by Amanda Milo
But I can do this.
And I want to - for him, I really want to do this.
I smile as I think, I’ve got to see how he likes the ending.
He pets my hair and encourages me with grunts and low probably-not-consciously made pleasure sounds; it’s as if he either can’t hear himself making them or he can’t stop them from escaping.
Or maybe he doesn't care what noises he's making - he just wants me to hear how much he enjoys what I'm doing to him.
I love it.
When it’s time to speed up, he draws his knees up a little and his fingers tense in my hair.
I tense too.
I meet his gaze - trying not to let my molars scrape him as I roll my eyes up enough to see him. And I see the effort it takes for him to relax his hand.
He strokes my hair.
I stroke his dick.
I smile. Try to, anyway. My mouth is full.
But it works for him and just like that he’s groaning, “Callie!”
My body shivers at the huskiness in his voice.
I always feel awkward at this part. Swallowing is great in theory; no mess! But there’s always dribble and to me, it feels unsexy to have something that basically feels like more drool overflow from my mouth and run down my lips and chin and drop onto the rest of me.
Guys obviously find a different sort of pleasure watching this though.
The alternative; lapping at the tip of his dick while I give him eye contact and pump him to completion. It never just shoots in all at once and I blink reflexively as each spurt shoots up so I probably look like I’m having a mini convulsion while trying to perfect my bedroom eyes.
I go for option number one, and hollow my cheeks, sucking.
His nails punch into the mattress; I hear the little rip-rip-rip-rip-rip.
I shiver again.
When the first spurts hit the back of my throat, I open my eyes - I don’t know when I closed them, and I need to see him.
Zadeon must catch my agitation because instead of his customary tail-chin-grip move, he brings the back of his hand softly to my cheek, and stares into my eyes.
His voice is strained, but clear. “I love you, my tarantula.”
I choke on his dick - laughing.
But I’m not afraid anymore.
CHAPTER 33
CALLIE
Panting, he stares down at me with such wonder than I grin like an idiot as he gently tugs me into his arms, and strokes my hair until I fall asleep.
For the first time, we sleep curled up together.
I haven’t been held like this in years.
It feels magical.
I dream.
I dream of a swan with bent feathers. She is still magnificent; the graceful curve of her long neck, the stark contrast of her face-marking against her plumage. A little roughed up, but still beautiful.
In my dream, she climbs onto the shore, where a giant dragon waits for her. They are nuzzling noses when there’s a splash.
A black cygnet wobbles out of the water, weakly calling for its mother - bedraggled, its baby-down feathers soaked to the skin, almost like scales.
No…
Those are scales.
The swan cries and beats her wings - her bent feathers coming loose, and falling to the ground.
The cygnet stumbles and wouldn’t have reached her - if the dragon hadn’t carefully swooped in and like an alligator, protectively scoops up the baby in his jaws - not letting the little one go until he reaches the swan’s side.
“Callie?”
I startle awake, my hands flying up and hitting chest.
Zadeon’s chest.
“You were dreaming,” he croons.
“Was it bad?” I ask, trying to remember the details. Broken feathers…
“I don’t know. But you’re crying.”
“I am?” I murble, my lips not quite working yet. I move to wipe my face - but Zadeon’s thumb is already sweeping the tears from my cheeks.
“Not anymore,” he says. “I’m here.”
He leans in kisses my nose.
And the last thing I remember before I fall back asleep, is Zadeon staying there, nuzzling his scale-bumpy dragon nose reassuringly against mine.
◆◆◆
I have no doubt my morning breath tastes just like the last thing I had in my mouth plus a few hours of stagnation.
Fabulous.
But Zadeon doesn’t hesitate.
I try to defer - but he’s not having any of that, either.
“We will kiss. I like this ritual.”
“Oh you do, huh? By all means then. We shall do it.”
“Glad I could secure your agreement,” he grins. Then his lips are on mine, and I stretch, feeling my body respond as it presses into his and feeling how much I like it.
When he lets us breathe, he asks, “Are you hungry?”
I grimace, which makes him sigh sadly. “We need proper food for you.”
I get a mental picture of him saying this, just exactly in this tone, as he stares down at a pet tortoise, or an exotic something-or-other. As if the pet store sold him catfood when really it needs it’s own kind of special chow.
I smirk. “Not like we have much choice. Hand me the packs, please.”
I hear him grumbling, but I must mishear him, because it sounded like he said ‘We’ll have choices soon enough’.
When I finish eating, I ask, “What time is it?”
I still can’t tell time here. The clocks have symbols and representations of things I’ll never understand.
“Very early,” he grunts. “No one will be in our studio if we go now.”
Our studio?
I smile at him. “Then let’s hurry.”
He has a new song today.
It’s sultry, and seductive, and we bar the door and stay and dance until the moves are ingrained and this time - we touch.
Our bodies brush.
I give his hands permission by placing them on my hips.
He wants me to touch him too.
I do.
He wants me to breathe on his neck…
...I... do. He likes it right over his collar bones. I don't even question it; I just make him happy.
I also get tongue.
Not where I’d expect though.
Zadeon likes to lick.
If this were a romantic movie, the hero would land a surprise kiss on the heroine’s neck. Maybe behind her ear.
I get a surprise tongue dragging over my ear.
Not sloppy just…
I shake my head.
He licks my eyebrow.
I can’t help but smile. And that’s when he kisses me.
On my lips, that is. You'd think that'd be the natural conclusion but it just as easily could have been my eyelids, my hair, my hands.
He presses his lips to all of those places too.
And then he moves that tongue of his down my throat, and bends over me, tasting my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder.
The top of my breast.
Who needs an ear-kissing movie hero? This licking fetish makes Zadeon the hottest hero of all.
I decide I’m done dancing for the day.
I assumed we’d go back and shower. I was only a little nervous at the idea of showering together. Not afraid, just that overactive part of probably every woman when they do something new in front of a guy for the first time.
“No showering,” he orders.
I give him wide eyes. “I’m sweaty, and sticky.”
His eyes go hooded. “I will clean you.”
And he leads me to the bed, strips me, and he does clean me.
That can take awhile when an alien’s only using his tongue.
Meanwhile, I familiarize myself with my alien and we enjoy each other.
And he definitely wants me to enjoy.
“Show me,” he insists.
I’m a little too self conscious to touch myself in front of him.
“Why?” he ask
s, mystified.
“I don’t know!” I shout and clap my knees together.
He gives me a look under his brow and exhales heavily enough for smoke to escape. “This is a ‘human-thing’?”
“It’s a me thing,” although… pretty sure I’m not alone in this. I think lots of women have trouble being… comfortable.
Why don’t I feel comfortable?
It’s Zadeon.
I take a deep breath - then I take his wrist and start to guide his hand to me.
“Eh, this won’t work,” he says quickly - his voice an odd blend of dismayed and aroused.
Now I’m dismayed. “Why not?”
He tugs his hand up and wiggles his fingers.
That’dbeOUCH.
A long sharp claw punctuates each digit. “Right,” I croak. “No manual then.” It's easy to forget when he is so careful with them.
“I want to lick you again.”
I look up from his sharp, sharp claws to his black, black eyes.
I twine my fingers with his.
Oh, the treatment I must put up with, *sigh*!
I throw myself to my back and he grins.
He kisses a line down my belly.
He raises one of my knees over his shoulder.
He slides his hands under me and lifts me to his mouth.
He gets me wet.
So wet, that I do show him what I enjoy, and how I bring myself to enjoy it - and I stop feeling reluctant about that.
And now, I want to enjoy him.
I want him. I want more of him.
I grab his horns. I give them a yank. “Zadeon, I want you over me,” I breathe.
I have all his attention. His breathing is rough, and his eyes are dark as he scans my face. His tail gives him away; it’s going wild behind him.
I tug on his horns again.
Slowly, he rises over me, uncurling my fingers from his horns and sliding his hands over my wrists to bring them down to the bed - I flinch.
He stills. “What is it?”
“Not my wrists,” I whimper, and he lets me go free immediately.
“Callie, I would never-”
He doesn’t even have to finish that. I know he wouldn’t hold me down like that.
Not like that.
“Actually? Do it.”
His tail thrashes behind him. “Why?”
“Because then… if you do it, I know it won’t hurt and that’s what I want to think of. From now on, that’s what I want in my mind. You. Everything of you. Everything we do here.”
His eyes are still dark but they go soft. And his fingers gently close over my wrists.
He doesn’t lean his weight on them; he just covers me. It feels like we’re holding hands.
His body is over my body. Of course he notices as soon as it starts.
“You're shaking.” He looks down with a frown of deep concern.
“I’m not scared,” I whisper - then repeat it when he looks back up again.
He inhales, testing that, I think. “Callie, I want you more than anything but it doesn't have to be now-”
“I want you. I want you right now.”
Once again, he starts to look nervous. His eyes flicker to mine before he grabs himself, gritting his teeth and squeezing his dick.
He adjusts over me slowly, not taking his eyes from mine now. "Okay?"
"Yep," I whisper. I can’t make myself increase in volume. But I do repeat it stronger.
He smiles.
He pulls back enough to line himself up. The bumping and nudging causes me to tense but before he can halt I say fast, “It’s good, keep going.”
And he slides in.
Ohhhhh-
There is a pillow above my head and, conveniently, it’s a little off to the side so that when he drops down over me, I’m not entirely suffocated as he muffles his extremely loud alien noise.
It makes me feel like a fucking queen.
Pun intended.
He's shuddering on top of me and even if he blows right now I'm not going to feel cheated in the least.
This is great.
I pat his back and he groans.
I can feel I'm wearing the biggest, stupidest grin.
I feel like laughing.
I feel like dancing.
No, no - actually, I just feel like fucking. Dance later, fuck now.
I test things out by trying to buck up a little.
Zadeon is heavy.
But it gets him animating again and I'm glad I know him like I do because the savage look on his face right now would have frightened me to death otherwise.
Instead, it makes me feel amazing.
As he takes a very big, ragged inhale and he struggles to calm, or to hold out, or both - I buck again.
His hands find my ass and tug me up and onto him even further.
I’m so wet there is only a delicious pressure, and fullness; no pinch, no pain, no stabbing agony.
My knees clamp around him and I use the grip as leverage to adjust my hips - angling his glide deeper and making him groan again, face planting back into the pillow.
I grin.
This is fucking fantastic.
I don’t even try to muffle it; I let out a whoop of joy.
He rears up, panting, his fangs showing.
I stare at them, intensely glad he doesn’t bite me. I’m glad it’s the other way around.
Because those teeth...
His hips flick and we both shudder.
He tests the move a few more times before he grabs my knees, presses them to his sides, and begins to move faster.
I expect this to be over soon at the speed he’s picking up, his hips beginning to meet mine with an audible slap - fast but smooth - and no pain.
No, definitely not pain…
Not only is his groin popping against my clit at just the right cadence, he’s hitting something inside too. Something that feels amazing.
“Right there!” I gasp. “Keep-doing-that!”
I can’t believe it. He’s a novice and whatever he’s doing is going to make me come.
I’ve never had it happen without me using my hand or a toy inbetween.
I hitch my legs up higher along his sides-
And feel his scales scrape on the insides of my legs. The insides of my knees.
They’re not the same, they’re not the same - feel how big they are? How scratchy?
Definitely scratchy. I’m getting beard burn from dragon scales.
That’s right, dragon.
I’ve got this.
And with a burst of elation - I realize that I do. I’ve GOT this.
I have however, lost my momentum.
My orgasm feels like it’s rolling out, like a tide returning to the sea. Noooo…
The frustration rises in me until I look into Zadeon’s eyes.
“Lost you,” he murmurs. And I was so in my head I didn’t realize he stopped moving.
My smile is weak, but genuine. “I’m okay.”
His tail brushes my cheek. “Yes. You are.”
I reach out and slap his perfectly muscled butt cheek.
His eyes go wide in shock.
And his hips slam forward, making us both cry out. He’s so LOUD - and as he begins to move, he really doesn’t hide his sounds now. If he likes something, I know it. Grunts, groans, masculine moans in my ear… I could almost orgasm just from listening to him.
But not quite… not quite...
“You’re incredible,” he says raggedly.
Mmm. Tell me more. “Keep talking like that,” I pant.
“You’re all mine,” he says. “Finally all mine, never share you again,” he grits out with his thrusts.
I stop rocking my hips into his for a moment.
His growl makes a shiver travel all over my skin. “Will this help?”
He guides my fingers between us. I get myself built up again, and when I reach that frenzied, bucking, pleading-whimpering stage, my orgasm just out of reach - Zadeon
snarls and drops more of his weight on me, his chest scraping mine.
It doesn’t hurt - but this new angle?
Yes.
“Yes! Yes-yes-yes-!”
The orgasm breaks over me and the the relief makes my eyes blur. My toes curl, I tighten on him, and flutter.
Zadeon roars - no pillow-muffler this time, and my ears ring.
I might need to have sex with ear plugs, or we’re both going to go deaf.
As I go limp under him, I smile in satisfaction and decide it’s worth it.
That was so worth it.
CHAPTER 34
ZADEON
“I love to taste you,” my voice rumbles out of my chest and she smiles, her eyes closed.
Until my hand cups her pussy. Her mouth parts in a gasp as she arches into my grasp. “-here. I love the feeling of this set of lips in my mouth.”
Her eager moan tells me she is recovered enough for more.
And I am the lucky, lucky male that she wants to have more with. I move down, listening to her whimper encouragements I can actually hear most of. But I don’t think she knows that I can - she seems to be talking as much to herself as she is to me.
“He’s so hot! Fuck!" she pants. "Can’t imagine him being any-”
I suck one of her lips into my mouth, then pull off to share, “It’s almost like a lung - light, spongy; even more fun to squish.”
Her body stops writhing. “Moment over!! Moment soooo over! Zadeon. NEVER say that again. NEVER, okay?”
She shoves at my shoulder.
“What did I do wrong?”
She gives me a pained look. “You can’t compare me to body parts you’ve eaten that’s gruesome. Get off me!”
I… do.
But… I don’t understand.
I sigh.
I’ve known all my life that my female was different from me, but sometimes these differences are glaring.
To my confusion, she laughs.
Then she laughs even harder.
I stare at her.
Then her laughter turns to tears and my confusion morphs to alarm.
Before I can drag her to me to check her over to find what is wrong - she crawls into my lap. We stare into each other’s eyes - hers are searching, and I’m certain mine are as bewildered as I feel.
