by T. J. Quinn
As if that wasn’t enough, he had another one, hanging below the first one and his cocks were adorned with a couple of lines of ridges that went from the tip to the base.
“Wow,” she murmured, in awe. “He has two, why would he need two?” she asked, not sure she understood.
The other women giggled.
“You do have two holes, right?” Caisys asked, with a devious tone.
“You mean… no… that’s not possible…” she mumbled, astonished.
“Believe me, it is,” Caisys assured her.
Sharian knew she should be scared, or at least, a bit concerned how such a thing could happen, but she wasn’t. The male specimen she was examining wasn’t Kenyon, but she could easily picture him, and her body was reacting to it, with a powerful rush of arousal.
She was still staring at the hologram, breathing a bit too hard, when the door to the chambers opened up, and Kenyon walked in.
“Girls, have you seen…” his words faded at mid-sentence when he realized what was going on in the room.
Caisys immediately shut down the device, but not in time to stop him from seeing what was on display.
Sharian closed her eyes, wishing she were dead. She had never felt so embarrassed in her whole life.
“Kenyon, we invited Sharian to have a drink with us. Will you join us?” Neela asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible, but failing miserably.
He cleared his throat but wasn’t able to erase the frown on his forehead. “I just wanted to check on Sharian.”
She chuckled, a mix of nerves and the effects of all the beverages she had had. “Well, I’m fine, so you don’t have to worry about me,” she told him, doing her best to sound sober and proper.
The frown on his forehead seemed to deepen. “I believe it’s time for you to go back to your chambers. You clearly need a nap,” he said in a cold tone.
“No, I don’t. I’m just fine… we were having a… girls time… and we were having fun,” she protested.
However, he didn’t listen. “You’ve had enough fun for today,” he insisted, taking her by the arm and helping her to get up.
“Oh, don’t be a spoil-sport, Kenyon. We were just having a good time,” Caisys complained.
“How many of those did she have?” he asked, instead of answering her comment.
“I wasn’t counting,” Caisys replied.
“I’m sure she had never had anything similar to that. Her body will certainly have trouble processing it,” he explained. “You should have known better,” he grumbled.
“It’s not their fault. I’m an adult, I get to decide what to do, and how many drinks I can have,” Sharian protested, defending her new friends.
“You might be an adult, but so far, you’ve lived like a child. Drinking dragon’s breath is a bit too much for you to start your adult life,” he scolded her. “Now, let’s get you to your room.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but the look on Kenyon’s face dissuaded her. She knew he was a very protective man and she wouldn’t be able to convince him to let her stay with the girls, and she was more than a bit tipsy. Perhaps, it was time for her to stop and get some rest.
She waved goodbye to her friends and allowed Kenyon to take her out of the room.
“May I know what the hell you were doing?” he asked, as he dragged her down the hallways towards her room.
She cleared her throat, not sure how she could answer that question. “We were just having fun. The girls were enlightening me about some things I never knew, that’s all,” she mumbled, without facing him.
“They might not be the ideal people to enlighten you, they have more experience than you’ll ever have,” he grumbled.
She tugged her arm, upset by his words. “You can’t know that,” she grumbled.
He stopped and with a swift movement, pinned her against the wall, his lips only a few millimeters from hers. “Can’t I? Becoming a sex slave is what you see in your future?” he asked with a harsh tone.
“No!” she protested. “But that doesn’t mean anything. I might mate a male willing to share all his experience with me,” she poked him, her tongue sliding slowly over her suddenly dry lips.
The temptation was more than he could take and before he knew, he was kissing her as if his life depended on it.
He cradled her face and slid his tongue inside her mouth, allowing it to swirl and play with hers, in an erotic dance that sent their arousal up, to unexpected levels.
He only stopped when they were both breathless, heaving hard. “This is not the place,” he grumbled, dragging her the rest of the way to her room.
Once he closed the door behind them, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, eager to have more of her, to finally unleash the passion that was driving him insane.
He pulled her even closer, and she wrapped her arms around him, tilting her head to give him full access to her lips, showing an eagerness that matched his.
His hands slid from her face to her neck and then to the edge of her tunic, slowly sliding it down, while he was still kissing her. When the fabric dropped to reveal one of her perfect breasts, his hand immediately slid down to cup it.
She gasped against his lips, shots of fire rushing through her body. When he played with her hard nipple, rubbing it a few times before clamping it between his fingers, she couldn’t believe the rush of pleasure such a caress could conjure.
He left her lips, with a mischievous grin while he freed her other breast and caressed it the same way. She moaned and tilted her head back, lost in the pleasure.
His lips drew a fire trail of kisses, from her lips, down her neck until he reached the softness of her breasts. He kissed and nibbled her round globes for a while before he reached her hard peaks.
She cried out when he sucked her nipples, right before he kissed and nibbled them. The energy that rushed through her body felt like a river of lava, and she felt as if she was melting down in his arms.
He must have noticed it, because a moment later, he was picking her up and carrying her to the bed not far from them. However, before he put her down, he got rid of the tunic she was wearing, revealing her voluptuous body to his hungry eyes.
He placed her in bed then he crawled up next to her, kissing her one more time before he returned his attention to her big, round, breasts, losing himself in their sweetness.
Sharian couldn’t believe all the pleasure he was creating within her. Caisys words came back to her, and she realized the woman was right. There was pleasure in it, more pleasure than she thought possible and now that she knew it, she wanted more. She wanted it all.
Wrapping her arms around his strong neck, she pulled him closer, but her hands didn’t stay still, wandering up his neck, burying themselves in his hair, until she reached his shining horns.
The need to touch them was overwhelming, and she slowly slid her fingers on them until she reached their sharp tip.
Kenyon let out a deep moan and covered her hands with his. “You’re playing with fire, my golden temptress,” he grunted.
“Don’t you like me to touch you?” she asked, with a naughty grin, recognizing the pleasure in his face.
He snarled, closing his eyes in a vain intent to control himself. “You’re intoxicated, you have no idea what you’re doing,” he grumbled.
She moved her hands to cradle his face. “Look at me, do you really think I don’t want this?” she asked, allowing her feelings to show in her face. She didn’t want him to stop.
Yes, she might have taken a few too many drinks, but that had only given her the courage to admit her desire and welcome the passion they shared.
She leaned forward and kissed him, taking her hands back to his horns and caressing their entire length.
He moaned aloud and captured her lips in a mind-blowing kiss, as he rolled over to cover her naked body with his, allowing her to feel for the first time, the pressure of his cocks against her mound.
She moaned and kissed him back, letting him know j
ust how much she wanted him. Even when she wasn’t entirely sure what wanting him implied. She was acting on instinct and hoping he would show her the rest.
One of Kenyon’s hands slid down her belly and all the way to her mound. Unlike most human females, there wasn’t a single hair on it, so he was able to caress her silky skin freely with the tip of his fingers.
She moaned and pushed her hips up to meet his touch, encouraging him to go further. One of his fingers slid between her folds, delving the whole area until he found the small entrance.
His finger grazed the edge a couple of times before it ventured inside, slowly, bit by bit until he had all his finger inside her. Sharian was breathing hard, and he could hear her heart beat in a frantic rhythm, but there wasn’t a hint of fear in her eyes.
“Don’t stop,” she mumbled, putting her hand on his as if approving what he was doing.
“I would never, even if I could,” he confessed, starting to move his finger in and out of her, exploring the whole area in the process.
Sharian’s moans spoke of her pleasure, and soon the temptation was more than he could take. With a loud grunt, he got rid of his suit, and when he was naked, he kissed her one more time, taking her breath away and blowing her mind, before he had her turn around and get on her hands and knees.
He kneeled behind her, breathing hard and barely controlling the urge to take her and finally make her his. His hands caressed her back and her buttocks for a few moments before his finger returned to her hot entrance.
This time he combined his thrusts with circling moves to stretch her as much as he could. When the pressure on his cocks became unbearable, he leaned over her back and kissed the back of her neck, while one of his hands played with her hard nipples and the other continued stimulating her entrance.
“Are you ready for me, Sharian?” he murmured in her ear, interspersing the words with kisses and nibbles to her earlobe.
She sobbed. In the past few minutes, something big, something powerful had been building up inside her, and she felt it was about to explode. “Yes… please…” she begged.
He drew a trail of kisses down her back and all over her voluptuous buttocks before he drove his hard cocks into her entrance.
He wanted to take her in both her holes, but he knew he needed more time and patience for that, something he completely lacked, at the moment.
He rested the head of one of his cocks at her entrance and gently pushed in. Her body seemed to open up for him, and he pushed further and further, feeling how her walls stretched to fit him.
The ridges on his cock rubbed against her walls, and the jolts of energy and pleasure that rushed through his body felt like nothing else he had ever experienced before.
Once he was fully buried inside her, with his other cock rubbing all of her pussy, he started to thrust in and out of her, struggling to maintain his self-control, at least for a while longer. He wanted her to reach her climax before he did.
Sharian closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the emotions rushing through her body. Her whole body shuddered underneath his thrusts, and she could feel how her body wrapped itself around him, lending more friction to his ridges and increasing her pleasure millions of times.
She moaned and sobbed, as her hips moved back and forth joining his thrusting movements. Soon, whatever had been building up inside her, finally exploded. Wild waves of pleasure and bliss crashed over her sending her over the edge and straight into a tumult of emotions that left her shuddering and gasping for air.
The moment Kenyon felt her orgasm, he knew his, wouldn’t take much longer. The way her walls clenched hard around him pushed him over the edge and with a loud growl, he came so hard that for a moment he lost consciousness of what surrounded him.
His cocks poured his essence, one deep inside her and the other, all over the bed, before he collapsed onto the bed, dragging her with him, making her lay her body over his and hugging her. All the while he was still buried inside her. He felt no hurry whatsoever to leave her warm nest.
Chapter Nine
“Is it always like this?” she asked, when the waves finally subsided, still amazed with the cocktail of emotions and sensations he had conjured for her.
He chuckled. “It should be, but it isn’t,” he confessed. “This kind of connection is not so common.”
“Connection? You think we’re connected somehow?” she asked, a bit surprised.
She knew she was attracted to him. She had known it since she had seen him for the first time. Other attractive males surrounded him but caused no reaction in her. She only reacted to him.
But she never thought he felt anything special for her. His words seemed to confirm that idea, but she found it hard to believe. Why would an Asloran be interested in an outcast like her, if not for a fling, a way to kill time?
He kissed her forehead a few times. “I take it you enjoyed it?” he whispered into her ear, caressing it with his coarse tongue, lighting the fire inside her one more time.
She moaned. “Yes, more than I thought possible,” she admitted.
“And you haven’t seen nothing yet,” he assured her with a mischievous grin on his face.
She chuckled and rested her face against his chest, feeling suddenly tired. He caressed her thick hair.
“You’re tired.” It wasn’t a question.
“You drained me,” she confessed, with her eyes closed.
“It was your first time, right?” he asked, seeking confirmation.
She nodded, without even opening her eyes.
“How do you tell? I was waiting for some kind of barrier. Many other species have it,” he asked, curious.
“Our bodies stretch to fit the male mating us, it’s one of the reasons why we are able to mate every known species,” she told him, remembering one of her mother’s lessons on the subject. “But, though we stretch as much as necessary, we bleed a lot the first time,” she added, with a scowl.
“You haven’t bled,” he pointed out, puzzled.
She chuckled. “You’re still inside me,” she reminded him, feeling the heat of embarrassment color her cheeks.
“Right,” His cock was acting as a tampon. The moment he slid out of her, she would surely bleed.
“It will be a mess, I think. I guess that’s why mother always suggested we had our first time in a bathtub,” she said, with a self-deprecating grin. “It would be less messy.”
He smiled. “She might be right, but we can still work things out,” he said.
“How?”
She hadn’t finished asking when he jumped out of bed with her in his arms, his cock still inside her.
“Like this,” he said, taking her straight to the bathroom and to the shower stall.
He only allowed his cock to slide out of her when they had the warm water running down their bodies.
“You don’t have to stay here,” she mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed when the water at her feet dyed a deep orange.
“I did this, the least I can do is be here for you,” he assured her, pulling her closer to him and kissing her forehead.
She smiled and let him hug her as the warm water washed her tiredness away, allowing her body to react to his hard, muscled body.
She hadn’t had the chance to explore his body since he had remained fully clothed until almost the end, but now, she had him all naked in her arms.
Pleased, she let her fingers go up and down his chest, tracing the fabulous tribal symbols tattooed all over his chest and arms. “Where did you get these?” she asked, curiously.
“It’s part of the Asloran culture. We get our first tattoo as soon as we start to walk, and others are added to our bodies, as we develop and prove our warrior abilities,” he explained, his tone a bit hoarser than usual.
“They are amazing. I have never seen anything like them,” she assured him, leaning forward and depositing a kiss on a tattoo over his chest.
He grunted. “Girl, you’re playing with fire,” he warned her as his cocks resp
onded to her caress, with a firm erection.
She kissed him again. “Am I?” she asked in a seductive tone.
He smiled. “Oh, you definitely are,” he assured her, cradling her face and claiming a hot, passionate kiss from her full lips.
A second later, they were kissing and caressing each other with the same hunger they thought they had extinguished a few minutes ago.
His hands quickly moved to her breasts, cupping them and playing with her hard nipples. She moaned aloud and slid her hands up his chest until she reached his nipples. Playing with his hard buds mimicking his moves.
His grunt of pleasure told her she was on the right track and she leaned forward to take one of them between her lips, grazing the small tip with her tongue.
He roared, and his horns moved back, along the line of his head, just before he pulled her up in his arms and pushed her against the stall’s wall. She gasped, her heart thundering in her chest as pleasure rushed through her body.
Before she was able to do anything else, he had raised one of her legs and pushed one of his cocks deep inside her. The rough thrust took her breath away for a moment, but the pleasure was so great she was only able to hold on to his horns and wrap her other leg around him, pushing him deeper inside her.
He grunted. “This feels so good,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting in and out of her.
“Yes, oh, yes,” she moaned.
Each thrust took her to a new level of pleasure, and she wasn’t sure she could take so much. Wild waves of pleasure washed over her again and again, while her body shuddered against his.
This time, it didn’t take them long to reach the edge, and soon they were flying over it into the fantastic swirl of pleasure and bliss they had generated.
“I’m starting to think you’re addictive, my sweet girl,” he whispered in her ear, still breathing hard and still inside her.
“The feeling is mutual,” she admitted through ragged gasps.
“You might feel a bit sore after this,” he warned her with a self-deprecating smirk.
“I won’t, and I wouldn’t mind if I did,” she assured him. “Our bodies adjust to those of our mates, remember?” she added, with a naughty grin.
