Leysen immediately saw the young warrior's muscular chest and arms.
She was determined to prove --- to herself if nothing else --- that she didn't need Velder, that she could spend the night in the arms of any man of her choosing, even those of a Talisi warrior, and find pleasure in it. And this young Talisi warrior's arrival was too good an opportunity to pass up. Arching her back, she sprang up to her feet and approached him.
She loved the way he seemed to be in awe of her body. It made her feel even more powerful than she already did as the sole Arion Prime on Talis. Soon, she was standing only a few feet away from him. She could hear his accelerating heartbeat, she could even smell his readiness for her. His body betrayed his desires and they matched hers exactly. She didn't need to discuss that with him. And she certainly didn't need to ask his permission. After all, she was an Arion --- and a Prime at that --- while he was just a Talisi. She could take what she wanted from him and he could do nothing to stop her.
She reached out and hooked a finger inside the waistband of his warrior's harness. He did not move; his eyes revealing an inner state of shock. A little tug of her hand snapped the leather in half and tore the harness enough for it to fall to his feet. She nudged his scabbarded sword aside with her bare toes before looking down at his exposed body.
The male was completely exposed in his full state of arousal. She glanced again at his throbbing organ, barely able to hide her disappointment. She knew Talisi were softer and smaller than even the Betas, but she really hadn't known just how much. If he was this small when fully erect would he be able to satisfy her at all? She briefly considered stroking his shaft to see if it would expand any further, but changed her mind when she saw how close he was to orgasm already. She'd not even touched him yet.
There was no point delaying any longer. She reached down with her right hand, grasping the back of his thigh, just below his buttock. She remembered to be gentle with him, but he immediately snapped out of his trance and yelped in pain, arms trashing around in a state of panic. A few times his clenched fists smashed into her arms and stomach. Twice, he struck a breast, temporarily denting the flesh a little, making the mound bounce almost imperceptibly. That feeling, and the sight of his impotence against her, only increased her lust.
Reglin was stunned when the female jumped to her feet and approached him. She looked even better standing. The way her huge, round breasts bobbed just a little with each step almost brought him to orgasm. It was as if he had lost the ability to move or speak as his mind struggled to cope with the sight of her. She came really close. He felt paralyzed, utterly struck by her beauty. Then she tore his harness off him like it was made of thread. How did she do that? Before he could start thinking about it she had grabbed the back of his leg. It felt like he'd fallen into a santhatrap. Her fingers were soft and feminine, but they gripped him so tightly that he screamed.
He tried to make her release his leg by hitting her. He pounded her arms and stomach as hard as he could. It hurt. Him. Not her. Her skin was as smooth and warm as those of any other female, but it felt like she was made of rock underneath. She didn't react at all to his blows while his hands were becoming a mass of pain. Then he managed to strike her breast a couple of times. It was softer than her abdomen, but only slightly. Her flesh seemed to give for a fraction of a second before he encountered that stony underlayer once again. The breast bounced only a tiny bit under his hardest blow. She seemed to be enjoying it.
Then she finally loosened the vise-like grip on his leg. She was still holding him far to tightly for him to move his leg even a fraction of an inch, but at least he was no longer in agony. But then she put her other hand behind him and lifted him off the ground like he was a newborn infant. There wasn't a hint of strain on her face as she bore his big body on her open palm, holding him almost horizontally in front of herself.
He recovered from his shock and struck out at her. He could only reach her face, but he knew that he was striking her pretty hard. But his hands were on fire, and she wasn't even blinking. Then, he noticed that she was actually smiling at him, even as he punched her face again and again. The sight of her perfect teeth sent a quiver of desire through his body that overruled his fear and pain and made his manhood throb once more. He stopped hitting her and tried to catch his breath. She had picked him up like a child's toy. She utterly ignored his best efforts to hurt her. She terrified him. And yet she was so beautiful, so sexy, so graceful, so confident, that he burned with lust for her.
Leysen relaxed her casual grip on his leg even further until his grimace vanished. She placed her other palm flat on his back between his shoulders then in a fluid moment she lifted his legs off the ground, supporting his weight with the hand on his back, tilting him until he was almost horizontal. The look of utter shock on his face nearly made her laugh. He began to thrash out at her again, striking her face. She felt as if he was stroking her with a feather. She could see bruises already starting to form on his fists. She smiled at him as he continued his pathetic struggles, making his erection throb a little more, despite his obvious fear. Like all males, he was so easy to control.
Eventually, the Talisi gave up his feeble efforts to resist her. He was panting as though physically exhausted. She could hardly believe how pathetic he was. She knew she had to be extremely careful with the male. She didn't want to break her new toy. At least not before she had played with it for a while. Gently, still holding him in front of her, she moved her feet apart and passed his lower body between her legs, aligning his pulsating organ with her own eager entrance. Then she began to lift him into her. To her disgust, he was too soft to enter her fully. With a great effort, she concentrated on loosening her inner muscles until finally, she was able to push his entire length in.
She could hardly even feel him in there. He was so small and so soft. But there was something in the lightness of the sensation, as though he was teasing her inside, that almost excited her. Suddenly, she felt him tensing down there. There was no way she was going to allow the Talisi to climax before she was ready. Instinctively, she tightened herself a little. The warrior's reaction was to scream. Quickly, she released the pressure slightly, but not enough to allow him to orgasm. Still holding him with one hand between his shoulders she adjusted her grip so that the other hand cupped a buttock and his body was straight, perpendicular to hers.
The incredible female held him as if he was weightless. Reglin saw her opening her legs. He was too shocked and exhausted to resist when she effortlessly maneuvered him between her knees. Was she raping him? Yes, she was. She had positioned his bulging erection beneath her. She was lifting him towards her, seeking her sex with the point of his organ. It hurt. She was incredibly tight, but she continued to push him into her. Surely it had to be painful for her. But her beautiful face revealed not a trace of discomfort. Little by little, she was forcing him inside her.
For a second, he thought that he was going to climax, but suddenly his organ exploded in pain as if it was being crushed in a circular vise. He heard himself yelp and the pain subsided. But the pressure on his shaft was still sufficient to prevent his orgasm. It was as if she had perfect control over some super-strong muscle in there. Maybe she did. Everything else about this female defied belief, maybe her vagina was magical too. He felt her hand leave his leg and cushion his ass as she lowered his shoulders until he was lying flat, between her legs, his shaft buried inside her up to the hilt.
There was no doubt about it now. He was actually being raped. He couldn't believe the ease with which she was handling his big muscular frame. And she seemed to be deliberately stopping him from climaxing by squeezing him inside her. Who was she?
He looked up at her amazing blue eyes and her calm, gorgeous face. She looked ordinary enough to him, just another human female --- except for her incredible beauty. Her breasts! Those two big, full, round mounds riding so arrogantly high --- they were human too. But the way her internal muscles gripped him, the way she was holding him like he weighed nothing to her, the way his punches had failed to hurt her...
Leysen kept her tight inner grip as she began to lower and raise the male out of and into her. If she put some mental effort into it, she could detect the sensation of his shaft rubbing against her. It was pleasing to her, but it wasn't enough. She began to increase the speed of her thrusting, moving the Talisi's whole body with ease. He was nothing more now than her sex toy and she used him accordingly. She could feel a tiny orgasm growing inside of her as she thought of the absolute power she held over this big, "strong" male.
Faster and faster she plunged him into her, his arms and legs flailing wildly. It was so hard to gain any pleasure from him without hurting him. She wanted him unharmed for at least as long as it took her to reach satisfaction. She continued to shake him up and down until she felt her miniature climax approach and break.
What was she? And what was he --- her plaything? She had started pushing and pulling him in and out of her. She was still so tight that he couldn't climax despite his desperation to do so. She was throwing him about like he was just some toy, her strength still amazing him. She quickened the pace and his limbs began to fly about of their own accord. He had no control even over his own body. All the control belonged to the incredible female. Her arms moved even faster. His arms and legs became a blur, his head spun. Finally, she must have gotten what she wanted because she threw her head back and let out a low moan.
As her inner muscles relaxed, his face contorted and finally he released his load in a dozen violent spasms. He had never orgasmed so hard in his life. It was as if his entire essence was being sucked out through his exploding organ. He knew she had been using him like a toy purely for her own pleasure, but it had still felt better to him than even his wildest dream.
Yet another disappointment, thought Leysen. She had loosed her grip on his shaft, hoping his ejaculation would enhance her weak orgasm, but she hardly felt him at all. This Talisi was pathetic. All he had done was to stimulate her enough to make her want more and then he had failed to provide that "more". He was hardly even worthy of being her toy. She removed her hands from underneath him and simply let him drop onto the sand beneath her. He lay there, gasping for breath, his face fixed in an expression of relief. She looked down at him contemptuously.
After a few moments, his exhausted organ began to deflate. She could not believe it. Could this male be finished already, after he had raised her hopes and then given her so little? She could not accept that. So she raised one dainty foot and carefully stroked his penis with her perfect big toe as she stood over him. Immediately, he became erect once more. His puny organ was red and sore. His face showed the discomfort he was in, but he could not stop the blood flowing into his hardening shaft. Once again she smiled at him, and once again his manhood responded to her.
When she dropped him onto the sand like a piece of garbage, Reglin assumed she was finished with him. But the way she stared down at him let him know that she was disappointed he wasn't offering her more. Too bad for you, he thought, I've got nothing more to give. But then she began to caress him with her flawless foot making him hard again when he wouldn't have believed it possible.
Every pulse of his blood made his organ feel as if it was on fire, but he could not prevent it from continuing to inflate. When she smiled at him, he became fully erect once again. His groin ached, but his shaft betrayed him. Even that was utterly beyond his control now. Even his most personal physical reactions seemed to be hers to manipulate to her whims. He was truly scared now. He wondered what she had in mind for him next. He feared what she might do if he was unable to fulfill her needs. In a moment of panic, it occurred to him that her desire might be as inhuman as her strength, that he might never be able to satisfy this incredible female and that she might kill him in the process.
Leysen saw that the male was ready for her again. She also noticed the fear in his eyes, and it amused her that she had so easily made him erect despite his terror. Looking down at the feeble Talisi lying helpless on his back between her long straight legs reminded her of her power over him. The thought was enough to stimulate her own sexual appetite. She began to bend her knees, lowering herself down towards his throbbing penis. Panic spread across the warrior's face; he seemed to be in dread of what she might be about to do. He started kicking his legs, trying to move himself away from underneath her while still lying on the sand.
She crouched down. The Talisi had managed to move about half his body length away from her. She had to stretch forward a little to get a hold on his ankles. She could see his frantic efforts to move his feet, the jerking of his hips and the strain on his face, but all his efforts proved useless against her casual grip. Remaining on her haunches, she shifted her feet apart and gave the male's legs a little tug so that his whole body lifted momentarily off the sand as she yanked it into position between her legs. Then she pivoted her feet ever so slightly until her heels were pressed against his side, holding him in place, despite his increasingly desperate struggles.
Reglin saw that the female was lowering herself towards his painful erection. Instinctively, he tried to escape, "walking" himself, still prone on his back, away from her. He got his legs out from under her in time, but she was able to grab on to one of his ankles. She didn't seem to be putting any exertion into it, yet as much as he fought, he could not budge that ankle even a tiny bit. It was as if her arm had turned to stone. He tried to reach for his fallen sword, but he came up about a handspan short, his fingers closing on only sand.
He made another lunge for his sword, but he still couldn't escape her grip on his ankle. Then she pulled at him suddenly and his entire body jerked as she slid him between her feet once again as if he was nothing more than a sack of grain.
He felt her heels digging into his ribs on either side. With just the edges of her delicate feminine feet, she was easily preventing him from escaping. He tried to wriggle free, putting all his strength into it, but her hold was unbreakable. Beads of sweat began to break out on his forehead. He was utterly powerless against this female. There was nothing he could do to stop her doing whatever she wanted to do with him. He couldn't even deflate his ever-ready organ; even that was well beyond his control now.
Keeping the male in place between her heels, Leysen lowered herself until the tip of his wholly unimpressive erection brushed against her pubic hair. The incredibly delicate touch of the fragile Talisi flesh reminded her just how careful she had to be with this creature. She relaxed her inner muscles as much as she could, and slowly impaled herself on him, re-tightening a little when she felt him ready to orgasm once again. Just being inside her seemed to bring him to the brink of release, even now when he was frightened and in pain. Even when he had orgasmed once already just moments before. He truly was pathetic.
She began to pump her long strong legs, rhythmically taking him in and out of her, keeping the internal grip on him to prevent him climaxing until she was fully ready. She increased the pace, trying to squeeze more enjoyment from his small and delicate organ. From somewhere, the Talisi found a new burst of strength. He tried to sit up, getting about halfway there. That was enough for him to be able to reach her. Gritting his teeth, he began to strike her face, alternating between his left and right hands. She though this was much better. She enjoyed his feather-light touches as she continued to ride up and down on him.
From the tears in his eyes and his irregular breathing, she could tell that he was in pain, great pain probably, but she wasn't about to stop now, when he was finally doing something for her. She cupped her breasts, stroking them gently, using only about a hundred times more force than the warrior's blows as he repetitively struck her face. Soon she felt a second orgasm rising from deep within her, much larger than the first. Continuing the powerful movement of her legs, she bent her head down closer to him, bringing herself more within his reach, hoping to encourage him to hit her harder.
Reglin was in agony. He was being raped him for the second time in ten minutes. This time, he was lying on the sand, with her holding his entire body in place with her beautiful heels while she rode him, her fantastic legs moving up and down like storm-driven waves crashing on the rocks at the base of the cliffs. His organ burnt inside her, but in spite of the pain, he was yearning to climax once again. Just like the first time however, she was doing something inside to stop his release, gripping him with hidden, supernatural muscles. He was still unable to reach his sword. In a final attempt to ease his situation, he sat up as far as he could and started smacking her face with one hand then the other over and over again.
His hardest blows didn't even make her blink. Meanwhile, he could feel the bruises already beginning to form on his hands, only increasing his pain still further. The female continued to rape him, her legs not hesitating even an instant. Unbelievably, she leaned her face towards him as if she was deliberately making it easier for him to hit her, like she enjoyed it or something. In sheer desperation, afraid that she would crush his organ or his hips completely, he pounded her face repeatedly with both his fists together as if hammering on a huge oak door, ignoring the ever-growing pain in his hands.
This was much better! The Talisi had started to pummel her with both his fists. If she concentrated enough, it was almost like being gently caressed by a Prime. Leysen felt her orgasm bubble up to the surface. She released her inner hold on him, trying to feel his pathetic ejaculation. The pounding on her face stopped as the warrior lost control of his body. The miserable trickle inside her was just enough to send her over the edge. She threw her head back, thrusting her magnificent breasts outwards and moaning in her pleasure as she continued to ride him, making sure she extracted every drop of enjoyment from the Talisi beneath her.
At last she seemed to be stopping. Reglin felt the grip on his shaft loosen and was surprised by the strength of his own orgasm. He had never climaxed twice in so short a space of time before. The female arched her back and moaned, still bouncing up and down on his inflamed erection. The sight of her fantastic breasts pushed forward and jiggling drew a final burst of ejaculation from him, making him cry out in both pain and pleasure. Finally she stopped moving. As he panted for breath --- bruises already beginning to show on his hands, groin and hips --- and unbearable waves of soreness pulsing through his organ, he thought he would pass out.
He was far too exhausted to speak, let alone move his arms or legs. Besides, what could he say to the stunningly beautiful female who had just finished painfully raping him for a second time in a few minutes? The female who now sat on him, looking as fresh and relaxed as when he had first laid eyes on her. Didn't she even get tired? His body was covered in sweat and bruises. Hers was still perspiration-free, still smooth and flawless.
Leysen nearly laughed when she looked down at the Talisi. He was clearly too weary to move. Two short bursts of lovemaking --- in which she had done all the "work" --- and he appeared on the verge of falling into unconsciousness. There was no way she was going to allow him to do that. She was just getting warmed up now. Just beginning to see how she might get pleasure from this pathetic creature. The second time had been so much more enjoyable than the first --- maybe a third would actually satisfy her. Velder always managed to last for at least three rounds when she required him to. Could this Talisi do the same? There was only one way to find out.
She stood up, letting him slide out of her. She stepped around his prostrate body and lay down on the sand beside him. The male made no effort to escape this time. His breath was rasping, his broad, muscular chest rising and falling dramatically. Could he really be that physically exhausted? His miserable little organ was already flaccid once again. How did such a pathetic creature even manage to stay alive? But that was not her concern. Her only interest in him now was whether or not he could bring her to a third --- and hopefully conclusive --- orgasm.
Lying alongside the heavily-breathing Talisi, Leyen propped herself up on one elbow and turned toward him. She saw that his eyes were half open. He was on the verge of falling asleep. She placed a hand on either of his shoulders and shook him as gently as she could. He yelled out in pain once again. All she was doing was making sure he was awake. Was he truly that delicate? At least his eyes were fully open now. He was trying to speak, but no words came out. She began to worry that he would not be able to perform for her anymore. She had to act now before it was too late.
Reglin was vaguely aware of the female finally getting off of him and standing up. He was far too tired to move now. All he could do was try and catch his breath and hope that she would now leave him alone. She walked around him and lay down next to him. So, it seemed she did need to rest after all. He felt his eyes begin to close, and surrendered to the feeling, longing for the promise of recovery held out by sleep. The next thing he knew his upper arms were being crushed inwards and he was being viciously shaken as in a violent quake.
He opened his eyes. He should have known. His heart sank. The female was shaking him awake. She was not finished with him yet. He felt like his brain was about to be jolted loose. The pain of her iron grip on his already bruised arms was intolerable. Instinctively, he screamed. She stopped shaking him and loosened her hold, letting him drop back to the sand. Not for the first time, relief spread through him. He was completely awake now. She was leaning on her elbow, her gorgeous face studying him, her expression clearly one of disappointment. What did she want from him?
Every inch of his being ached, none more so than his bright red organ. It lay fully shriveled across his thigh. Surely she couldn't want anything else from there? He thought he would die if she did. Besides, he was convinced that he would never achieve another erection again in his life. The pain was too great. His penis was agonizingly sore. His testicles were throbbing and achingly empty. His groin and his hips were covered in blue and green marks, evidence of the battering he had already received. He wanted to tell her to leave him alone, to beg her to have pity on him. His lips moved, but his throat was too dry and his breath too short to produce sounds. He could do nothing but lie there. He was utterly at her mercy.
Or perhaps not. He could see his sword lying on the ground on the far side of her. If he could just reach it, then things would be different. His fists might have no effect on this female, but a sword was a different matter entirely. Surely not even this female was proof against a sword.
So, the Talisi was now too weak to even speak, his eyes barely open, seemingly focused somewhere behind her. Leysen was not prepared to wait for him to recover; her two orgasms had left her with a strong need for more. She would have to do everything for herself, including getting him erect once more. In one graceful move, she rolled herself over him, placing one of her hands on either side of his head and one foot on either side of his legs. She bent close over his face so that their noses were almost touching. Once again, he tried to speak, but without success. It was as if he had lost all power of movement. She hoped his penis was still responding.
Turning her head slightly, she lowered her lips to his and kissed him briefly, as gently as she could. A low groan emanated from him. Once more, he made a futile effort at talking. Looking down, she saw a slight spasm in his limp organ. Encouraged by this, she kissed him again, this time longer and harder. She saw one arm lift a little off the sand and crash back down again. The other arm merely stretched out, as if reaching for something, fingers closing on empty air. His organ spasmed again and raised itself a tiny bit. Another kiss, more passionate than the last. The arm slapped twice on the ground. The organ grew a little further. She was definitely on the right track.
Reglin's worst fears were confirmed. She wasn't lying beside him anymore, she was directly over him, supporting herself on her hands and toes. She brought her face so close to his, he could feel his panting breath trapped between them. He wanted to beg her to stop, whatever she was doing. The pain in his penis and testicles was so great, he feared he would die if she tried to take him again. But he was unable to make any noise leave his body. Then, she kissed him softly, her firm lips pressing against his for an indescribable second, a kiss more exciting than any he had ever imagined in his dreams. Immediately, he felt a stab of pain as his battered organ responded to her.
Still unable to reach his sword, he tried to cry out, to move, to strike her --- anything to make her stop. All he managed to do was emit a soft moan. Then she kissed him again, longer this time, making his penis jump a bit, the agony filling his head with stars. Summoning all his strength, he was able only to slap his hand on the ground. The only effect that had was to make her press her lips against his again, much stronger than before. His mouth felt numb under the pressure of her kiss, but he failed to notice, so great was the throbbing of his now undeniably re-inflating organ. The best resistance he could offer was to slap his hand on the sand twice more. No! She can't make him stiff again! She can't rape him a third time! Please... no!
Leysen ran her tongue lightly across the Talisi's cheek. He winced in discomfort and she could see yet more dark marks appearing on his skin. She slid her tongue between his lips, easily parting them, until she felt his clenched teeth. She probed a little bit harder and felt the barrier give way. Now she could taste his blood. It was the first time she had sampled Talisi blood. She quite liked it. She let her tongue run freely around his mouth, dislodging a few more teeth in the process. His hand was now pounding on the sand. She could see tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. Eventually, she withdrew her tongue from his now bloody mouth and glanced down at his organ. It was halfway there now.
Now she was licking him. Only it felt like someone pressing soft, warm stone against his face. Reglin could feel his cheek bruising even as she lightly passed the tip of her tongue over it. Then she was parting his lips. He fought to keep his mouth closed, but he was powerless to stop her separating his sealed lips. Her tongue was pushing painfully against his teeth now. He was using every ounce of strength he could gather to clamp his jaws together, to try and keep her out of his mouth, to try and stop her doing as she pleased with him.
Suddenly he was overwhelmed by a new pain in his gums and his mouth was full of blood. His teeth! The incredible female had knocked them out with just her tongue. Now she was exploring the inside of his mouth. He tried to push her out with his own tongue, but hers pushed his aside as though it wasn't there. He tried to scream, but her lips were sealed over his, his tongue was forced to the side and no sound came out. Despite the tremendous discomfort in his gums, the blood trickling down his throat and the terrible aches and bruises all over his body, he knew she was getting him hard again.
Each beat of his heart sent a wave of blood into his organ and a shot of pain through his entire body. Her tongue continued to wander about inside his mouth, knocking out a few more teeth, causing him further agony. All he could do in response was to slap his hand on the sand once more. He felt tears welling in his eyes when she finally withdrew her tongue. Blood dripped down his chin, his penis throbbed horribly. Still unable to speak he watched in horror as the girl glanced down at his half-extended organ and then back at him, smiling slightly.
Leysen knew now that she would be able to take the fragile Talisi a third time. She just had to finish the work of making him erect again and he would be hers. She gently lowered herself towards him once again until her large pink nipples brushed against his chest. She moved forward to allow herself to stroke the male with the points of her breasts. There was more banging of his hand on the ground. She leaned into him, allowing her big, round, firm breasts to flatten ever so slightly against his muscular chest. The pounding of his fist on the ground became more frantic. She ignored it, dragging her breasts up his body toward his chin.
She continued to rub herself upward over his body. The top of her breasts met his chin, forcing his head back until she heard the sound of his tendons stretching. Tears were streaming from his eyes. Not wanting him to pass out before she had taken what she wanted from him, she adjusted her chest so that her breasts rested on his cheeks. Beneath her, she felt his manhood approach its full length. She raised herself a little, so that her nipples hung just a fraction of an inch above his face, and then lowered herself once more, breasts either side of his nose, smothering him completely in her deep warm cleavage. That was enough to get him totally hard once more. She smiled. Males were so easy to control.
Reglin realized that nothing could stop the female from raping him a third time. There was nothing he could do to prevent her making him erect; despite the terrible pain she had inflicted all over his body and the agonizing ache of his abused sexual organs, he was powerless to resist her inhuman strength and her unnatural sexuality. She had stopped extracting his teeth with her tongue, but now she was lowering her fabulous breasts onto his chest. Her nipples pressed painfully into him, making him wince, but he was helpless. More as a reaction to the pain than an attempt to get through to her, he pounded the ground beside him once again.
She pressed her massive breasts against his chest. They felt so soft at first and yet so incredibly firm as they flattened just a little against him. Suddenly, there was no more give in them and he felt the two heavy mounds squeezing the air from his lungs. He smashed his fist repeatedly into the sand. She was going to kill him with her great big, gorgeous mounds! She started dragging them up his chest. It was as if two hurjas were being driven on his torso. The pressure was unbearable, but still his penis betrayed him, getting ever harder.
Her breasts reached his chin, pushing his head back. He tried to resist, but she seemed to be effortlessly stretching his neck with her wonderful mounds. He began to cry, partly due to the pain and partly due to the helplessness of his situation. He could feel the back of his neck stretching beyond comfort; he could hear something give back there. Brad feared she would decapitate him. At last she stopped, removing her chest from under his chin. But she just altered her position, and lowered himself onto his face, soft warm feminine flesh resting on his cheeks. He felt another spasm in his organ as he responded to her.
Then she lifted herself up again, so that her breasts were hanging just above the center of his face. From where he lay, he could see nothing but the two huge, glorious, pendant mounds. His penis twitched accordingly. He knew that the reactions of his organ were only encouraging her, but there was nothing he could do --- he was being betrayed by his own body. She was in complete control and he had no choice but to let her have her way. The burning sensation in his groin told him he was almost erect again. She was going to succeed at what he thought was impossible; she was going to rape him for a third time.
He knew now for certain that she would not be denied. His spirit sank to a new low as he realized that the girl would go on using him until either she was satisfied or he was unconscious. Or dead. He had to fight her --- not physically, because she seemed to have inhuman strength, but in some other way. He had to win the battle for control of his body, he had to prevent himself becoming stiff for her again. But the female just bent over him, her two magnificent breasts pressing painfully into his face again. He was being smothered by her; his nose buried in her cleavage, so that his nostrils were filled with her unbelievable scent, his vision completely filled with her flawless flesh. How could he ever think he could resist her? A broken man, he began to sob. He was completely erect now. She had won completely.
Leysen ifted her chest off the Talisi's face. Weeping softly, the pathetic creature stayed motionless as she lay down on her back beside him. She reached over and wrapped the fingers of her hand around the top of his arm. Casually raising her arm, she lifted his body off the sand. He dangled from her grip, making no effort to resist. What a pathetic creature. She dropped him on top of herself. His eyes closed for a moment as the impact of their chests knocked all the wind out of him. She wondered how much longer the fragile male would last. She decided not to waste any more time.
She placed a hand on each of his hips and, relaxing her internal muscles, she lifted him up and guided his organ into her. She pushed him in until he screamed. Then she began to pull him in and out, slowly at first, enjoying his moans of pain every time she slammed his groin against hers and his chest into her own. She increased the pace and the moans stopped and a look of horror and pleading came to his eyes. Her power over him excited her and she moved him in and out of her even faster. The fear on his face intensified. She could feel her orgasm developing and accelerated the movement of her arms still further. His eyes rolled until she could hardly see his pupils.
She let him have his pitiful ejaculation, continuing to thrust him in and out of her. His eyes were closed now, but she increased her pace once again. Finally, her climax came. She threw her head back and pushed him in deeply, letting out a scream as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. Her body began to buck wildly, and her eyes shut as she let the wonderful feeling fill her being. Perhaps these Talisi weren't so useless after all. It was two full minutes before she regained enough self-control to open her eyes once again.
When the female released his face from the prison of her cleavage, Reglin knew that she would soon be forcing him inside her again. He must have blanked out for a moment, because suddenly she was lying beside him. Then her fingers were on his arm and his mind filled with terrible agony yet again. She was lifting his whole body with her one-handed grip, letting him dangle like a child holding a doll. Then she let go and he fell onto her body, onto her incredible breasts. It was as if he had been hit in the chest by two battering rams. He couldn't breathe for an instant or two. He thought he was passing out, but the sensation passed.
She grabbed him by the hips. Reglin already knew what was about to happen to him, but he was too numb now to react. She lifted him up --- it still amazed him the way this slim female tossed his large frame about. Then she plunged him into her. She pushed him in even further than the previous two occasions --- so far in that he thought she would crush his pelvis against her rock-hard body. From somewhere deep inside of him a scream rose to the surface. The effort of producing the cry hurt his battered body terribly. Even as the sound left his lips, he knew that she would ignore it.
With her hands still gripping his hips like a vise, she began to push and pull him in and out of her. Each time she slammed him into her, her let out an involuntary moan of pain. His pelvis crashing against hers, his upper body smashing against her unearthly breasts --- he felt like he was being repeatedly kicked by a crazed hurja. Did this beautiful female want to kill him? Her only reaction to his obvious agony was to smile a little as she upped the tempo of her thrusting. She was using him as her dildo. He was her toy.
He could see his sword on the sand, just beyond his reach.
The continuing impacts of their chests drove all the air from his body. No sound would leave his open mouth. Panicking for breath, his eyes bulging, he was really scared. She just moved him ever faster. It was as if his terror was turning her on. His vision became black. In a wave of sickening fear, he suddenly realized that his life was in real danger. The female increased the pace even more.
He was more scared now than ever before. And yet she still somehow had the ability to control his sexual organs --- to bring him to an orgasm for the third time in fifteen minutes. He hardly felt himself climaxing, he was so numbed by pain, shock and fear, but he was vaguely aware of the fluid passing from him. But she didn't stop violently shaking him around. Her grip on his hips became even tighter. He felt his head becoming heavy. He stopped hearing anything except the thumping of his heart. Images of his childhood flashed into his mind and then... nothing.
As Leysen finally came down from her peak and opened her eyes, everything was red. Looking at her hands, she soon saw why. In her excitement, she had completely pulverized the Talisi's pelvis in her hands, the shattered bone piercing his skin. A few bloody shards of rib protruded from his strangely hollow upper body, his hard muscular chest crushed by her large, soft, feminine breasts. His mouth was smeared in blood from his toothless gums. Disgusted with the fragility of her former "lover", she tossed the corpse away. It landed in a repulsive heap fifty yards away.
She still wasn't done. As one of her hands came down after the toss, it landed on the warrior's sword. Without any conscious thought, she pulled it toward her, aware only that she held in her hand something bigger and harder than the warrior had been. Parting her legs, she reversed the weapon and slid its tip into her damp sex.
Finally! Something big enough and hard enough to do something for her. Her inner muscles constricted as she pushed the blade in deeper.
The blade was made of iron, not steel. Unable to withstand the crushing pressure, it began to deform as she stroked herself with it. Jamming it in further, she began working toward her peak.
Her entire body lifted off the sand as she reached her climax. The blade snapped off just above the hilt, leaving the remainder of the blade deep within her.
Tossing aside the hilt, she grabbed the naked blade with her hand. Having barely missed a beat, she continued to stroke herself, striving for a second climax. Her hand became a blur, the tip of the blade moving deeper and faster than any Talisi --- or Beta --- could ever hope to do.
Heating up under both the immense pressure of her inner muscles and the incredible friction of the movement, the metal began to glow --- red-hot at first, then white. Her fingers went through the softening metal, replacing the iron with something much harder as she continued to increase the pace. Her body began bucking, making the sand fly.
Finally, she was there. After a final buck, she subsided onto the sand, gasping for breath.
By the time her breathing returned to something resembling normal, the metal had cooled somewhat and hardened. Much of it was still inside her. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled it out. A casual toss sent it flying more than a hundred feet over the water. It splashed down, still warm enough to raise a brief column of steam.
Rising to her feet, Leysen walked to the sea to wash herself clean. The male had at least brought her some pleasure before crumbling in her arms. It had taken her three attempts, but she had managed to squeeze a small measure of satisfaction from his body. t had taken her own efforts to finish things off. Returning to where she had left them, she retrieved her garment and put it back on before walking back toward the village.
It wasn't a big beach, just a narrow strip of sand ringed on three sides by foreboding cliffs and by water on the fourth. There was no reason for anyone to bother descending the cliffs, only to have to climb up them later. Similarly, there was no reason for any of the fishing boats that worked the area to put in at this beach. It was a perfect place for someone who wished to be alone, provided that the person had a way to get there.
Right now, she wanted a little privacy. And she was not hemmed out by the rugged cliffs. Swooping out of the nearly cloudless sky, Tani'a Veloor descended toward the sand. Her eyes flashed blue as she scanned the cliffs for signs of human life.
A flock of jitkaws were diving and swooping on the other side of the headland at the end of the beach. Some dead fish had probably washed up on shore. Whatever it was, it was no concern of hers.
Satisfied that she was alone, she landed lightly on the warm sand. Running to the water's edge, she waded into the cold water almost up to her knees. She then rose up into the air and rotated to a horizontal position.
Lowering herself, she reentered the water, lying down on her back with her face just barely above the surface. Not that she really needed to keep her face out of the water, being able to hold her breath underwater for nearly ever. Closing her eyes, she let the waves play over her body.
The waves felt somewhat like the soft caresses of the Talisi males. Nothing like the caresses of a real man --- it had been almost a week since she'd been intimate with a man of her own race, and it would be months before he returned.
Keeping her eyes closed, her thoughts returned to Daffyd's last visit. Too bad he couldn't come more often, and stay longer.
As enthusiastic as they were, there was only so much that the natives could do for her, their bodies so weak and soft. Her hands came up to her breasts, lightly stroking them through the thin fabric, her delicate feminine fingers exerting only about ten times the force that the strongest Talisi warrior could do with all of the strength in his large masculine body.
Nothing at all like what Daffyd's hands had done to her body during his all too brief sojourn.
Gradually, her fingers tightened as she cupped and fondled herself, approaching and then exceeding even what Daffyd's hands had done.
Leaving her breast, one hand worked down her stomach, the fingers working their way under the thin fabric of the bottom part of her garment to tangle in her blonde bush before plunging deep into her damp and waiting slit.
It wasn't long before her body was bucking wildly on the sand, climaxing again and again. No male currently on the planet could have survived being in close proximity.
It was nearly an hour before she opened her eyes again. The tide had come in, wiping away most of the signs of her earlier activity. Raising herself up on her elbows, she looked around.
She was still alone. Not that she had expected any company. She then glanced at the sun, judging the time from its angle. It was then that she realized what had woken her.
The wind had shifted direction, bringing a new scent to her. That was no dead fish upon which the jitkaws were feeding. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at the headland, but her tachyon vision couldn't give her a clear picture of what was happening on the other side of the rocky promontory.
She had nothing better to do at the moment. Flexing her calves to rise up into the air, she flew over the headland to take a look. What she saw made her swoop down, scattering the feeding jitkaws.
The jitkaws had already taken much of the prime parts, stripping away much of the flesh from the face. Empty eye sockets stared up at her from a grinning skull. Most of the flesh was still on the naked body. Even though the jitkaws had removed the external genitalia, there was no mistaking the fact that the body was --- had been --- male.
Not all of the damage to the body had been caused by the feeding jitkaws. A look with her tachyon vision confirmed the external evidence; several ribs were broken and the hips had been completely crushed.
The body was too far away from the rocks to have fallen to the beach. Not that a fall onto the sand would have caused that kind of damage.
Turning in place, she looked in all directions. There was nothing to immediately suggest how he had been killed. Nor who was responsible --- if this simply hadn't been an accident of some sort.
But what kind of an accident could it be? Or a wild animal attack, perhaps? No, that was unlikely this close to a village. And it didn't look as if the warrior had been killed by an animal. Nothing certainly had fed on him --- except for the jitkaws, and while jitkaws could kill small animals, they didn't kill anything as large as a person. Certainly not an armed warrior --- his sword, or at least the remains of it --- was still close by.
Walking over to it, she bent down and picked up the sword and examined it. The blade had been snapped off about a handspan above the hilt as if from a very had impact. She looked around, but there was no sign of the rest of the blade.
Oh well. Talis was a wild planet, and the Talisi were a wild race. Violent death was no stranger to them. It was not her task to Protect them from their world or from themselves. As long as the Arions stayed away, she would let them live --- and die --- on their own.
Tossing the hilt a couple of hundred feet over the water, she leaped up into the sky.
A few minutes later, she was descending into her temple in Simpore, the dead Talisi warrior forgotten.
