary to continue.

But Khell would not give up.

"Come, Sunny. Come for your beast," Khell rumbled, words ragged, demanding.

He stayed buried, rocking into my ass, grinding his cock inside of me, stav stroking and pleading. His teeth and tusks bit at my shoulder, his growl vibrating down into my breasts. And still, he rubbed and pressed and coaxed roughly at my clit.