Teasing Tilly by Kaitlyn O'Connor Page B

he abruptly shifted downward to discover why it was that Kane seemed almost to prefer to sample her flesh with his mouth.
    Her soft moans aroused him as he sucked at her clit.  Her taste excited him.  Before he quite knew what he was about, he was lathing and sucking at her flesh with a feverish intensity to rival Kane’s and she’d begun to quake and cry out.  That inspired him to pull and suck harder still until she was screaming and still he could not seem to get enough.
    Eventually, he realized that he had to imbed his flesh deeply inside of her to satisfy his craving and he left off sucking at her nether lips and moved over her, staring down at her rapturous expression for several moments before he lowered himself and fitted his mouth to hers as he had before.
    Mistake, he thought, but he could not resist.  He explored her mouth as he had her sex until he could no longer contain his eagerness and then he surged over her, pressed his flesh to hers and relished the slow engulfing of his flesh by hers as he pushed relentlessly against the resistance. 
    He was near to bursting by the time he’d entered her fully—had driven as deeply inside of her as her tiny body would allow—and then he withdrew slowly, struggling against the urge to pound into her frantically so that he could prolong the experience.
    He lost the battle, began to move faster, to thrust harder, chasing the rapture that seemed just out of his reach and then capturing it explosively, feeling a surge of triumph that almost surpassed the bliss of expending himself.
    He rested a few moments, until he had caught his breath, and then he pulled his fore-cock free of her body and shoved his posterior cock into her.  That time, since he had taken the edge off of his desire, he was able to thrust into her until she came once more and he could enjoy the feel of her sex massaging his and bringing him to another violent eruption.
    Chapter Fifteen
    Tilly was beginning to conclude that nothing she thought she had learned and understood to be facts where the alien giants were concerned actually was true.
    She didn’t recognize any of the women in the lounge.  Not that she’d really gotten to know any of the women who’d been taken when she had—or at least that she knew had been taken at the same time.  But she’d certainly seen them enough to recognize the faces of most of them.
    In any case, she knew positively that they had been sold on the auction block just as she had.
    Of course, they had stolen her back and could just as easily have done the same with the others, but there was still the faces ….
    So had these women she didn’t recognize been taken at the same time, she wondered?  Or was it possible the ship could travel much faster than she’d realized?
    Maybe they’d taken the long, slow route to the planet where they’d been sold so that they would have time to train them to their new status?
    She was thinking that must have been the case. 
    Of course, the women had no idea how long they’d been in the ship—there were no clocks to tell them, no sunrises or sunsets.  Only the meals they were fed—and they had no idea whether they were fed once a day or twice or three times.
    Then there was the fact that she knew positively that she’d been kept in status for prolonged periods.  These women might have been collected at the same time and kept that way until the men were ready to ‘train’ them.
    She was unhappily aware, though, that the aliens might actually have returned to Earth to collect more—that she might well have been close to home and she hadn’t even caught so much as a glimpse.
    It made her unhappy to think so.
    And unfortunately, she’d had little in the way of distraction since the aliens had stolen her back from the cat-man. 
    Either they just had their hands full ‘training’ the new group or they’d tired of her. 
    Days passed when not even one of them came into her cell to screw her.
    She thought she would