Cruel Union (Brutal Universe #1)

33. Aurora

33

AURORA

“ I know what you need to help the emptiness, Princess , but you might not like it,” Slade told me.

I looked down at him, still sitting between my thighs and saw the concern in his golden eyes. Whatever he was about to suggest, I needed to listen and not say “no” as a knee-jerk reaction.

“ Tell me,” I said. “ I … I need to know.”

“ All right. Well , you keep saying you feel empty—that’s because you need to be filled.” Slade slipped one long finger into my pussy, making me arch my back and moan. It felt so good to have him in me, but the single finger wasn’t enough— I knew at once I needed more.

“ Oh , Slade !” I gasped. “ Are …are you talking about…about Breeding me?”

He shook his head.

“ Not yet, baby—you’re still too tight inside. Usually a Brute’s compounds will help his Fated Mate open for his shaft, but in this case, I think we let the Need Fever go too far. I’m going to need to open you slowly—over a period of days—before I can Breed you.”

“ What ? But how?” I demanded, and moaned because he had crooked his finger and was stroking that spot inside me—the thing he’d called a “ G -spot—” and it felt so good I couldn’t hold still.

“ With these.” Slade withdrew his finger and reached for something on the side of the bed. I recognized the black bag he’d had with him in the sex-department of the store and watched with trepidation as he opened it.

I frowned at what he pulled out. It was a clear case with six different rods inside it. They were graduated in size from the smallest, which was barely the length and size of Slade’s finger to the largest, which looked almost as big as his shaft. Every rod was a different color ranging from pale pink for the smallest, then baby blue, yellow, orange, red, and finally the largest one was dark purple.

“ What are those?” I asked Slade as he pulled the baby blue rod out of the clear packaging.

“ Stretchers ,” he answered. “ They’re going to help you open up, baby—gradually. Every night we’re going to use a different one on you to help your little pussy open.”

“ You …you’re going to put them inside me?” I asked faintly. I had never imagined such an indignity. And yet, the idea of holding still while Slade filled me with the multicolored rods did something to me—made me feel hot and needy all over again. Maybe it was the idea of submitting and opening my body to him. Though I told myself I didn’t want to, my body seemed to think differently.

“ Yes —we’re going to start with this one tonight.” Slade held up the baby blue rod. “ I’m going to put it in you and fuck you with it and make you come again—that’s going to help with the Need Fever .”

“ Goddess !” I breathed, looking at the blue rod. It was thicker than two of his fingers put together, which were so far, the thickest things I’d had inside me. “ Will …will it hurt?” I asked in a small voice.

Slade shook his head.

“ No , baby.” Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on the neatly trimmed thatch of curls on my mound. “ No , you might feel a little stretching but as long as you’re a good girl and open for me, it shouldn’t hurt. I’m not going to rush you—we’re going to go slow,” he added.

I wanted to protest but I sensed that I didn’t have any choice in the matter.

“ All right,” I whispered, spreading my thighs a little wider submissively. “ Go ahead, Slade —put it in me.”

“ Gods , love to hear you talk like that,” he growled. His golden eyes were lazy with lust as he fit the head of the stretcher to the mouth of my pussy and began to slide it inside me.

I moaned softly as I felt my inner walls stretch to take the blue rod. It didn’t hurt exactly—though the stretching was intense, I didn’t complain. I could tell it was exactly what my body was crying out for. Slade was giving me what The Need demanded and no matter how embarrassing it was, I needed to let him do it.

“ Good girl,” he murmured, stroking my inner thigh with his free hand as he slowly slid the rod deeper into my pussy. “ Look at you taking it so nice and deep,” he said, nodding down between my legs. “ Look at that sweet virgin pussy opening just for me.”

“ Oh , Slade …” I moaned, bucking my hips. I have to be honest, his dirty talk was turning me on—making me even hotter and more needy. I loved the way he was looking at me too—as though I was the most beautiful, sensual woman he had ever seen. It made me feel special and cared for and incredibly hot to have him taking care of me like this.

At last I felt the blunt head of the rod bottom out inside me and Slade nodded in apparent approval.

“ There , it’s all the way in now. How do you feel, Princess ?”

“ Full ,” I admitted. “ I mean, I can feel it stretching me out.”

“ And does it feel good?” Slade raised an enquiring eyebrow at me.

“ Yes .” I nodded. “ It feels like…like what I need.”

“ What you really need is my shaft buried to the hilt in your soft little pussy filling you full of my seed,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “ But this is going to have to do for now.”

“ What happens now?” I asked him. “ Do I just lay here with it, um, inside me?”

“ Not quite. What happens next is I’m going to fuck you, Princess .” His voice dropped to a low growl. “ So just relax and stay open for me. Let me fuck your little pussy nice and deep.”

“ You’re going to— ohhhh!” I moaned, for Slade had drawn the light blue rod almost all the way out of my pussy and then thrust it back in. I gasped and bucked my hips as he did it again…and then again and again and again . He was making a rhythm inside me, hitting the bottom of my channel with every stroke and sending waves of pleasure through my body and down my spine.

“ Slade !” I cried, writhing on the bed, my body moving in time to the thrusts inside me. “ Oh Goddess !”

“ Good girl,” he growled. “ Do you like getting fucked? Do you like having your soft little pussy filled with a shaft my sweet little Princess ?”

“ Yes … yes!” I wailed, unable to help myself. My whole body was suddenly right on the edge again and I was sure I was about to have another orgasm if only I could get there…

Slade apparently decided to help me. Still thrusting the rod in and out of my pussy, he leaned forward and fastened his mouth over my aching clit again. He began to lash it with his tongue as he fucked me, adding yet another pleasure to the one he was already giving me.

“ Slade !” I wailed, gripping his horns to hold him in place. “ Oh please… please!”

And then I was coming again—coming so hard it was a wonder I didn’t break the rod inside me in two. My inner walls quivered and the pleasure built to an intensity that was almost scary . My back arched and my nipples went tight and painful as I moaned my new husband’s name. I was sure the ridges on his horns were going to leave marks on my hands, I was gripping them so tightly, but I didn’t care.

Through it all, Slade kept fucking and licking me, giving me exactly what I needed until I finally collapsed, utterly spent on the bed as the tidal wave of pleasure finally receded.

I had never felt anything like it…but I already knew I wanted to experience it again.