by Alyx X
"There's so many!" I whisper-gasped, stepping as close as I dared to the glass. I wasn’t sure if it would break and send me spiraling out into space. The black world was completely speckled in pinpricks of light, and far below us, getting smaller and smaller, was a brown and grey sphere, surrounded by rings of rubble.
"Is that Earth?" My heart cracked slightly, but I ignored it.
"It is," Fey answered, coming up to stand next to me. He was clean and scrubbed and shirtless, and I briefly wondered how he’d gotten in. Maybe I wouldn’t be allowed as much privacy as I thought. Not that I wasn’t accustomed to little privacy. "You'll never have to go back to that dead rock." His words were a gentle promise.
I turned, "I didn’t realize it was so bad... They told us stories of what Earth used to be like... with green and water… but..." seeing it from this angle it didn’t seem possible that the place had ever been alive.
"Wait until we show you everything in this universe. Green like you have never seen before..." Fey nodded, his lips pulling up in a smile. I could only smile back. I had no idea what he meant, but standing there, before all of those stars, was making me feel like anything was possible.
"I can show you things you've never seen before," He whispered, arm snaking around my bare waist as he pulled me into him, into the bulge that was already growing—and twitching—against me.
Even though I worked in a brothel, and was well-accustomed to men pressing their dicks against me, this sent a little thrill through my body, straight to my core. Warmth and wetness pooled there and I turned my face up to look at the golden man. He was nearly a foot taller than me, and a little shiver of pleasure shocked my heart. Apparently, I liked them big.
His equally mesmerizing golden eyes stared into my own and my heart rate picked up. Was that his strange power again? Maybe they couldn’t turn it off fully. Or, my heart whispered, maybe he’s just very aroused right now. Fuck.
I knew what he wanted, and I was ashamed to admit I badly wanted it too. Except, wasn’t I supposed to wait? Wait for… something. Yes, I was definitely supposed to wait until I was ready for this.
Fey leaned in to take a deep inhale of the soft skin of my neck, his strong arm pulling me somehow closer to his chest. It did not escape my notice that I was fully naked, he was half naked, and most of our skin was now pressed together.
Okay well, maybe I was ready. “So, you thought you’d pop down to Earth and purchase yourself a human?” I was distracting him, buying myself time.
“No. Not just any human, this human.” His voice had dropped an octave, all chocolate and seduction now. Listening to the smooth sound of that voice, another thing popped into my mind.
“How is it that you can speak English?” The question was random, cutting through the pure sex that Fey was oozing, but I couldn’t help myself.
Fey seemed equally surprised, but there was only a slight stutter in the waves of his power before it resumed its full strength. He ran a finger down my cheek, leaving a trail of fire behind. “English? Why, we Coxians take great care to learn the languages of all the planets. It’s something that comes easy to us, understanding other’s tongues. English is very rudimentary, but we are happy to use it with you.”
Huh. I tucked that knowledge away for later, reminding myself to have him speak his home language to me at some point. I could only imagine it was pure romance and seduction, something I definitely didn’t need more of right now. Unsure where to take the conversation next, I looked up into his captivating eyes again, trying to refocus.
“Well, now that you know I’m not for sale, what’s your next move?” Truly, I was trapped here. It’s not like I could skip back down to Smog City and resume my life as a stripper. Not to mention the fact that Natalia was a fucking bitch who didn’t deserve the many years of hard work I’d given her.
Anger coiled in my gut at the thought of her betrayal, but Fey distracted me by running his nose from my collar bone to my jawline. He placed a very gentle kiss behind my ear and that strange potent power washed over me even more. Arousal.
“My next move? Well, I’d like to finally taste you, if you’ll let me. From the moment I laid eyes on you in that club, I knew you were mine. Knew you were meant to be my first.”
“First?” I was surprised. Someone with his power, the power to seduce literally anyone he wanted at the drop of a hat, should have had sex many times already, right? Hundreds, even.
Fey laughed. “No, not first time fucking. You were meant to be my first partner. First wife. First of my harem.”
I froze in his arms, the impact of his words rendering me motionless for a few heartbeats. Harem? Again, I was no stranger to large groups of sexual encounters, but how did I feel about sharing this man with other women? I nearly laughed.
Fey wasn’t even mine to begin with, so why was I bothered by sharing him? Seeming to sense my discomfort, Fey gently pulled me over to the large bed in the center of the room. The massive thing could have fit five people comfortably, and I swallowed as I now understood why.
“Kylie?” I held up my hand to him as I sank onto the impossibly soft mattress. Gods, this is what I was meant to sleep on? How had I ever slept on that pitiful little bed back at the Scarlet Feather? Sinking into the comfort of the giant, squishy mattress, I didn’t respond, I fell backward until I was stretched languidly on the bed in front of Fey.
His eyes dilated as I stretched before him, and felt a fresh surge of the lust crash over me. I twitched in its wake, but smiled at the golden man. “I think I’m okay with that. Though, I’m not exactly yours to do with as you please.”
Fey smiled brightly, stretching out his glorious body next to me on the soft sheets. “You know, Myro thinks differently than I do. Our people, Coxians, we’re all meant to search the stars until we find our harem, our wives. Myro seems to believe that there’s only one woman out there for him. One mate.”
I quirked my eyebrow up at him, finally wondering at his brother’s absence. I didn’t know either of them well at all, but I’d gotten the impression that Myro was a little more cautious than Fey. Fey had taken the first opportunity to get me alone—not that I was complaining—while Myro was probably trying to give me some space.
“Oh? And how do you feel about that?” It was my turn to tease him, and I ran a finger up his arm. Goosebumps rose up beneath my finger, proof of how easily I affected him.
Fey ran one massive hand from my knee up to my hip, and I shivered beneath his warmth. Not raising his eyes to meet mine, he whispered, “I might be beginning to understand what he means.”
I sat up at that, ignoring the waves of lust and heat and desire that he was sending me. I saw his cock twitch—fully hard—beneath his pants, and felt saliva gather in my mouth. I wanted to pull him into my mouth, wanted to know what that golden skin tasted like.
“You are? Why?” I was curious. I knew that both he and Myro desperately wanted me. I mean, Fey had come to purchase me after all, and Myro seemed over protective, but I couldn’t understand what he meant. If what he said was true—that they were meant to find their harems—I didn’t know why he would change his mind.
“Because of you.” Fey looked up at me with something akin to shyness, and my heart rate again responded. He was so stunning to look at with that sun-kissed hair and sharp jawline. He didn’t know it, but I’d been as mesmerized by him as he had been by me. I didn’t care to tell him that.
“Go on.” I prompted.
“I’m not sure why you are different, but I feel drawn to you. As if you are the only person in this Mooridian universe who matters. As if I need no one besides you to fulfill me.”
“Mooridian?” I’d never heard the word.
“It is our god, of sorts. The being or entity that watches over all the creatures of the universe. She determines our fates and how they should intertwine.” Despite the topic of our conversation, I noted that the intensity of his desire had not waned in the slightest. As I realized this, our eyes met and he ra
n that same hand from my hip up to my rib cage. Just below my breast.
My breath caught, and I was unable to stop myself. I leaned forward the small distance between us and pressed my mouth to his.
It was like all of that power he’d been sending my way converged in the space where our lips met. Our bodies reacted in the only way we could: we exploded.
Before I knew what was happening, Fey was deepening the kiss, yanking my body on top of his, and plunging his hands into my hair. My reaction was no different. I dipped my tongue into his mouth and he captured it with teeth and tongue, toying with me as his hands moved from my hair to my ass.
He squeezed my ass and a deep groan escaped his throat. His erection prodded me between my legs and I tried not to notice the wetness that was practically dripping from me. Holy fuck did I want this man inside of me, but I was too lost in the moment to tell him. He needed no instruction though, and easily flipped me so he was now the one on top, gazing down at me with liquid gold yes.
“Kylie…” He muttered, seeming addled by our kiss. I didn’t let him finish, merely yanking him down until our mouths were melded once again. His power seemed to suffuse the air around us like a potent perfume, and it again became difficult to focus.
I’d never kissed anyone. Ever. When you were a bodyguard stripper, meant only to be hidden in the background like a delicate work of art, you tended not to touch the patrons. I’d never had the chance to develop feelings for any man, which meant that no one had ever tried to kiss me. Well, other than the creeps such as the ambassador.
This was everything I’d ever imagined, but multiplied by a million. How lucky was I that my first kiss—soon to be first fuck if his power was any indication of where the night was headed—would be with a golden, alien sex god? I’d always hated the alien scum that came through the Scarlet Feather, looking for their next quick fuck, but somehow this man was different. I deepened the kiss and Fey groaned again, running his hands over every inch of my body.
Then, he broke the kiss with a whimper from me and gave me a heartbreaking smile and moved his mouth to my left breast. Again, this was an entirely new sensation for me. Fey pulled my nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, massaging the other breast with his hand. I gasped, letting myself get lost in the sensations of this glorious man as he pleasured me with hand and mouth. He pulled on the nipple, running his thumb over the other, eliciting strange noises from me that I didn’t know I could make.
He sucked, nipped, and swirled his tongue over the peak. I writhed beneath him until Fey pulled away to meet my gaze. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Same. But again, wasn’t going to say that. Not noticing how he’d practically lit my body on fire, Fey kissed down my belly until he was poised between my thighs.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew what happened next, and my heart beat loudly in my ears. Fey wasted no time plunging between my lips, his tongue sweeping over every inch of my pussy while his hands reached up to continue their work on my breasts. I cried out at the intense pleasure of his mouth on me, and tangled my fingers in his hair.
Needing more space, Fey moved his hands down to my ass, then removed his face from my pussy and lifted me up and back. I squealed in delight, but let him do as he pleased. He wouldn’t hurt me. Once I was settled more firmly in the middle of the giant bed, Fey returned to his work.
“You taste exactly as good as I imagined you would. So delicious, so enticing. You’re like the Hervartian drug of my home planet, irresistible and all-consuming.” His words were poetic, but all I wanted him to do was get back down there. I’d only started having sex and I thought I’d never want to stop.
Sensing my desires—probably with that ludicrous power of his—he gave me a sexy as fuck grin and did exactly as I wanted. I gasped and moaned and pulled on his hair, but he never stopped. His hands stayed on my ass where they massaged and squeezed and wrung even more pleasure out of me than I thought possible.
A pressure built throughout my body. It came in tingling waves, demanding my attention and beginning to gather in the spot beneath Fey’s dexterous tongue. I panted, pulling on his hair, probably painfully, but he didn’t complain. “Fey, don’t stop. Oh fuck, please don’t stop.”
He didn’t, and I raced toward my first orgasm that I hadn’t given myself. When it crashed over me, my cries growing louder and more desperate, I knew I’d never be able to pleasure myself as good as this one golden alien could. As I twitched and writhed before him on the bed, Fey moaned as well, lapping at the proof of his success.
As I calmed, my brain feeling like it was short-circuiting, Fey rose to crash his mouth back to mine. I opened for him, tasting my own juice on his lips, and wrapped my arms around his broad back.
“Now it’s my turn.” He said thickly. I wasn’t opposed to this. I’d already decided I wanted him to mouth-fuck me, so I was ready. However, Fey moved himself off of me, and scooted away.
“Hey! Come back here!” Fey chuckled and ignored me, then moved his hands to undo his pants. My eyes locked on those hands, watching as he slowly, tantalizingly removed the pants. His cock sprang forward, pointing directly at my stomach, and I drooled a little as I took it in. I’d known that Myro was sufficiently large from the video footage from the Scarlet Feather, but Fey underestimated himself.
He was still huge. And now he was gazing at me as if I was the first meal he’d had in weeks. Fresh desire washed over me for maybe the millionth time, and I let myself drown in his power. I’d resisted it long enough; it was time to experience that power while he fucked me.
“Come here.” Is all I said.
“Gladly.” He laughed, then positioned himself over me once again. I’d thought when he said ‘his turn’ that he wanted me to blow him, but he seemed to have another plan. His mouth met mine, gently this time, as he slowly pushed himself between my legs. It was uncomfortable at first, the stretching, but he was gentle.
“I cannot believe that you have never been taken by a man. You were already so perfect to me, but this makes you even more desirable. You’re stunning, Kylie.”
All I could do was moan as he pushed deeper. Deeper. Then, with a final thrust of his hips, he was fully sheathed in me. I gasped for breath, feeling so full for the first time. Unable to stop myself, I worked my own hips, letting him settle inside of me.
The feel of that delicious cock as it rubbed all the right spots was nearly overwhelming, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to focus my attention. He kissed me again, then began working his hips.
He understood the need for caution, and didn’t begin thrusting as I knew he craved to, instead slowly fucking me while I adjusted. I could tell it was a struggle for him to not pound into me with all of his strength, and I appreciated how kind he was being. I pulled away briefly to see the strain in his face, but I could also see that he was equally overcome.
It all felt incredible, even around the small amount of pain that still lingered. Returning to our kiss, my tongue danced with his in time to the movement of our hips. Then, Fey couldn’t control himself. His power grew in intensity, pulling a loud cry from me, and he began fucking me with vigor.
I rocked with him, scratching my nails down his back. He didn’t complain, just pulled me closer with his sculpted arms and pounded into me again and again.
“Fuck. Kylie, Kylie, Kylie.” He emphasized each of the repetitions of my name with a powerful thrust and my orgasm came on with the force of a freight train. I gasped and moaned and cried out, but these noises only spurred him faster.
He thrust into me with so much precision, my G-spot lighting on fire like the rest of me, that I could only hold on for the ride. After a few moments, my orgasm demanded my attention and I froze beneath him, my toes curling and my mouth dropping open in surprise.
This orgasm was more intense than the first, more pointed. His cock swelled inside of me and I let the sensations explode all around me. As I came, hard and fast, Fey also cried out. His orgasm crashed into him with the same in
tensity as mine apparently, and we were both left gasping and panting and gripping each other painfully.
After a few moments lost in complete and utter bliss, we slowly started to come down. Fey relaxed his hold on my waist, and lowered me fully to the bed beneath us. I closed my eyes, sighing as my body seemed to go limp, and I could feel Fey’s gaze on my face.
“That was… incredible. Better than I can even explain with normal words. Kylie, you… are so much more than I thought you’d be.” I didn’t bother to open my eyes, I smiled and relaxed as he held me. He didn’t immediately pull out as I thought he might, just adjusted our bodies until we were lying next to each other but still entwined.
He stroked my hair, my face, my body, caressing me like a delicate object. That, combined with the exhaustion I felt, was causing me to drift off. I didn’t know how you were supposed to behave after sex; if you were supposed to stay and talk, or clean up, or leave. All I knew was that I was riding a high I’d never felt before, wrapped in the arms of a golden-skinned sex god, in space.
What a fucking trip. Ah well, I could think through everything later. For now, I wanted to sleep. The last thing I heard before I drifted off was my own name, whispered on the lips of the man who had changed my life irrevocably.
11
Fey
It was the throbbing of my cock that woke me up. It pulsed alongside my heart’s beats, twitching as it attempted to seek out Kylie's warmth. To make her writhe and scream again.
Damn. She was better than I had thought. I would never tire of her. She had, however, tired of me. She barely let out more than a moan as I reached for her, pulling her into me. Who knew that humans slept so deeply?
"Sleep well, my Fashka," I whispered, kissing her on the sweet-smelling line where her hair met her neck. God, I could sink my teeth into her if I was that kind of creature. She smelled that good.
