Alien Sex 102

by Allie Ritch

  His gaze turned smoldering. “I have no intention of trying to escape.”

  Holding out her hand, she invited him closer and spread her palms over his muscled chest. She pushed him back into the mountain of pillows against the headboard so he wound up seated with his legs bent. His erection rose like a barometric gauge from the nest of dark red hair at his groin. As expected, he put his hands on her body to position and stroke her the second she straddled his lap.

  She didn’t mind. The glide of his palm over her back, the pressure of his fingers digging into her hips, the loose fist he made in her hair—it all felt so good. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her open lips to his and rocked her wet cleft against his aroused cock beneath her. His answering groan was the greatest compliment he’d given her all night.

  “I’m going to have my way with you now.” Drawing back from the kiss, she whispered the promise against his lips.

  The massage was all the foreplay Katra needed. Reaching down, she set the broad tip of his cock against her entrance before tackling his extra appendage. She had to watch what she was doing. After pulling back the hood to fully expose her clit, she grasped that bonus projection and used it to draw circles on her nubbin before it stuck in place.

  “Does that feel good?” She was stroking his second shaft.

  His chuckle was strained. “Not as good as your hand on my cock, but I do feel it. It’s the same as if I do this.”

  Tucking his hand between them, he used his fingertips to caress her outer labia. The sensation was pleasant and made her very aware of his shaft waiting to surge into her.

  “I’d rather get to the main course,” she agreed.

  With a quick shift of her weight, she pressed down to take him inside. Thanks to his hardness and the bounty of cream waiting for him, his dick slid deep in a single stroke. She arched her back, which thrust her breasts right toward his awaiting mouth. His teeth caught her nipple and held it still for his flicking tongue.

  “Yes!” She encouraged him with a whimper.

  Before Katra knew it, he’d sucked her breast into his mouth as fully and tightly as her sheath was suckling his invading cock. Every inch of his virile erection was imprinted on her from the inside out, making her pussy twitch with impatience. She had to move.

  Pushing up on her bent legs, she started to ride him, but Krux used his hold on her hips to stop her. With a popping sound, he released her breast and used his other hands to pull her legs out from under her and wrap them around his waist. She crossed her ankles behind his buttocks, lodging him so deeply their pubic bones touched.

  “What’s your rush?” he demanded. “I promised I’d take care of you.”

  He caught her bottom lip between his teeth before she could say a word. When his tongue darted into her open mouth, her mind scattered to the four corners of the universe. She was left insensible to anything but the pleasure. His hands roamed everywhere: over her breasts, down her arms, across her shoulders, into her hair, between her buttocks, around her thighs. They both panted hard, and their breath mingled.

  Krux made out with her like he had all night and nothing better to do, as if he weren’t locked deep inside her body. Katra didn’t know where he got his control because she was squirming in desperation. The fingerling projection above his shaft prodded her overripe clit, causing her womb to tighten and giving her glimpses of the devastating orgasm on the horizon. It was all she could do not to beg, and several minutes passed before he finally took pity on her.

  Using his incredible strength, he cupped her butt and lifted her as he shifted to a kneeling position. With her ankles hooked together behind his back, she had to depend on him entirely. It wasn’t surprising that he’d managed to claim all the leverage.

  “Hold on to my shoulders,” he told her.

  Of no mind to defy him, Katra did as he said and slid her palms over his broad shoulders.

  Still supporting her with two hands tightly clasping her behind, Krux used his other arms to dip her backward and cradle her. This arrangement made her feel like she was defying gravity. He partially removed his cock from between her legs, and his muscles flexed as he lifted her. Then with a sharp jerk, he yanked her back down so that his erection punched deeply.

  Katra yelped, but she didn’t break eye contact. He was studying her face, no doubt watching her responses for the slightest nuance of sensation.

  Her heart pounded even faster when he forced her hips to tilt, manipulating her pelvic angle so that he could hit the right spots. He found them both in the next two strokes, which made her cry out in ecstatic shock. Having found his mark, he began to thrust steadily, setting up a rhythm as slow and deep and steady as the massage he’d given her.

  Pleasure radiated through her core with every strike until she mewled almost constantly. The intensity of the sensation made her twist away in self-preservation, but his grip held her captive as he built the conflagration inside her. It was like he had detailed schematics of her orgasm and knew just how to throw her into the inferno with a few skilled moves: strum clit, slide crown over trigger one, jab cock into button two, stretch sheath to maximum capacity. The act should have felt rehearsed or mechanical, but it was far too powerful and emotional for that. With him, she felt out of control and thrilled and safe all at the same time, and the hunger in his gaze was only overshadowed by the warmth and tenderness that suffused his expression. This was so much more than just sex, and they both knew it.

  With a grunt, he picked up the pace. “You’re so beautiful. Smooth golden-brown skin, full breasts so perfect they should be worshipped, a hot, tight sheath to hold my staff. Passion shines from your every pore, Katra. So much that your sharp mind can’t even handle it all.”

  “Ah, gods!” She cried out, but he didn’t stop.

  Tireless, he continued to slide her up and down his slick cock, making her helplessly receive his invasion. The whole time, he kept his angle just right and his gaze on hers. It was too much. Her sheath began to ripple and clench, and the mounting pleasure scalded her insides like lava. Her nipples grew so sensitive even the brush of air between them sent bolts of pleasure shooting down to her belly button.

  “Krux!”

  “With me,” he said. “We come together.”

  She wasn’t sure she could hold out. And then it was too late. His shaft swelled impossibly fatter just as the crown slapped her second trigger spot and shot deep. Katra’s insides imploded with orgasm and grabbed on to him just as he wedged his cock right against her womb. Climaxing hard, she screamed in relief at the same time that his semen pumped into her in a hot rush. It was only then that she realized he was yelling right along with her.

  Her ears were ringing and her eyes nearly closed by the time he slumped back and pulled her down with him. With his cock still tucked between her legs, he hugged her close and kissed the side of her head.

  “My Katra,” he murmured sleepily.

  The way he said it, she realized the possessive statement was tantamount to a declaration of love. She was getting in really deep with her Brachoi, and that scared her as much as it made her hope and dream.

  Not quite ready to say the three little words beating at her mind, Katra responded in kind. “My Krux.”

  But she wasn’t sure he heard her. Exhausted from his efforts, he’d already fallen asleep.

  * * * *

  The next morning, Krux awoke feeling more refreshed than he had in ages. Since it was the weekend, he’d been able to sleep in, and there was nothing like finding a warm, willing woman in bed to perk a guy up. They started fooling around in the bedroom, finished things in the shower, and eventually made it out to the kitchen for a late breakfast. Seated at Katra’s table, he was treated to the sight of her cooking for him before she served him a spicy, colorful omelet that made his eyes roll back in pleasure. A man could get used to this.

  When they were done, she led him outside to the back of her house, where he discovered he’d been right about her having
a walled garden. Rather than the useless topiary or maze he’d expected, however, he saw she had a full planting of vegetables and herbs. The only concession to sheer ascetics was a large fountain in the center with a stone bench on either side.

  Katra sighed contentedly. “I love it out here.”

  Krux held her hand as they sat side by side. As he watched her tilt her head up to the warm sunshine, his heart swelled to see the look of bliss on her face. Since she was dressed in a short sundress, most of her body was bared to the open air, and the golden light made her rich skin glow like expensive bronze. He had a flash image of their last class, where he’d noted her lack of tan lines. Ever since then, he’d fantasized about seeing her nude beneath clear skies and bright daylight. Glancing around at the privacy walls, he realized now was his chance.

  With a subtle shift of his weight, he angled his body toward her and rubbed her back. He perused her from head to toe before meeting her watchful gaze. She must have read the look in his eyes because she flushed quite prettily. Reaching out, he hooked his finger under the nearest spaghetti strap and slowly slid it off her shoulder. Without breaking eye contact, he kissed the spot where it had just been.

  “I have this fantasy.” Krux found the seal running down the back of her dress and began to open it. “You’re spread out naked beneath the honeyed sunlight, revealing all your secrets to my hungry gaze.”

  Her answering smile was sultry. “There must be more to it than that. It would have to be a naughty fancy to make you turn so red.”

  “Oh, it is.” Unwrapping her like a gift, he peeled her dress down so that she was exposed from her waist up. “You see, it’s really a very primitive fantasy. Before civilization, we were just like any other animal—clad in nothing but our own hide, roaming the wild for food, and mating beneath the open sky.”

  “You beast.” She yanked his shirt off over his head.

  Krux reached for her breasts while she opened his pants.

  “That’s right,” he answered. “And this beast plans to have you. I will stalk you, I will mount you, and then I’ll rut over you in the light of the sun.”

  He didn’t dare tell her he’d never made love outdoors before. His people were very open about sex, but Brachoi never engaged in public intercourse unless it was for instructional purposes. Part of him worried she’d balk and rob him of the opportunity. Perhaps he should have known better.

  “You’re forgetting something.” Getting to her bare feet, she let her dress slip down to the stone flags.

  He shoved off the remainder of his clothes, but stayed seated so he could look up at her. “What’s that?”

  Her smile was brighter than sunshine and twice as hot. “You have to catch me first.” She whirled and ran.

  Krux’s growl was feral as he took off after her. The backyard garden was large enough to allow a good chase. He watched her naked body fly between staked-out rows, flit behind a trellis, and then duck behind a shade tree in the corner. Lust infused his muscles with vigor, and his erection bobbed excitedly as he ran after her.

  Peeking out from her hiding place, Katra winked at him before bursting out into the open again and racing back to the fountain. They circled it half a dozen times, but she was just fast enough to stay ahead of him. His anticipation rose another notch. The sound of their panting filled the garden, equal parts desire and exertion. She wasn’t making this easy for him, and he was glad of it.

  Darting in the opposite direction, she leapt a patch of herbs and raced toward the far corner. She squeaked when he cut her off, but she jumped back before he could get his hands on her. Krux was right on her heels as she fled down a furrow between chest-high vegetables. The potting soil was soft beneath his feet, and the rich scent of minerals and dirt mixed with the aroma of herbs. Lunging forward, he grabbed her by her arms and waist and plucked her off her feet.

  “Brute! Let me go!” But he knew she didn’t mean it.

  Victorious, Krux took her down to the ground on her hands and knees and covered her back. She was so soft and curved and inviting beneath him that he couldn’t wait. Shoving her legs apart with his knees, he gripped her nape and pressed her head down until her top half was pinned to the earth. With her enticing derriere angled high, he pressed his erection to her dripping vagina and plowed into her in one forceful stroke.

  *

  Although Katra thought she’d split in two, the shock only added to her pleasure. There was no gradual build-up, no waiting. Slapping his hips against her upturned bottom, Krux took her like the animal he claimed lived inside him.

  His grip on her waist was nearly crushing, and he wouldn’t let her up. With her cheek pillowed against the dirt of her garden, the smell of growing things, of life, filled her lungs with every breath. Although he could easily have hurt her with the power in his arms and body, there was no pain. The bruises, if any, were superficial, and nothing but rapture burst between her legs as he pummeled her. He still managed to hit her trigger spots with every stroke.

  “Krux!” She keened his name helplessly.

  The world seemed to tilt off its axis as he pulled her up so that she straddled his lap backwards. His hands circled her breasts, and she looked over her shoulder to see him staring down at them from his greater height.

  “Perfect,” he announced.

  Apparently that one glance was all he needed. In the next moment, Katra was back on her hands and knees. He didn’t pin her torso to the ground this time, but instead clasped her shoulders with the same fierce grip he had on her hipbones. Forcefully pulling her back into every stroke, he reamed her without mercy.

  The fronts of his thighs were sweaty and coated in their combined fluids where he slammed into her, and she felt overheated beneath the morning sun. Squinting through her tumbled hair, all she could see were the colorful leaves of her plants and the fertile soil beneath her hands. This truly was bestial rutting—sex reduced to its most basic imperative. There were no words, no finesse or technique, just raw, determined humping.

  Katra never felt him swell within her, so a few shortened thrusts were all the warning she got that he was about to erupt. Seconds later, he was holding deep, bellowing to the naked sky as he spurted his essence inside her again and again. She felt the hot trickle of it in her core while she convulsed in her own paroxysm of pleasure. Thought, individuality, dignity—all was lost beneath the tide of brutal, pounding orgasm. Her vagina grabbed on to his cock like it would never let go, and the brush of his hands over her nipples made her spasm all over again.

  Which was when she realized something. For all the things that irritated her about Krux, she knew she’d never experience this kind of rapture with another man. Not ever.

  Damn him. He’d made her dependent on him after all.

  Chapter Six

  Wagging Tongues

  The next afternoon, Krux sat in his home office, waiting impatiently for Katra’s arrival. After their explosive bout of lovemaking in the garden, he’d been both disappointed and bewildered to find himself sleeping alone last night. He’d pulled out of her body and helped her off the ground only to see a look on her face that he couldn’t quite read. At first, he’d been afraid he’d been too rough and hurt her, but she’d assured him that she was all right. He knew he’d brought her great pleasure. Perhaps the intensity of the coupling had simply overwhelmed her? Gods knew he’d been blown away and left a bit shaky.

  Although she hadn’t balked when he’d rubbed her back and helped her dress, she’d still worn a slightly lost expression that had aroused his protective instincts. The rest of the morning, he’d lavished her with soothing words and reassuring kisses until she’d appeared to relax. But she still hadn’t let him stay. Insisting she had things to do, Katra had sent him on his way shortly after lunch, successfully ousting him only after she’d promised to come over to his place tonight. His sexy little Duosien certainly kept him on his toes.

  Killing time while he waited for her, Krux called Quinn to confirm he was modeling f
or the next class. After wooing Katra to his bed, he’d decided to take a little revenge on the men who’d slept with her last week. He could picture their abashed expressions when he did what they’d failed to accomplish and satisfied his Duosien in front of the whole room. Sure it was a bit petty, but he was entitled to feel boastful.

  “We’ve posted the topic,” Quinn assured him. “The focus will be on Brachoi physiology and sexuality since we already covered the Duosien female last week. However, I think it would be great to demonstrate a successful coupling with Katra’Ruma. Xindra and I felt uncomfortable with how things ended last time. We’d like to see a positive resolution—emphasize that interracial couplings can work when the right chemistry and understanding is there.”

  Krux agreed. “Sounds good.”

  “Let me know when you want to train with me,” Quinn added. “You wanted to concentrate on weight lifting and other strength training, right?”

  He nodded at the screen. Since he’d been offered some free training in trade for modeling, he’d opted for the kind of workout he usually did on his own. He wouldn’t mind learning some new routines to pep things up.

  “I’ll have to check my schedule when I get to the office tomorrow,” Krux said. “I’ll get back to you on the timing.”

  After exchanging a few more words, they signed off.

  Switching his vid screen to download mode, Krux brought up a display of today’s news in basic text and graphics. Some of his stocks, he noted, were doing well, the weather was predicted to stay fair, but his favorite sports team had met with a crushing defeat. He figured two out of three wasn’t bad.

  Using manual controls, he then scrolled through the Society section and nearly passed it when one of the photo captions caught his eye. His gaze narrowed when he read it:

  “Wi’Yalu heiress dances with millionaire Ji’Bavu bu Rani Lu’Kett at last night’s annual society ball at the Wi’Yalu family home.”

  The picture was a wide shot of the dance floor where several couples decked out in tuxes and gowns were caught mid-waltz. In the center of the frame was a tall, middle-aged man—obviously the Duosien millionaire Lu’Kett—who smiled at the camera over the shoulder of his partner. Although the woman dancing with him was turned away from the viewer, her chocolate colored hair and golden-brown skin were unmistakable.