The second installment of my Cronkri smut story, the first having been Noise(There is a link to Noise at the end /I hope/).  I hope this one is as well liked as the last one.  Please enjoy while I attempt to start the last part.

“Over? We’ve only just started, Vantas. I’ve got a lot to show you.” I couldn’t help but shudder as he ground his hips up against my ass, grinning in a way that should have made me uncomfortable in a much different sense of the word. Before I could say anything, not that it would have been possible to utter more than a confused question with how worn I already felt, I was pulled up and maneuvered so that my upper body was pressed against the bed and my legs hung over the edge. I had half a mind to ask why and how he’d acquired the rather alien sleeping device, but it was comfortable and sleeping sounded like a great idea. That sense of security and relaxation died the moment I felt his weight lift from the bed. The feeling of my legs being spread open brought my drowsy mind back to the current situation.

“W…what do you think you are doing?” I asked defensively, the determination I would’ve had was drowned in my anxiety over why his lips were now running up my bare leg, leaving a wet trail of kissing that I feared lead to a place his face probably didn’t want to be next to. This thought, however, was proved wrong the second I felt him press a kiss against the top of my nook; the sudden action made my lower body stiffen, the heels of my feet digging into his shoulders. A low chuckle sent vibrations from his mouth through my nook, a sensation I just know he meant to shoot into my already worn body.

“I told you we were just getting started, babe, I’m not letting you rest until you know exactly what you’ve been missing.” Apparently what I had been missing was a combination of awkward cuddling in someone’s lap combined with an overwhelming hand-job, I think that is what they are call, followed by someone’s tongue being thrust in and out of… “Ah, Cronus, wha-” I could feel his hot tongue thrashing about inside of my nook, stretching the tight walls that have not previously been treated in such a way. I wanted to scream out for him to stop because, fuck, it was just way too much for me to handle so soon. His movements were slow and shallow as if he could tell how uneasy I was about this. I could finally relax when his tongue exited my only somewhat wet nook as if he sensed how tense my body had become over the action. “Sorry, got a little ahead of myself.” He said casually before dragging his tongue across my nook twice in a mercilessly slow manner. I could feel my body transition from stiff to a mess of spasms from just that action, a constant but small shaking ached my upper body as I leaned on my elbows to see what his intent was. He seemed to feel my movements as he looked up to meet my eyes, red stains on his face along with a grin made my head spin as I dropped back down on the bed.

“I think you are trying to kill me.” I hardly muttered before a soft moan escaped my lips, his mouth back on me without a sparing moment to talk about what was happening. I needed him to slow down, honestly I did, but I couldn’t manage to say anything. Even when I could get out a few sort gasps and whimpers of either “Please” “Stop!” or even a groan of his name I realised my body was betraying what I knew I actually wanted. I wanted this to stop. I didn’t want his tongue lapping up the terrifyingly quick increase of red material that was dripping from my poor nook. I didn’t want to experience whatever it was that he insisted on doing to me. I did not want him to thoroughly molest my nook with his stained tongue. I swear I didn’t want him making a mess of me like this. The last thing I wanted was to be in this state of whatever it is. It isn’t arousal. I can assure you I didn’t like this. I didn’t enjoy the way each movement of his tongue made my legs jerk and spasm. I didn’t enjoy the way my cries of annoyance, contrary to his belief in reading it as pleasure, wavered as I shook violently. I didn’t enjoy it when he pushed his deliciously warm tongue back inside my down soaked nook…No…No, I don’t want this. I don’t think that it feels wonderful and better than I’d ever imagined it could feel. It is absolutely vile that he is invading me this way. “Stop, Cronus, hold on for a second.” This time he actually stopped sitting up with a rather disappointed sigh, though he seemed to appreciate the new view he received of my flushed, sweated covered, much too exposed body.

“When are you going to understand, Kan? All these stops are making this a lot less ‘informative’ for you.” I looked up at him in confusion before attempting to glare at him.

“Understand what exactly, Cro?” I snarled back, not realising how annoyed the situation had made me. However, instead of being offended by the shortened version of his name he simple chuckled. “This is funny! You are violating my personal space. I’m pretty sure this is illegal on some planets without consent.”

“That’s what is so funny, chief. You are so against this mentally while your body is cravin’ it. If you didn’t want this you wouldn’t be wet like that, trust me. You are just too strung up to notice how great of a service this is. You really should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you? This is ridiculous! I don’t want this. I’ve been telling you to stop ever since yo-” His next few words made my eyes widen in a new realization that I’d never considered throughout the entire ordeal.

“So why haven’t you stopped me then? You haven’t even tried to actually get me to stop. Look me in the eyes and tell me that none of this felt good and that you aren’t enjoying yourself for the first time in a long fuckin’ time.” I stared up at him, ignoring the mess on his lips to stare straight into determined and rather cocky violet eyes. I opened my mouth to say what I knew I wanted to say. I wanted to explain that I hated this and it was disgusting and it needed to stop. “Go on. Tell me to leave you alone and rant about how damn triggered this makes you. If that’s actually how you feel.” He smirked confidently as shook my head. I can’t explain what provoked me to act and speak as I did but it isn’t something I can say I’m proud or ashamed of. The last words I spoke before I let go of my regrets of that day would be ones I know he’d hold over me forever.

“Please..please don’t stop.” I replied quietly, not so much stuttering as I was fighting with my 'moral code’. He didn’t even hesitate to make sure I was sure of what I was saying before leaning down again and pressing as deep as he could into me. The pressure and heat made my back arch and my bulge ache to be tended to. I groaned and panted softly as he continued to 'show me what I was missing’, my body shaking more than it ever has. My bulge curled around his horn, eliciting a noise from him that was so unexpectedly hot that I couldn’t stand it anymore. My thighs pressed tightly against his head and my claws dug into the sheets as I released for the second time. I lay on the soft bed motionless aside from my chest heaving as it tried to regain what breath it once held. He sat on the bed next to me, cleaning my material off of his face and trying in vain to get it out of his hair. I closed my eyes to sleep, but he whispered something in my ear that made a shudder run through my already exhausted body once more.

“Ready for round three?”

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