Forbidden Pleasure

Forbidden Pleasure
(Chapter Two)

Rating R - 18+
Warning - This chapter contains smut
Kinks - Marking, Breeding, Scratching, Size Kink, and Claiming -

-Scars Pov-

Scar makes it back to Earth quickly, nearly setting his ship ablaze as it cuts through Earth's atmosphere. There is one thing on his mind, which has him drooling at the mouth underneath his mask as he sets his ship in the direction of her city in New York. It takes him less than a minute to find her apartment building, cloaking himself before climbing up towards her broken window, moving the curtain aside, and climbing in. He quietly approached her bed, climbing on top of her, Her soft bed bending from his weight. He watches as she wakes up, and instead of fear or screaming, a gentle smile forms on her lips at the sight of him. "You're back." She says.

Scar felt his heart melt from her voice alone; he took her hand and placed it on his mask as he savored the look on her face. He did his best to translate what he wanted to say to her, his voice deep and gravelly as he spoke, "My mate, I want you, ooman." He could see the shock in her pretty face as she heard his words, a mixture of equal understanding and happiness washing over her. He let her tiny hands come up to his mask; he pulled the tubs that connected it to his face and pulled it off, revealing his face. Her pretty eyes filled with curiosity as she looked over his features, running her hands along his skin and mandibles, making him purr softly in response.

-Yn's Pov-

Yn wasn't disgusted by his face, no, not at all. Instead, she was intrigued by his unique features. His eyes were soft and gentle as he looked at her as if asking for acceptance. His skin was rough and scaly against her fingertips. His mandibles clicked when she ran her finger against them as if sensitive to touch. She smiled as she heard him purring from her small touches; she ran her hand down to his chest where his armor wasn't covering it. Hearing him growl in response made the sweet smell of her arousal fill his senses once more. Suddenly, her hands pinned above her head with ease, with only one of his hands holding her wrists. He loomed over her as he spread her legs so he was in between her thighs, a desperate look in his eyes as if asking for permission to continue. She nodded in response, her arousal filling the room and obviously overwhelming him.

-Scars pov-

He leaned down to the crook of her neck, letting his sharp mandibles pinch her skin; slowly, he punctured her soft skin, warm blood covering his mouth and her collarbone.
Hearing her sweet voice moan out from the pain nearly drove him insane as he leaned back to see the look on her pretty face. It was worth the wait; she looked spent, with pretty tears falling down her cheeks and her chest heaving. He could smell how much more her arousal grew just from that one bite, and that made him curious. Did his human like being hurt? He thought to himself.
He released her wrists and gently lifted her from her waist up to his mouth. Her teary eyes looked up at him as he tore off her panties with his mandibles. He growled lowly at the sight of her dripping cunt, the source of that sweet smell of arousal that had him make such a drastic choice and return to her just for a taste of her. He dragged his long tongue along the folds of her cunt, nearly shuddering in pleasure at the taste, feeling her legs squirm in his hand as he held them. He pushed his tongue inside, seeing her head fly back against the pillows, and her sweet moans filled the room. Bringing his hand up to her clit as he held her in place with his other hand, circling her sensitive button as he tasted her sweet cunt with his tongue. He could feel her tighten around his tongue, and that's when he turned up the pace, wanting to feel her come undone in his mouth.

-Yn's Pov-

She could feel her orgasm building in her lower stomach as he played with her sensitive walls with his tongue and his rough thumb attacking her clit. Her vision went white as she came hard on his tongue, her legs shaking in his grip as her orgasm ripped through her like a very pleasureful knife. She could feel him licking up her juices from her sensitive cunt, purring against her thigh in approval. His gravelly voice saying softly, "Beautiful," as he laid her back on the bed. She heard some rustling and looked and saw him undoing his armor and clothes, and that's when her jaw dropped at the sight of him; how was he going to fit inside of her!? She thought as he crawled back between her thighs, aligning himself up with her soaked cunt. She looked at him with a look in her eye and asked him to "Be gentle, please." She saw him nod as he leaned down on top of her, his dreadlocks tickling her cheek as he slowly pushed in, her tight walls hugging his length like a vise as the stinging sensation was calmed by him rubbing her clit gently. He whispered next to her ear, "Relax, my mate." Soothing her pain and easing her into it.

-Scar's Pov-

Feeling her tight sex around him was pure bliss; how could he have gone back to his klan when she was here, willing and wanting? She was so needy and desperate for him to shove himself deep inside her and claim her for himself; her soft moans and cries sounded perfect as he started to move his hips. Feeling her nails digging into her back nearly made him rut into her, but he controlled himself because, after all, he didn't want to hurt her unless she asked for him too. She asked for his bite once again or his claws; whatever she wanted, he would make sure she had it. He heard her request for him to "go faster," to which he happily obliged, snapping his hips against her in a way she was screaming out for him. Leaning next to her ear, he whispered his name to her, "Scar, Call me Scar." Soon after, she was moaning his name, and hearing his name fall from her lips made him quicken his pace, feeling her tighten around him once again and making his cock throb against her tight walls. He felt his body shudder from her coming undone on him once again and finally sending him over the edge and rutting inside her tight hole till she was filled with him and nothing but him, marking her inside and out. She was his, and he was hers; finally, he had her to call his own. Scar held her tightly to him as she quickly fell asleep; he covered up with her blanket and snuggled close to her, filling his chest with pride as he eyed his mark on her pretty neck. Soon, he fell asleep, willing to deal with the consequences of his actions later because he had made his decision, that being her.

She was his, and he was hers.