by Kyle, Celia
She drew a slow and steady breath and reached for Drazan’s blade tied to his discarded belt. Her attention flickered between his face and her goal, wanting to make sure he didn’t suddenly decide she was a threat. No hint of concern marred his features. As if he could read her mind and knew her intentions, he stared at her with what she could only call sheer excitement. Anticipation and wanting warred their way across his features and she knew he had been long awaiting this day.
Sheri gripped his blade in one hand and reached for his still-firm mound with the other. The hardness beneath her palm twitched with her first touch and she took a moment to explore the scales that hid his cock from view. She focused on a thin line of near-translucent scales that appeared to form a seam of sorts—so thin and delicate she’d almost call it skin. She couldn’t see beyond the half-inch slit of flesh, but she was dying to explore what was hidden from her.
She thought it would be difficult to take a blade to Drazan—causing someone pain had never been her kink—but as she got closer something primal took over. Some long-buried drive directed her movements and urged her to move on. She couldn’t explain it, but that didn’t suppress the push to do exactly as Drazan desired. Something inside her told her she had to slice Drazan—release his zokir so they could mate—and that she’d always been meant to perform this act. It was Sheri’s destiny to peel Drazan open and expose his alien cock to the world.
She slipped the tip of the blade gently into his thin skin and dragged it downward, the flesh parting beneath the sharpened metal. The pressure of Drazan’s hard cock urged the cut to open, to bare his sex to her gaze. His length forced its way through the cut, drawing her attention from the wound she’d caused to his obvious, unflagging need for her.
A low hiss escaped Drazan and Sheri’s attention shot to his face, exploring his gaze for any hint that he was in a lot of pain, but all she found there was unbending want.
For her.
“My kode…” He took the blade from her hand and she released it without hesitation. What she wanted no longer involved weapons. Now she wanted nothing but pleasure.
Her stare wandered south once more—to this alien cock that looked so different from a human’s yet at the same time similar. Scales covered his length but they didn’t appear smooth. They looked almost ridged and veined, bumpy in texture instead of the soft skin of a human male. The tip had a slight mushroom shape with curled fronds that danced along the edge. And he was so… large. Larger than any of the men she’d been with in the past. Large enough to stretch her to the point of pain that she was sure would end up causing the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced.
A greater pleasure than when he had his mouth on her pussy.
Thinking of Drazan’s tongue and the way he’d pleased her made Sheri wonder what it would be like to return the favor. But not just because she wanted to give him what he’d given her. No, she wanted to taste him because… because she craved the feel of him—those scales and those curled fronds—on her tongue.
It wasn’t something she’d done often in the past. She’d never felt the urge to perform oral sex on her ex. It’d been a sort of labor of love… if her past relationship could be considered love.
But it was different with Drazan. She found herself obsessed with thoughts of how he must taste. She wanted him moaning under her touch this time, not the other way around. He’d proven he could bring her immense pleasure, but was she capable of giving the same?
Sheri wrapped her fingers around his shaft, starting with one hand and when she couldn’t encircle him entirely, adding the other hand. Drazan stiffened but didn’t protest her move. Good. Smart males let their women do what they wanted. She stroked him from the base, just shy of touching the newly torn flesh of his mating pouch, to a hint beneath the tip, not touching the curled fronds. She wasn’t sure about that odd, alien part of his cock just yet. The twirled strands reminded her of short octopus legs without clinging suckers along the edges.
She focused on his length, stroking up and down, cataloging his reactions to her touching and teasing. His hips jerked and twitched in time with her movements, soft sighs and the occasional moan bursting past his firm lips.
Still the head of his dick teased her and urged her to lean forward and taste him. He was just so alien. And so… Dammit, hadn’t Drazan put their differences aside and tasted her pussy? Brought her to orgasm with his mouth?
Sheri leaned forward and opened her mouth, tongue snaking out to lap at the rounded tip of his cock. She licked the bulbous head and then closed her eyes before exploring the twisted tentacles that formed a collar around the head of his dick. She licked one short length and then the next, waiting for some odd sensation to send her scurrying, but instead she found herself entranced by Drazan’s responses.
He barked out a sharp, high word too quickly to understand and then his claws found the back of her head, his fingers digging into her scalp. Not hard—he didn’t hurt her—but he was firm in his grip. His touch remained hard as she explored him and stroked the ridged scales of his length, the texture rough yet smooth and pliable beneath her palms. She followed the path of her hands to taste his length and smiled when she pulled more of those feral sounds from Drazan.
For every guttural groan and bark, her pussy clenched and spasmed, clit twitching and arousal burning inside her. She wanted him, craved him like no other, and couldn’t wait to feel his alien cock in her center.
She focused on giving him pleasure, taking pleasure in the act itself as she worked to arouse him further. She pulled out every trick she ever remembered, leaving no part of him unexplored. Her tongue traced his thick length and teased the curled tentacles that collared the tip. She suckled him, not sure whether the act gave him the most pleasure, but enjoying it herself just the same. She slurped his length, taking in as much of his shaft as she could before retreating to tease the tentacled tip again with her tongue.
Drazan responded by tightening his grip on her head and directing her movements. She followed his direction, sucking and teasing him wherever he demanded with his silent maneuverings. Even when she was the one giving pleasure, Drazan still retained a measure of control and that had her pussy tingling even more. She knew she was wet—near dripping—and she couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside her. How would the fronds feel against her inner walls? What about his ridged scales? What would it feel like to—
Drazan let out a loud growl before he spoke. “I must have you, my kode. I must take you for myself. I must bond you to me for all of our days.”
And there it was, his demand followed by her instinctual desire to give in. And yet doubts still plagued her. She was sure she couldn’t have his hatchlings but could this really bond her to Drazan for life? Was it as important and intimate as he believed it to be even though she was human?
Sheri might never make it off Atera—she knew that—but if she did, would she one day want to be with another man? Have kids of her own?
She shoved those thoughts aside and decided to simply take the pleasure she could find in Drazan’s alien arms. She slurped his cock one last time and pulled her mouth from him. He released the back of her head and she stared at the red prick in front of her—dripping with saliva and pointing right at her.
Drazan lowered to her side and urged her back until she lay flat in front of him. Her breath quickened in anticipation, her heart pounding roughly with a rapid beat. He draped his body over hers, his tentacled cock nudging the spot between her thighs, and she moaned with the first touch of his heated flesh. So strange yet so familiar. Her clit tingled and she ached for him like she’d never ached for another man.
“Do I enter you here, my kode? Between your thighs? In this place that tastes so delicious and feels like home?”
Sheri nodded but was otherwise speechless. He tipped his hips and nudged her with the flared, fronded tip of his cock. He found her entrance with ease, as if his dick was made to be inside her and knew exactly where to go to give them both pleasur
e.
The tip of his cock barely pushed at her entrance, stretching her wide for him, and she gasped at the sensations the very beginning of his possession caused. Drazan froze in an instant, his red-eyed gaze on her. “Have I hurt you, my kode?”
“No, no, you haven’t. Don’t stop.” She didn’t care if she was begging. Already, that mere hint of him caused her so much pleasure.
Drazan gave her a smile and pressed his hips forward once more.
There was a new tension within her walls as he pressed, but she had no fear of pain despite the fact that he was larger than any other man she’d been with in the past. She was only filled with excited anticipation.
Pleasure flooded her as he entered her inch by inch, pushing into her and leaving her gasping for air. She’d never been so full in her life. It was as if every pleasurable nerve that existed was being stroked by his cock. And those twisted, tentacle-like fronds were like mini-fingers, stroking, wiggling and teasing her inner walls with his every movement.
He entered her slowly, she assumed because he didn’t want to cause her pain and their bodies were unfamiliar to each other. But that caution only lasted so long. As soon as their hips met, his cock fully inside her and squeezed by her pussy, he seemed to lose his control. He turned into a feral animal, a beast that stared down at her naked body hungrily.
He pulled his cock nearly free of her pussy and then slammed back into her once more, pulling out and shoving his way back in with harsh force. Sheri screamed with pleasure as she dug her fingers into Drazan’s scaly arms, his protective scales not allowing her to cause him pain. Sheri took advantage of that fact and released her pent-up energy on him. She gripped him tightly as he drilled her waiting pussy.
He pounded in and out of her, his alien cock pummeling her human pussy with punishing thrusts and quick retreats. In and out he worked his length, the scales of his cock stroking her inner walls in such a delicious way and those tentacles… they caressed and teased her, rubbing her G-spot in just the right pattern to draw her pleasure even higher.
Drazan was not the only one who had turned into an animal. Sheri had found a primal part of herself. In the moment she was barely human, just a creature that craved satisfaction and would get it by any means necessary. Drazan’s alienness no longer concerned her. In truth, she found the differences sexy.
Her chest rose and fell with her heaving breaths and the motion drew Drazan’s gaze. He lowered his head and extended his forked tongue to her breasts. He flicked one nipple and then the other before capturing a breast between his scaled lips. He suckled her rabidly while a hand grabbed at her other breast, claws rolling over her nipple.
It was nearly more than Sheri could bear. The pleasure of his attentions, the way his cock pummeled her wet pussy, his mouth teased her nipple and his hand kneaded her breast… She was already so close to coming and she didn’t want to orgasm too soon. She wanted this deliciousness to last as long as possible.
But she didn’t have the willpower to ask him to stop. It all felt too good and she savored every second. The muscles in his arms rippled under his scaly skin as he grabbed her breast and she was in awe of his body, as different from hers as it may be. She was so much more attracted to Drazan than she ever had been with any human male. He gave her something no other could ever provide.
Just when Sheri thought she could not be stimulated any more, Drazan released her breast and slipped his hand between her thighs. He stroked her pussy, teasing it with his clawed fingers. She gasped and yelped when he discovered her clit and a satisfied smile split his mouth. He had found another way to pleasure her immensely and he rolled her clit between his fingers.
If the ecstasy hadn’t been too much before, it was now.
Now she screamed like a banshee. She wasn’t sure whether anyone heard her, but she didn’t care. Let others know she experienced the best sex of her life with Drazan.
The more she screamed the larger Drazan seemed to grow inside her. Truly. At first, Sheri thought she imagined the increased stretch, but now she was sure he became larger inside her. She wasn’t sure how, but she didn’t care. It merely intensified her bliss.
His cock pushed as deeply as he could and she moaned and jerked with his every thrust. Her breasts bounced in time with the meeting of their bodies. The slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, the sound of their lovemaking joined by her shrieks and whimpering cries. Sheri didn’t care that it was fierce and rough. She loved the power and control Drazan exerted over her.
“You are mine now, my kode,” he whispered in her ear. “When I release myself inside you, we are bound.”
Her next words leapt to her lips without thought. “Bond me to you!”
It was how she felt in that moment. No man had ever pleased her so well. She wanted him to release inside her—wanted his cum to fill her however that manifested with the alien. She needed his climax as much as she needed her own.
Though her own did seem to want to come first. She struggled and held off as long as she could but her release would wait no longer.
Her legs trembled first, the loss of control of her muscles overtaking her beginning at her toes and traveling upward. Her pussy clenched and milked Drazan’s punishing length, squeezing and releasing in an ever-increasing rhythm. Her clit throbbed in time with her center, sending shockwaves of bliss through her body. Wave after wave of ecstasy and joy consumed her, radiating from her pussy outward as she shook in Drazan’s hold.
She screamed as the pleasure overcame her, cunt squeezing Drazan’s thickening length until he released his own bellow. His yell would have scared her at any other time but now only proved to excite her even more.
Then she was filled with a strange heat, a warmth that suffused her pussy and coated her from inside out. She wasn’t sure what now leaked inside her, but she didn’t need to know. It was enough to know Drazan’s juices were now covering her insides. He had let himself inside her and it was the sexiest thing she had ever experienced.
He didn’t roll from her right away, which surprised Sheri. She compared it to her experiences with human men when they would pull away as soon as they were done. Her ex always turned into a useless lump before passing out, often not even checking to see if he’d fully pleasured her first. Sheri had a feeling that would never be an issue with Drazan. He wasn’t nearly so selfish.
And just like that, she found herself fantasizing about the next time they’d come together. Would there be a next time? Yes, she hoped so. She hoped she’d get to experience this ecstasy many times over. She loved it so much that before he even pulled free of her body, she imagined being possessed by him again.
She soon saw why Drazan had not pulled out at once. Just as he had grown inside her, he now gradually shrank in size, not moving until he was entirely soft.
It was an odd sensation, not only because he was inside her after an orgasm. It was more than that. The moment was simply deeply intimate. The way he stared at her sent a chill down her spine, the intensity scaring her even as it drew her in. He stroked her face gently but remained silent. She swallowed and breathed a little heavier, worry causing her heartrate to increase until he finally withdrew and lay beside her.
“Now we are bonded, my kode. You are mine for all of your days as you were always meant to be.”
That was something Sheri still had doubts about, but she remained quiet for now. She obviously didn’t believe in the goddess like Drazan so she wasn’t consumed by the idea that there was a master plan to all of this. Her ship crashed, nothing more and nothing less.
Still, she couldn’t deny that something felt different when she looked at him now. She felt closer to him, more comfortable, but she doubted that was because they were bonded. Surely, that could be attributed more to the amazing sex they had shared. That was what sex did for humans—it created intimacy. That’s all this was, a wave of post-coital intimacy.
At least, that was what she told herself.
“Come close, my kode. Lie wit
h me.” Drazan motioned for her to lie on his arm.
For a moment, she considered refusing. He would certainly let her deny him. He had made it clear so many times that he only wanted her to be comfortable, and the idea of curling up next to him wasn’t the most comfortable. To be naked and vulnerable with someone else while cuddling… It was a lot. It felt like an even bigger boundary than sex had been.
But she felt as though she wanted to cross that boundary.
It had been so long since she’d let herself be vulnerable with anyone, and the recent days had been so hard. There was nothing easy about crash landing on an alien planet and she’d been on guard since their arrival. Sheri wanted nothing more than to lie in Drazan’s arms and feel protected.
So she did. She curled herself into him, her head on his chest. She listened to the sounds of his heartbeat… If that was what the organ was called. Regardless, she heard a quick pitter patter in his chest and it reminded her that despite being so different, they were still so very similar.
He wrapped one of his large arms around her shoulder and leaned his head into hers. For the first time in a long time, Sheri felt truly relaxed. And, exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm, she quickly began to drift off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The next morning, Drazan awoke with his mate cuddled in his arms, her lush curves plastered against the hard planes of his body. So soft and delicate compared to his battle-hardened form. The tension and frustration that had plagued him from the moment he first laid eyes on Sheri had finally left him, utter peace now consuming his every thought. He had claimed his kode, and now she was his—bonded to him by blood and tradition of his people. He knew humans did not follow such a practice—did not believe in the goddess—but they were now irrevocably tied together. Now he would do all in his power to tend her needs, keep her safe, and make her gloriously happy so she would give him the same devotion and affection he gave her.
