Page 7 of Braax's Bride

“Sweet Sofia, so beautiful. And all mine,” he murmured into her mouth, and tears burned her eyes, the saccharine words too much.

When was the last time she had sweet nothings whispered to her? A long while. Perhaps never.

He ran a clawed hand through her hair as he set a steady pace, the ridges of his cock rubbing her overstimulated clit in just the right way. The warmth in her core spread, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm coming.

Sofia grabbed his shoulders, needing something to ground her, to keep her on Olara 8 as he fucked her mercilessly. She groaned when her climax hit, graying her vision for a few moments as his relentless cock continued to plunge into her.

“Braax!” she cried as she came apart around him, clenching as her orgasm raced through her, tingling every nerve in her body.

He groaned, gripping her ass with both hands as he pounded into her, before letting out a loud roar that rattled the walls. Seedspilled from him, coating her cunt and dripping down her thighs as he continued to fuck her.

He wasn’t stopping and finally she put her hands on his chest, a whisper on her lips as her eyes continued to roll into the back of her head.

“Flower…”

With another groan, he slowed his thrusts to a stop, holding himself inside her for a few moments before pulling out. Sticky seed leaked out of her used cunt and her eyes widened at the sight of him, a ravenous look on his face.

His chest heaved, his eyes glued to her leaking entrance, before jolting them back to her with a shake of his head.

“Are you alright, my bride?”

Sofia took stock of her parts, even as her heart continued to race. She was sore, that was certain, but there was nothing worse than a dull ache of pain.

“Y-yes, I’m fine.Are you?”

Braax dropped down next to her, the bed creaking under his weight.

“I am. I apologize if I frightened you again.” He glanced sidelong at her, but shifted his eyes back to the ceiling. “I was a bit overeager.”

She pushed herself up onto her elbow, quirking a brow.

“A bit?”

Her new husband… well, he certainly was something. Three orgasms in one go. That was new for her. At least new while she was enjoying a partner.

There was something erotic about the way he had used her, had forced her into more pleasure than she thought possible. She was a toy for him to play with as he saw fit; the thought threatening to stir her arousal once more.

Greyson had never been like that, very much in it for himself and himself only. Though perhaps the sex had gotten worse overtime because he was getting it from somewhere else. She focused back on her new husband, willing the dark thoughts away.

A fanged grin curled his mouth as he looked up at her.

“Very overeager. I did not intend to make you uncomfortable.”

Sofia placed a palm on his chest, which only widened his smile.

“You didn’t. I… enjoyed that. It was different from what I’m used to.”

A clawed hand brushed through her hair.

“What are you used to, sweet Sofia?”

With a laugh, she laid back down, cheeks flushed even more than before.

“Not all that, that’s for sure.”

Braax chuckled, then pulled her into his arms, planting a chaste kiss on the top of her head.

“If you are in any pain, you should be feeling better soon.”