Desired by the Alien

by Sabrina Kade

  Oh yes. This is good. So flipping good.

  “My turn,” he mutters, already pulling my pants off and tossing them away. I hear a gurgling back to my left, and I remember that Hinda must have been watching the entire time. Good God, she didn’t leave.

  That alien bulldog is a Peeping Tom!

  “You spread for me, now,” Exer says thickly though he’s already pushing my thighs apart. He’s so eager that I almost tell him that he can slow down, but he’s so enthusiastic it turns me on even more. He kneels in front of me, and I rise on my elbows to get a better look, but Exer’s only focused on my spread thighs. I want to feel self-conscious. He’s so quiet. He’s just staring.

  Does he not like what he sees? Are Sidyth females so different?

  I swallow hard as a whisper of dread threatens. Am I so different for him?

  There’s no kissing. No romance. There’s only two people who enjoy the scent and taste of the other. My mind races as I wait for Exer’s obvious appraisal to finish, and he inhales sharply, darting his tongue out, so it only brushes the insides of my thighs and the light brown curls covering my sex. I suck in a breath as he lifts his head and rests a hand on either leg.

  “See-loan,” he murmurs. My heart drops. “You smell perfect.”

  My heart soars as I let out a choking breath of disbelieving laughter. Exer says nothing else before he lowers his head and that incredible forked tongue escapes from between his lips. Only this time he doesn’t brush my curls. He doesn’t brush my thighs. He laps his tongue slowly from the bottom to the top of my slit, forcing me to shimmy and shiver for his entire journey.

  “Ohh… fudge,” I pant, bucking my hips toward the moons. Some part of me worried that he wouldn’t know what he was doing. Exer is often so closed off. So off in his own world. I can’t imagine he’s ever done anything like this with another woman, and if he hasn’t, dang he’s acting entirely on instinct.

  His instincts are incredible.

  He hisses between gentle licks, and though I’m a bit ticklish under his touch, I do my best to remain still. He presses a massive hand against my flat stomach as though to hold me in place, tasting skin everywhere his tongue can reach. He’s not only working against my folds but focusing on my inner thighs. I groan and moan, surprised how much I’m squirming under his touch, but Exer is silent now, and only the sounds of my cries fill the empty air.

  That and Hinda’s strange gurgling pants. Good gravy. She’s still watching us.

  His licks shift to kisses for a little bit, pressing slowly against my stomach and the curls over my sex. It feels so incredible, and I rise further on my elbows to get a better look, and he’s focused completely on my pussy. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so treasured down there, but I don’t feel awkward. I lean back when I start feeling more comfortable staring up at the pink moons and the stars over the trees.

  Exer remains silent, but the little groans and hisses against my folds are enough to let me know that he’s enjoying himself. I’m not as worried that I don’t taste or look like a Sidyth woman anymore. If Exer’s not feeling it, he’s certainly doing an incredible job hiding it.

  I don’t like to curse, but so many words swirl through my mind as he continues to push his tongue around my clit with soft hissing. That sensation feels too incredible. The scales. The forked tongue. The length. His masterful art of eating me out is almost too perfect. Almost.

  The beginning of orgasm whispers as Exer grows more and more furious with his erotic attention. I ball my hands up into fists and keep licking my lips because they keep drying out from my moans into the fresh dry air. I’ve never been eaten out like this. Not by dudes on Earth, and certainly not by Alino’s friends. Geez, even the super attractive human guys I met while working for Alino couldn’t have been less interested. But suddenly, I’m glad none of them wanted me. Otherwise, this moment wouldn’t have built up so much.

  I feel like a bottle of champagne about to be uncorked. Especially when Exer starts paying closer attention to my clit, moving that incredibly long tongue around the area like he could squeeze it like a cobra to force an orgasm out of me. I gasp hard several times, trying to catch my breath because I don’t want this to end.

  What happens after I orgasm?

  I guess I’m about to find out because I don’t think I can control myself much longer. My stomach feels like a thousand bubbles bouncing and my thighs are on fire. I buck my hips, no longer caring about drawing this out. I need a release. I need release so badly that I reach out and pull on Exer’s hair as though I can somehow bring him closer to my pussy.

  He hisses and groans before pulling away, and I’m terrified he’s going to stop. Tension hangs in the air, and I’m about to burst.

  “See-loan,” he purrs.

  I lose myself right as he presses his mouth to my pussy.

  Waterfalls of rainbows gush across my vision and fireworks explode before my eyes as the orgasm takes over. I think I curse out loud, but I don’t want to think about it. I scream. I call to the heavens. I call to the gods. I call to him.

  Exer remains silent while I scream incoherently, allowing the waves of orgasm to wash through. It’s incredible, and though he doesn’t say anything, he rests his hand on my knee as I shimmy and shake out the rest of the aftershocks.

  Oh, Mylanta.

  My mind tries to piece itself back together when I start feeling more like myself, but my attention remains on the stars above. I focus on the larger of the two pink moons, narrowing my eyes in the darkness. I could get used to this. Way too used to this.

  Exer doesn’t have to be super princely, does he? Does it matter? He’s princely where it counts, and I think I’ll take a big bag wolf anyway. He probably sees me, hears me, and tastes me better anyway. I snicker to myself despite the exquisite glee I feel and the goofy smile settling on my face.

  I sit back up on my elbows, for some reason relieved that Exer’s still perched between my thighs with a small smile on his face. There’s something hidden there. Maybe he’s as cocky as Dolan underneath his brooding surface, but if he can eat a woman out like he just did to me? Well, geez. He can be as cocky as he wants. To think, he acted all on instinct.

  My eyes grow hooded as I drink him in. He’s almost as satisfied as I feel.

  “I can’t believe you’ve never done that before. You’re a natural, Exer.”

  His face takes on a peculiar look. My stomach drops before he utters a word.

  Which of course, now he has something to say.

  “Who said I never did that before?”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Exer

  Sloane remains quiet for most of the evening after giving and receiving pleasure. It is odd, I thought she would chatter most of the night while we wait for the suns to rise, but after the pleasure, she is unpleasantly quiet. I do not understand. Does she regret what she has done? Does she regret allowing me to lap up the juices dripping from her cunt?

  Fear builds the following morning because I have not slept well.

  Did she try to tell me no? Did she not want my attentions and I missed her signals because I was too excited by the idea of finally taking her?

  I swallow hard, trying to remember how the night went, unable to detect anything but excitement and arousal permeating through Sloane’s folds. There was a bit of embarrassment, but I believe this is a human thing.

  Or perhaps, maybe she was embarrassed to allow me to taste her so easily.

  I slink away from Sloane as she still sleeps, and Hinda lumbers over once I am no longer so close to the human female. She stayed with us for the entire night, but this does not fully put me at ease. Something eats away at Sloane, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what. I head a little further away so I can relieve myself and rinse my hands in the nearest water source, always on the lookout for straying fauders. Hinda will keep most of them away, of course, but I cannot allow myself to relax when I am not alone. I glance over my shoulder, checking to make sure that Sloane
is still there, and she sleeps on.

  My cock bobs at the memory of Sloane crying out my name while I pleasured her. She enjoyed it. I could tell. I am not so detached that I don’t recognize arousal scent when it hits my nostrils. She appreciated my skills, but something still bothers her.

  Is it that I am not a virgin? It would make sense. After I told her I pleasured a female before, she shut down.

  That must be what it is.

  Sloane is jealous that there was a female in my past.

  Part of me wants to be overjoyed, but another part of me feels a desperate need to explain myself.

  Lavig is my past, and I have tasted her and pleasured her. But she means nothing to me now. Less than nothing. She is with Teskla now, and she was already pregnant with her fourth sprog as I left for my exile.

  I should tell Sloane all of this. However, if I have to tell her parts of my past, Sloane will want to know all parts. Which means I would have to tell her why Lavig did not want me for a mate. Why she rejected me. Why she humiliated me in front of so many of my brothers.

  The thought leaves me breathless and so focused that I don’t notice Sloane sitting up and walking toward me. Hinda scuffles away, but before I ask, something pokes me at the shoulder, and I spin around, afraid that the fauders have returned.

  Sloane holds up her hands with a nervous expression on her soft features.

  “Sorry!” she yelps. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

  I shake my head. I was not scared. How could I be? Sloane is a tall human female, but she is still considerably shorter than me. The top of her head barely reaches my shoulder. And despite her bloody hair and violent past, I find it more and more difficult to believe that Sloane was a feared warrior of any kind. Ever.

  My shoulders relax as I attempt to look Sloane over. She does not seem as angry with me as she did the night before. Perhaps she has concluded I am not a worthy mate or even a worthy pleasure partner. The idea leaves me upset, but I am also not surprised. Lavig was much crueler than this. I cannot see Sloane embarrassing me in front of my brothers simply because I have let her down.

  “You look like you could have used a bit more sleep,” Sloane notes from my right.

  I glance down, almost daring to smile. She’s soft. Demure. Wholesomely curious. “I am all right.”

  “Keeping a lookout for the fuzzy spiders?”

  “The fauders?” She nods. Ah yes, that would be a workable excuse. “Hinda and I stayed up most of the night waiting for them.”

  “Hinda stayed?” She seems surprised at this.

  “Of course. When I come to visit, she always sticks close by. I am sure she realized I didn’t want her to leave after the fauders attacked you. She is a good female like that.” I chuckle.

  She smiles up at me, glancing around. “You like her, don’t you?”

  “I do. She is calm. Quiet. It is a relief to spend time around her.”

  Her expression shifts. “Nothing like me, huh?” She giggles, but it’s uneasy unnatural laughter. “I can’t stop talking.”

  “I don’t mind. So long as it is you.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  “I am serious. I don’t mind your endless chatter. You say much, but it is interesting to me.”

  Her head tilts to the side. “Why?”

  “Because it is you who is saying it.” The words fly from my lips before I can stop them, and I quickly glance in her direction, expecting her to look confused, or worse, disgusted.

  There is only that lovely stripe of pink across her cheekbones.

  My words have pleased her. My heart soars when she tucks a stray hair behind her ear. I do not understand this human female. She enjoyed the pleasure I gave her last night. And she indeed was enthusiastic when she uh, sucked upon my cock, as she explained. But I still cannot forget how she acted after I told her she was not the first female cunt I feasted on. Is this important to human females? To Sloane? Does it matter? I owe her an explanation—

  “When do you think we should try to head back?”

  “Oh,” I stammer, regretfully remembering that our home is not here. We have to go back to the lairs, and I have to spend time with my brothers.

  We don’t have to return quite yet, though. Not if she doesn’t want to. “Do you wish you return?”

  “W-what about the fauders?”

  “Ahh…” I trail off, glancing through the talas and then down at Hinda. She seems relaxed, which lets me know they are probably not close. At the same time, I don’t want this to end with Sloane. I must understand why she looked at me so oddly last night. I must explain myself. She must learn of my past if I am to ever have a future with her. If Sloane is going to reject me, I rather lay everything on the table now than remain secretive and lose her later.

  Losing her would destroy me.

  “Exer?”

  “We could go back,” I blurt, forcing all my attention on her. “But… but I…”

  “You’re not ready to go back?” she guesses.

  “I am not.”

  If this is to be the ending of my time with Sloane, my agreeing to stay here with her shall always be remembered as the beginning of the end.

  “I’m… I’m not ready to go back either,” she admits softly. I lean closer, trying to hide the goofy grin that threatens to spread across my face, because I am so happy to hear this.

  She doesn’t want to leave yet. Maybe she wants to spend more time with me.

  Maybe she does think there is a chance I could be a worthy mate for her.

  If I am to have any chance at that, there are things I can no longer keep a secret.

  I frown, pointing in a common direction that will lead us further north. I don’t think the fauders will follow us so long as Hinda is close by, but I long to move to a different location, so we are not so easy to spot. My eyes widen as something occurs to me.

  There is something Sloane might enjoy. It would be a risk, but it would not be difficult.

  “Did you have hot springs back on your homeworld?”

  Her lips part. “Like… like a hot tub?”

  I frown back at her. “It is not a hot tub. It is a hot spring,” I clarify.

  “So, there’s hot water?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you asking me if we can go in it?”

  “I believe that I am.”

  She shivers. “That sounds amazing. Is it far from here?”

  I shake my head, trying to contain my excitement. “It would not take long to travel there. We’d probably reach the location before the suns set.” Her expression shifts. “If you worry that it would be too long of travel, I could carry you upon my shoulders.” She’s shocked. Have I said something wrong? Inappropriate? Again? This is why I don’t talk much. I always manage to say the wrong things. “What I mean is,” I backpedal, “the hot springs would not be hot if not for the cold air surrounding it. So we would have to travel further north. We would make it there safely. The hot spring is nestled away on a cliffside.”

  “Won’t you get cold?”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, I mean,” she shifts carefully from foot-to-foot. “Dolan had troubles—”

  “Dolan does not take the time to discipline himself,” I say, unable to stop frowning. “He refuses to take the time needed to acclimate himself to the elements. That is his choice and therefore, his weakness. I can handle the cold.” I reach down and grab my pack, slinging it over my shoulder. “I also have the necessary layers needed to protect my skin. It shall be fine. So long as we do not waste time between getting in the hot spring and heading back here when we are finished, I do not believe either of us will be weakened—what?” I stop suddenly, noticing an odd expression on Sloane’s face.

  She giggles. “I’m sorry! I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you say at one time.”

  My eyebrows knit together, unsure as to why this is humorous to her, but no matter. I reach out and take her hand in mine, something I have seen Dolan do with his mate
and squeeze it. “So, is that a yes on wanting to see the hot springs?”

  Her expression freezes, staring up at me with wide, blue eyes. “It’s a yes.” She quickly lowers her head.

  But not before I detect a hint of arousal in her taste and a blast of pink on her cheeks.

  Fascinating.

  ***

  “Oh, Mylanta,” she breaths many hours later, eyes as wide as the suns setting amongst the talas. I want to smile as she takes a look out over the cliff.

  I was worried for a little while that the trip would be too difficult for both of us. I had plenty of layers to keep us warm for the duration, but I still felt my body weakening toward the end, especially when we had to climb up a few rocks to reach the cliffside where the hot spring is located. Sloane smiled the entire time, but now that her gaze is set upon the hot water and the view beyond, she is beaming.

  My chest puffs out instinctively and though I chastise myself for being so much like Dolan, how can I not feel arrogant? Sloane appears pleased. She was so concerned about the temperature because of Dolan’s mate’s words, but Dolan and I are not the same. Where he appears strong, I am strong. I have prepared myself for this since arriving on Hethdiss. I have learned and memorized the elements. I have found places that others dare not venture.

  “Do you like it?” This is a stupid question. Of course, she likes it. I understand human features well enough that when their mouths hang open, they are at a loss for words.

  “I love it.” She nibbles on her lower lip, taking a few steps closer to the rocks. There’s plenty of steam in the air, and I’m already cold so I quickly strip down so I can hop into the water. I’ll need the heat before we attempt to travel back. While I can handle the northern elements better than most of my brothers, I cannot fight nature.

  We Sidyths need warmth.

  Sloane squeaks when I peel off my pants, and I glance over at her.

  “You’re… we’re skinny dipping?” She swallows hard, as I remain silent to remove the rest of my clothing. She sees that my cock is already hard, but I must not think about that. It is nothing to be ashamed of. I am attracted to Sloane. I cannot help that. But still, her mouth hangs open. “Don’t you have like… any swim trunks in there, or something?”