by Luna Hunter
I find I get the strongest reaction from her when my tongue flicks against the little nub that sits above her folds. It satisfies me to see how she throws her head back and closes her eyes with a look of sheer pleasure on her face, to hear her breaths get shorter and shorter as her moans get louder and louder, to feel her fingers grip my horns and pull me down towards that pleasure button of hers.
“This is crazy,” she breathes. “I just met you, and now you’re…”
“Tasting your cunt,” I growl as I finish her sentence.
“That’s one way of putting it,” she says, her voice high, her chest rising with every short breath. “That tongue of yours is pure magic, Surlok.”
It seems my healing glands have a strong effect on her cunt as well. She is extremely wet — which is good. She will need to be properly lubricated for my cock to fit inside her.
My finger is enjoying her wetness and warmth, my claw retracted of course, while my tongue massages that little pleasure button of hers. Joan writhes in pleasure, chanting my name rhythmically, her breathing getting quicker by the second.
My healing glands are under my control, so I conjure up a strong batch to the tip of my tongue and slather it all over her wetness, concentrating most of my efforts on her sensitive nub.
Instantly the human female orgasms. “SURLOK!” she screams, her hips bucking as she rides my face hard.
Her trembles and moans continue for a straight minute. Joan tries to close her hips and push me away, but I’m having none of it. I enjoy her taste and her scent way too much to relent now.
I’m only getting started.
“Surlok, please, I beg you,” she says when she finds her voice. “I can’t take it anymore!”
Her words force me to pull back and lick my lips. Pride fills me as I gaze upon my work. Joan’s entire body is flushed, her hair’s a tangled mess, her body still writhing in the soft pile of leaves.
This is where I will claim my nera. I cannot stand to wait a moment longer.
I stand up and remove my lower armor.
“This is crazy,” she says. “Absolutely crazyohmygod!”
Joan is reduced to stammering as my hard, throbbing cock comes into view. Every vein is pronounced, every inch of me as ready as can be. I don’t remember ever being this hard, but then again, I’ve never had my nera splayed out in front of me so lewdly before.
Her mouth hangs open in shock as she stares at my greatness. I grip the base of my cock, my fingers touching the ridges as I wonder where I should start. Should I let her wrap that tongue of hers around my bulbous head? Or should I skip all that, and just sink my spear into that delicious cunt of hers? She is definitely ready for it.
Decisions, decisions.
Either way, I know my time on Earth is going to be spent well…
Chapter 6
JOAN
I’ve seen a lot of messed up stuff in my life. My dad taught me how to fight, and since he passed I’ve been fighting every raider group and gang I can find. I’ve dealt with the White Foxes. The Doomed Platoon fear my name. The Black Hounds know I hunt them. And I know very well what kind of slaughter these groups are capable of.
I thought I’d seen it all. I figured nothing could shock me.
I was wrong.
Oh boy, was I wrong.
The cock that this alien warrior has got dangling between his powerful, muscled legs defies all description. It boggles my mind. I’ve never seen something so big, so primal, so animalistic. It’s all throbbing veins and bulging ridges, a testament to raw power, a proof of his greatness.
My body is still processing the after shocks of my intense orgasm. I’m floating on a pink cloud, and that monster cock is throbbing so mesmerisingly a mere foot away, taking up all the possible space in my mind.
In the far reaches of my mind, my consciousness is trying to pull me back to reality. You don’t have time for this, it tells me. You have to rescue Faith, Eileen, Belinda. They are counting on you. And what are you doing instead? Drooling all over this dark gray demi-god? Snap the hell out of it, girl!
I tear my eyes away from his cock. The glistening pre-cum on that bulbous head is making my core throb with desire, and instead, I focus on his eyes.
I’d hoped that making eye contact would make it easier to focus. That it would help me get my thoughts back in a row.
Again, I was terribly wrong.
His steely gaze is focused on me, and me alone. It’s like he’s peering straight into my soul. His brow is furrowed, his face just as chiseled, just as perfect as the rest of his breathtaking, colossal body.
Damn it. I need a new strategy.
I close my eyes, only to find my attention is now focused on his musk. He’s got a strong scent, one I hadn’t noticed before because I was so preoccupied with the majestic sight in front of me. It’s strong but pleasant, manly, the type of scent that tickles your nostrils, that you just want to bury your face in and inhale.
“Surlok, stop,” I say, surprising even myself.
“Stop?” is the low, growled response.
I open my eyes and gasp. He’s standing right in front of me, his monster cock dangling mere inches from my face, his big hands wrapped around his equally big member, the colorful head glistening tantalizingly.
His throbbing and pulsing veins tell me he most certainly does not want to stop, but the warrior holds himself in check.
“You are my nera,” he growls in that throaty voice of his that makes my stomach flutter. “You are my mate.”
“I am most certainly none of those things,” I reply with a heavy breath. My cheeks are still warm, but I’m regaining my confidence. This man doesn’t rule over me, no matter how strong or gorgeous he is. “And we have to stop this madness at once. My friends have been taken, we should be tracking them down, not doing…” I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch a drop of his alien pre-cum slide down his length, following a tantalizing path that the most primal part me thinks would make a good route for my tongue as well. “… whatever this is.”
“Surlok will save friends — after he has claimed his nera!” The horned warrior says.
“Claimed? What do you—mmhhhohmygod!”
The alien thrusts his hips forwards as I’m talking, the head of his cock findings its way between my lips with the accuracy of a homing missile. The moment my tastebuds come into contact with his male juices, it’s like a switch has been flipped in my mind.
My primal instinct takes over.
His claw grabs a tight hold of my hair as he forces inch after inch of his alien cock down my throat, but in truth, I’m swallowing his spear willingly.
All my life I’ve had to be strong. I’ve had to lead. My dad taught me all he knew about being a soldier, and I taught my skills to any girl I could find. I had to inspire confidence, so I had to fake it ‘till I made it.
After all, why would anyone follow my command if I wasn’t absolutely sure of myself, and of a positive outcomes of the many battles to come?
And while I immensely enjoy watching shy, insecure girls blossom into strong, powerful women, my chosen life does come with a downside: I can never be vulnerable.
Not even with the girls I’m closest to, not even with Faith, Eileen or Belinda. Yes, I’m their besty, but they also look up to me — and I don’t want to give them more anxiety than necessary. I don’t want to burden them with my own doubts, my own fears, my own demons.
Now it seems I really have my own demon. An eight foot tall horned alien warrior made flesh, a perfect specimen, an indomitable warrior, whose ridged, thick cock is currently sliding in and out of my welcoming mouth, my lips straining to wrap around his thickness, my tongue swirling in circles around his bulbous head, as I savor every second of his throbbing warmth in my mouth, as his wonderful taste and strong musk make my body burn hotter than ever before.
I never thought I’d enjoy being in this position: Between the legs of a male, completely submissive, completely at his mercy.
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p; Then again, Surlok is no ordinary male. He’s superior in every single way.
And to my own surprise, I find serving him immensely rewarding. For once, for the first time in my life, I don’t have to call the shots, I don’t have to shoulder every burden, I don’t have to do a damn thing.
All I need to do is open my mouth and let this alien fuck me.
There’s nothing I could to stop him, even if I wanted to.
Which I don’t.
His groans turn to low, animalistic growls as my hands slide down his immense length. I love how hard and how big he is, how powerful every single thing about his body is.
My hand moves between his legs, where I’m astounded by the size of his sack. I don’t know what I expected — every thing about him is big — but definitely not this.
His fingers grab a tighter hold of my hair, his breathing getting more labored, as his cock seems to grow an extra inch in my mouth.
“Are you gonna cum?” I ask with my mouth full.
If Surlok’s pre-cum is already making my body burn brightly, I can only imagine what a mouthful of his alien seed will do to me.
I want to feel it fill my mouth. I want him to coat my tongue. I want to swallow him, to gulp his seed down.
The wantonness, the sheer lewdness of my own thoughts is making me even hotter. My free hand moves between my legs, and a few rubs of my fingertips is all it takes to set me off.
My legs tremble, the orgasm crashing over me in a powerful wave, my lips clamping down on his thick cock.
“My seed is for… your cunt, nera…” Surlok growls, but his voice is strained, and I can tell he’s holding back on me.
I can’t even imagine this thick rod spreading my pussy apart. That’s not something I’m ready for. I need to get him off, and fast.
“I want to taste you,” I say, looking up at him.
Our eyes meet, and with a low, hearty growl, he cums, his cock pulsing and throbbing, his seed flooding my mouth, my tastebuds exploding in pleasure, setting off another earth-shattering orgasm deep inside of me.
I try to swallow as much as I can, and it feels like whiskey sliding down my throat, in the best possible way — a warmth spreads to every fiber of my being, like I just tasted the nectar of the gods.
However, his massive sack produces too much seed, even for a mouth as hungry as mine. It spills out my lips, dripping down my lips and my chin onto my shirt.
Surlok staggers back, his body heaving up and down with every heavy breath, thick strands of his alien cum dripping down his length, and all I can do is stare in wonder as my common sense slowly but surely returns to me.
“That was… breathtaking.“
He runs his hand through his long dark hair and chuckles, his other hand slowly massaging his still-hard cock.
“You are special, nera,” he says with a satisfied grin. He rests his back against a tree and takes a few deep, heavy breaths.
I lick my lips to get another taste of him, a sense of pride making my chest swell.
That was absolutely crazy. As I gaze upon his dark gray beauty, I get the strange feeling that my fate is linked to his. The connection, the magnetic pull I feel is not something I can explain in any other way than fate.
However, as my post-orgasmic bliss fades away, the reality of my situation sinks back in, and a crushing guilt takes the place of all that pleasure.
My girls have been taken, and what am I doing? Romping in the flowerbeds with an alien.
I ought to be ashamed of myself.
Chapter 7
SURLOK
What have I done?
The feelings still coursing through my veins… I can only describe it as temporary insanity. I was completely overcome with a lust unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, a pure need. Every single fiber of my being was focused on the female, on her curves, her shapes, her mouth, her lips and her thighs and her cunt.
Fuck.
As I gaze upon her beauty, my two hearts still pounding like mad, I already feel the urge returning. If I don’t get a grip on my own desires, I will fuck her here until we both die from dehydration.
I tear my eyes away from my precious mate, and focus instead on the horizon. In the distance, this planet’s central star rises, coating the many trees with an orange glow. What a strange, alien world this is, so very different from Kysus.
My teleportation device has been damaged by those males, one of their bullets striking true. I have reached Earth, but my true goal of uniting all of my brothers feels more far away than ever. Perhaps if I had been stronger or faster, it wouldn’t have happened…
I grab the disc and run my fingers across the damaged metal. Luckily, the device is not completely broken. Given the proper equipment and a bit of luck, I could get it to work.
But where am I going to find the proper tools? There’s not a sign of civilization in sight. There’s wilderness, as far as the eye can see.
Although… those human males carried surprisingly strong weapons, for their small frames. Especially the one with the blue eyes. His bullets were strong enough to dent my armor, to irritate my skin. If he fired those at from point-blank range, it might even be possible for the human males to injure me. It seems my best bet is to follow their trail, and see where it leads me.
I turn back to my mate, who is now pulling her pants back up, her cunt disappearing from my view. It’s for the best, for there is much to be done. The proof of my love is still all over her shirt. I’ve never come that hard before, my very being condensed down into a powerful, majestic blast.
This human female is my nera. There’s no doubt in my mind about that, not anymore. There’s no other way I can explain my feelings. However, the intricacies of human language still escape me. She will need to talk to me, to give my translator the time to catch up.
“Speak,” I say.
“Excuse me?” Joan says, glancing up at me.
“Speak now,” I command her again.
She gives me a look. “We should be saving my friends, not sitting around talking!”
I nod towards her injured leg. My healing glands speed up the healing process, but it is not magic. She is no condition to walk at this moment. “You must rest. Now speak.”
She shakes her head. Her demeanor has changed significantly from when her tongue was circling the head of my cock, her cock teasing that little slit on top so expertly as if her mouth was made just for that purpose.
The human female must be hungry. Yes, that must be it. I see no extra pouches for fluids on her body, and the humps that she does possess do not seem to contain extra nutrients. Humans must eat often, at least once per day. I will provide her with a meal, and then she can tell me about her world.
“Stay,” I command.
“Will you stop treating me like a dog?!” she says, her hands resting on her hips. “Nobody talks to me like that, not even you, Surlok. I don’t follow orders. Period.”
I cock my head and assess her strength. Her ankle is still injured, and although my healing glands have alleviated most of her pain, she will still need to recover. Even if she tries to leave, she can not get far, and her scent is so strong that I can smell her from a mile away.
“Stay,” I repeat. “I bring food.”
With that I turn and leave, the human female sputtering complaints behind me. I return a short while later with a deer on my shoulders and find her exactly where I left her, scowling.
I skin the deer and prepare the meat, and soon the meat is roasting over a fire. She inches closer to the flames, her knees huddled up to her chest.
“Cold?” I ask. I wrap my arm around her shoulder, but she ducks away and escapes from my grasp.
“Leave me alone, you big brute,” she says.
“You are angry.”
“Correct! What are you, a genius?”
I nod. “Yes.”
She throws up her hands in frustration. “Of course you are. You can do everything, can’t you? Except save my friends!”
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nbsp; I hand her a piece of well-roasted deer meat, as fresh as can be.
“Eat,” I offer. “And talk. I will learn.”
Despite the scowl on her face, she accepts the meat and nibbles carefully on it. Color returns to her cheeks, and soon her smooth voice fills the air.
“I’m worried about Eileen, Faith and Belinda,” she says. “Those are my friends. You saw them, right?”
I nod.
“You showed up in the nick of time, because a few seconds later and Xane would have cut me throat. So… thank you for that, I guess. I owe my life to you.”
The thought of my nera being hurt fills me with rage, but I push it away and focus on listening to Joan talk.
“I know it’s not your fault my leg is hurt, but I’m just… angry. At myself. For getting my best friends in this mess, for losing to Xane again.” She looks up at the rising sun and sighs deeply. “And look at me. Now I’m rambling to an alien. How much of what I’m saying do you even understand?”
Every word. But I give her a noncommittal shrug to keep her talking.
“I never expected any of this to happen, to be honest. The way you make me feel is incredible. There're butterflies in my stomach, and they’re mixed with this crushing guilt, you know? My friends were abducted, I’m too injured to give chase, all I have now is… you.”
She gazes into the fire, her eyes filled with tears. I feel a deep urge to comfort her, but I struggle to find the words to correctly communicate my feelings to the female.
“I understand,” I say. “I too feel guilt. My planet is sick. My people, the Kaizon, looked to me. I… failed.”
“So you really are from a different planet?”
“Yes. Kysus.”
“What’s it like?”
I search my feelings. I try to recall the good times, but my thoughts turn to Febakur, who is missing because of me, to all the people I’ve let down.
