This was wrong.

Tempest knew what she was doing was wrong.

She’d spent her whole life trying to stay away from situations like this. Trying to stay away from the lust that everyone around her seemed to fall victim to.

One kiss from Dron was all it took for her to forget all the promises that she’d made to herself.

The only saving grace she was giving her was the fact that she promised not to have sex before marriage. Technically, she and Dron were married so she wasn’t really going against her word.

It was a flimsy excuse but it was all she had to hold onto at this moment.

That and the extra large primary sex organ of the gorgeous man laying on top of her.

Tempest whined and whimpered as Dron expertly kissed and licked up every inch of her accessible skin.

This whole ordeal started simply with her trying to teach him how to kiss. Trying to explore that level of connection with him. She didn’t expect to feel so overcome with need.

She’d tried to do something like this with Sam a few times. He didn’t even want to attempt to do just the tip as he said that he wouldn’t be able to control himself and that it wasn’t fair of her to put what he so desperately wanted right there in his face and not let him have her.

So instead most of their most heated nights involved her being naked and him with his underwear on while she dry humped and sucked him off.

With Dron it seemed to be the exact opposite. She’d yet to even get a chance to bring him any pleasure. He went from being the student to the teacher in record time.

Her entire body shivered with desire. She moaned and gasped as he suckled on her neck. All the while she kept a firm grip on his shaft. He was hard as a rock and bigger than anything she’d ever seen, even in the naughty movies she snuck to watch when she knew Sam wouldn’t catch her. Just because she wasn’t having sex didn’t mean that she wasn’t interested in the process of it.

"It’s true, it’s always been true." Dron moaned and whispered roughly in her ear." She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"What? What’s been true?" She questioned, her breath still coming in quick pants.

"You’re my greatest temptation. I’ve never felt anything like this." Dron smirked at her and she was done for. It took all of her will power, every last drop, to just throw her hands up and tell her to take her completely.

She wanted to know what it felt like to have him completely dominate her.

His hips moved slowly and with every soft thrust Tempest’s nerves tightened more and more. He wasn’t even truly inside of her. His cock was barely kissing her slit.

She wanted more.

"You okay?" She questioned praying that he said that he was.

"I’m perfect." He rolled his head. The veins straining on either side of his neck.

"Can you handle a little more?" Tempest questioned.

Dron’s eyes widened and she watched him gulp hard. "More? I thought..." he shook his head abandoning his line of questions, "Yes, I can do more. Tell me. Show me. I’ll do whatever you want me to do." The words flew out of his mouth in a flurry.

If she wasn’t already out of her mind with need she’d have laughed at how endearing it was.

"Maybe just a little more." Tempest slid her hand down his shaft a little allowing there to be more of him to enter him.

The crown of his cock was wide but not much different than a human males genitals.

She squirmed as she felt him slowly start to push inside of her. There was an intense burn as she was stretched.

"Tempest!" Dron barked, his entire body was tense. He was holding on by a thread. He was holding on for her. "You’re so tight. So warm. Perfection."

"You won’t fit. Even just the very tip of you won’t fit. I want it so bad." She whined.

"I can. I’ll give you exactly what you want. Just tell me how to please you."

"Slower." Tempest muttered as her body finally started to relax.

"Yes my temptation. Anything." His body continued to shake with tension above him but he did what she asked. He slowed down his hips to nearly unmoving.

Tempest felt his strong shaft moving back and forth.

She could hear the wet sounds of her arousal coating her lips and him. The sloppy sounds turned her on when she knew she should be embarrassed. She’d never been this wet in her life. Not when she first learned how to masturbate or when Sam first touched her. Never.

She knew what they were doing was wrong, but nothing had ever felt so good.

"Tempest, your body was made for me. You flower and bloom for me. The air you breathe strengthens me. I don’t deserve a goddess like you. I beg you... let me please you." Dron whispered in that gruff voice. Deeper than his regular speaking voice, rough enough that every syllable caressed her skin and made her shiver even more.

"Dron dropped his lips back to hers, assaulting her with a kiss so deep that she felt as if every last molecule of air was sapped from her lungs. She was absolutely spinning. Her mind blank with nothing more than the need to feel more of him.

She would get over her lack of willpower another time. Right now, she wanted it all.

She opened her mouth to tell Dron just that, but before she could, he roared and dropped his face to her neck. He continued to breathe hard.

She’d heard something like that deep roar before. From Sam, when he’d come after she would give him a hand job or after an invigorating round of dry humping.

"Have you finished?" Tempest asked, slightly disappointed.

"Finished? Not in the least, my Temptation. Just trying to summon more control. You’re driving me crazy. In the best way possible."

Before she could respond, he started moving again, and true to his word he was still hard as a rock and keeping to his word of going slow.

His restraint pushed Tempest over the edge. He wasn’t rushing to his own end. He was doing this simply for her. Her body jerked and her hands moved from there position between her legs. She grabbed hold of the couch, and her back bowed hard.

"Oh god... Dron...." She whimpered and whined in a high pitch. "I’m going to...going to..." She’d never felt an orgasm like this. Never in all of her life had it ever felt as if her entire body was coming apart atom by atom.

"Tempest... yes! By the moon gods, yes! Show me your release. Please, mark me." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

She couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. It didn’t matter, she was too far gone.

All sense of gravity evaporated, and it felt like she was flying through heaven. Flying for so long with the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt coursing through her body. She flew until all at once she was falling, plummeting back to earth.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw the most beautiful sight she’d ever laid eyes on. Dron was still moving at a snail’s pace, but he was smiling down at her. Staring at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

She’d never felt so loved in her life.

"I could watch you do that for my entire existence." He leaned forward again and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

"What about you? You need to...come to. Let me help you." Tempest tried to push him off so she could get him even close to what she was feeling. Her arms had no force behind them. In fact, all of her limbs felt as if they were jello.

"No, you can’t. It’s not possible. Please, just let me feel this. This is what I want. What I need." Dron kissed down her neck again.

The comment sliced at her.

What did he mean by that? Was it that he truly didn’t want her as much as she wanted him? Was she that undesirable that he didn’t even want to finish with her?

She turned her head, doing her best not to let his words pull her too far out of the moment.

It was too late. It was all she could think about now.

The sharp sting of rejection grew like the cloud of a nuclear bomb deep in her gut.

Tempest turned her head to the side and looked off toward the large windows that lined the room.

She blinked a few times. She couldn’t be seeing what she thought she was seeing.

Outside were the normal trees and plants that she was already used to seeing, but there was something else.

Something else watching them.

She focused harder, praying that she was just hallucinating from all the hormones coursing through her.

When the object moved and several others joined it Tempest knew she wasn’t hallucinating.

They were being watched. Not by something but by someone.