Chapter 112: Chapter 112
Tempest whimpered as Dron slowly entered her.
Her body was awash with emotion. She was still thinking about the destruction and death that she saw in the poor class.
She was still worried about the rest of the poor class that was still there.
On top of that, she was worried that Gerax and Mexyn could still be in danger too.
With every kiss and thrust from Dron, she felt those worries slipping away from her.
Dron had a way of wrapping her in comfort.
The fact that they could now come together like this only made it stronger.
Dron stayed shallow, and she felt her body gearing up for the first of what she knew would be many orgasms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. She wanted to feel more of him. Wanted more of the peace and comfort his body offered her.
Soon enough, she found that she couldn’t think about anything besides how Dron was making her feel.
He stretched her. His large primary sex organ was forcing her walls open and touching every last spot inside of her. She reveled in the feeling.
She leaned forward and kissed the side of his neck as he slowly thrust into her and pulled back out over and over again. The rocking sensation lulled her.
"Oh God, Dron, more." Tempest gripped at the sheets under her as she felt the muscles in her body clenching and gravity cease to exist.
He thrust into her one more time, and all of her struggles vanished as she came gloriously. She screamed his name.
"Yes. Goddess above, I love it when you come." Dron growled, and his hips snapped forward with more power. More needs.
Tempest held onto him as his thrusts became stronger. He was searching for his comfort too. She was happy to be able to give it to him. Happy that she was there for him during this time as well.
Dron lifted himself up and looked down at Tempest. He stared at her as if he were seeing a great mystery. The answers to life itself. She didn’t know how to feel about it. Didn’t know what she had done to be looked at like she was an absolute marvel, so instead she lifted up again and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
He growled and slammed hard into her. She gasped and leaned back to catch his gaze once again. He was smirking down at her. Dron was getting a kick out of destroying her.
Soon it became a game of who could make the other unravel the fastest. A game Tempest was more than willing to play. So far she’d been more than happy to let Dron take the lead in their lovemaking. He was good at it. But she was sure that she had a few things to offer.
She slowly began to swirl her hips in tight circles with every one of his thrusts. It was his turn to gasp. He held her tight but not tight enough to get her to stop what she was doing.
"Tempest..." his voice rumbled in his chest. It was her turn to smirk. She lifted her hips up off the bed a little more, widening the circles that she was making, and she felt a deep tremble run through Dron’s body. He was enjoying this. It was pushing him over the edge. The steady deep thrust turned into something that lacked coordination. He was trying to keep up but was losing himself in her. In what she was doing. He leaned down to kiss her, but this time when he pressed his lips to hers, Tempest took that as her opening. She sucked in his bottom lip and bit down hard and quickly.
Dron snarled and pulled away, shocked that Tempest would do something that would hurt him. His eyes narrowed on her for a second before he pulled his hand up and gently laid it across Tempest’s neck.
"Be good," he murmured.
"No, why would I do that?" Tempest responded quickly.
She liked this. Liked the fact that she could fight him and he would have very little issue keeping her under control. If Dron were anyone else, she’d be worried that he’d let it. The power goes to his head. But with Dron, Tempest knew that it was an even give and take. He could control her in the bed, but he would give up control when needed. He would never take things too far. He would never truly hurt her.
She trusted him implicitly.
Tempest reached up and scratched her fingers down his chest; this time she did it hard enough to leave welts in his skin. He roared as he reared back and slammed into Tempest with what felt like his full power. Her eyes crossed, and she screamed out as he caused another orgasm to rip through her. He didn’t slow. Didn’t wait for her to come back down to the ground. He continued to pound into her.
"Dron, please!" Tempest wailed. She wasn’t sure what she was begging for. What she wanted. All of it. No more. She couldn’t place the emotions rushing through her body. But Dron seemed to know because he changed his angle, hitting another sensitive spot inside of her.
Just as she was at the tail end of the previous orgasm, another rip went through her. She shook so hard she could barely breathe. Dron took that as his cue to apply pressure to her neck, cutting off just enough of her air that she began to see stars.
The orgasm lasted much longer, and by the end of it, she was nothing more than a pile of jelly under him. She was ready to tap out. Ready to tell him that she couldn’t take any more.
"No, I’m not through with you yet." Dron snarled at her.
Instead of continuing with his pace, he abruptly pulled out of Tempest. She whimpered at the sudden loss of his body on top of hers.
"No." She clamored for him.
"Shh, my temptation, I’m right here." The softness of his voice completely contradicted his rough treatment of her.
Her mind was spinning as Tempest felt Dron grab hold of her legs and quickly flip her in the bed so that she was lying on her stomach.
"Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle this?" Tempest teased him. Her voice was breathy. She was talking trash but barely able to keep her eyes open.
Dron growled again as he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back so that she was on her knees. Her ass in the air and Dron positioned behind her. She was kneeling in a puddle of her own slick, but there was nothing embarrassing about it. It was just her body letting her know that she wanted Dron. Not that she needed any outward clues. She was infatuated with him.
Dron positioned himself at her opening once again and thrust into her with so much power that Tempest nearly flew forward. Dron grabbed hold of her hips to keep her steady.
Sparks flew across Tempest’s skin as she tried to process this new position. She didn’t know what she was feeling, and it took her a minute to realize that though he was only using one of his two cocks to enter her, the second one was the one bringing her the most pleasure at the moment.
His secondary shaft was rubbing against her folds and clit. There were thick veins that felt like ridges that skated perfectly against her sensitive folds.
"Oh... oh... fuck!" Tempest squealed as she quickly rushed toward another orgasm. She couldn’t control herself. Instead of just here allowing Dron to have his way with her, Tempest found herself bouncing back against him. Trying to get more of both sensations.
Dron roared loud as he pounded into her with a speed she could barely keep up with. She could feel her insides stretching even more. He was getting close. For a brief second she worried about the knot she knew would be coming with his release, but she found that instead of being concerned about how she would accept it, she was worried that he wouldn’t get the full effect of his pleasure in this position. She wanted the knot. She wanted to be connected to him. She purred in satisfaction.
"Tempest, you have to stop... oh goddess." He moaned and skated his hands up her curved spine and into her hair.
Tempest didn’t want to stop. She didn’t want to stop ever.
Droon’s hair was soft on her strands, but that’s not what she wanted. She wanted the full brutality of him. She knew he was capable.
"Grab my hair, Dron." She ordered him as she continued to bounce back against him, completely ignoring his request that she stop.
He did as she asked.
"Now pull."
Once again he complied.
The motion put a deep arch into her back, and she squealed in excitement.
"Oh, my..." Dron grumbled, his breath coming in quick pants and snarls. "What are you doing to me? Goddess above. My Tempest. Mine!" He was losing it. She could tell and she loved it. Loved that she was able to do this to him.
With the combination of Dron pulling her hair, the ridged secondary shaft rubbing beautifully against her clit, and the deep stretching inside of her, she was in a constant state of orgasm.
"Hold on. Tempest, just hold on." Dron ordered her as he curled his body down over hers, never letting go of his grip on her hair. He stayed deep, grinding and pounding into her like a jackhammer.
Tempest could no longer respond. All capacity to speak had already left her body. She was nothing more than a ball of pleasure at that moment.
Still in the back of her mind, she began to feel the nearly painful stretching right at the base of her opening. The drone shaft began to pop in and out of her, and finally, she bellowed her completion.
Something was different.
Tempest could feel the pulsing of his orgasm, the torrent of cum spewing out of him, but it was his secondary shaft that was causing her some confusion. It didn’t just lie flaccid against her, but instead there was a slight vibration. Not too intense but definitely noticeable.
"Dron, what is ...oh...what are you doing? I’m...fuck...oh god!" She squealed as she clamped down hard against him as another powerful orgasm tore through her body.
Dron hummed against her, in complete peace, and held her as her body rode the wave of the latest orgasm.
Tempest twisted as she tried to get away from the subtle vibration that was still going through Dron’s body. It was perfect but too much all at the same time.
"Don’t run. Stay," Dron whispered against her ear.
Tempest calmed and let him hold her against his body. She didn’t know what he was referring to. Didn’t know if he was talking about in the moment or forever, but she knew that she wanted to do just that. She wanted to stay with him.
Forever.
