by Rayann Marse
He was looking into her eyes. Waiting for something.
"Do it," she said, surprising herself with the force of her words. "I'm ready."
Slych pulled his hips back, muscles rippling from his chest to his groin. He grabbed hold of his cock and pressed the swollen head into her. He showed restraint, easing in bit by bit. She was so wet, so hot and ready, that he met little resistance.
Tina stared downward, curling her toes and biting her lip as she watched him penetrate her. Just when she thought he couldn't get any deeper, he kept going. By the time he hit her cervix, all but the last two or three inches of his thick cock had been swallowed by her.
"Right there," Tina said. "Stay right there..."
He obeyed, grasping her thighs and staring down at her with a look of curiosity on his face. She reached up and touched his cheek. Trying to make sure he was real. This was no longer a nightmare; it felt like a dream, too good to be real.
"Slych," she said.
"Tina," he replied. "Ready?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He pulled back until only the head of his shaft was inside her. And he stayed like that for a painfully long moment. Tina's pussy clenched and throbbed desperately, searching for the gorgeous organ that had filled her a moment ago. She had never felt such a gnawing emptiness, a greed, a need for cock that superseded everything else.
When he pushed back into her, stretching her anew, she had what she could only call a religious experience. The orgasm came like a cleansing tide, washing away all the emotional baggage, societal pressures, taboos and shame, leaving nothing but a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. What she needed.
She used her legs to pull Slych into her. She clawed at his chest, nearly cramping as every muscle went taut. Pleasure washed through her like an electric charge, setting fire to every nerve and making her brain fizz with endorphins.
Slych grunted from the pain of her nails on his chest. He pressed a hand to her throat and forced her head down. With his other hand, he pulled her legs away from him and held them together by the ankles. Then he turned her onto her side and fucked her even harder.
It was too much. Tina screamed until she was hoarse and breathless. There was pain at first, but it soon faded and left a seemingly endless stream of orgasm behind. The pleasure was overwhelming and constant. Each time she came, she ejected a fresh tide of wetness that covered him. His pistoning cock worked her juices into a white lather. The room was humid, filled with the smell of sex and the loud squelching of a well-fucked pussy.
Tina thought she would eventually reach a point where she could no longer orgasm. Some part of her brain would be overloaded and overworked; it would shut down and begin to recover. But that didn't happen. The opposite was true, in fact. Each orgasm seemed more intense than the last, pleasurable almost to the point of pain. She tried to scream again, but only a squeak came out. She tried to push Slych away, but he was far too strong and no longer seemed to care what she wanted.
And suddenly, he was slowing down. He held her even tighter, pulling her into him. Somehow, another inch of his cock managed to squeeze in. He started to come, throbbing with fierce strength into the walls of her pussy. Tina moaned softly, her muscles relaxing. His seed filled her with a comfortable heat. She welcomed it.
Without ceremony, Slych pulled away. His cock dripped a trail of fluids both male and female as he went to the floor. He lowered to his knees by the bed; his face was shoved between Tina's legs.
The huge, alien male set to eating Tina's pussy. Slych looked up into her eyes as he licked her, curiosity and hunger in his expression.
Tina covered her face, hiding the redness that rose in her cheeks. Again, it was too much. It was utter debauchery. A warm, wet, strong male tongue lapped at her clitoris, all pretense of cleaning gone. Tina had been eaten out before, but never with such skill by such a strong and yet gentle tongue. She spread her legs like a whore, reaching down to tangle her fingers in the man's hair and gasping loudly.
Slych sent his tongue deeper, watching closely as his new female was wracked by an explosive final orgasm.
Tina's toes pointed to the ceiling. Her legs quaked, and her palms struck the bed again and again. She found her voice and roared into the hot air of the bedroom.
Slych backed off as the orgasm finally subsided, softly probing the clitoris with an index finger. He bent forward one last time to lick Tina from top to bottom. Then he stood up, pausing briefly to give his cock a single squeeze. A promise of even more later pleasures, perhaps.
Tina passed out. When she woke again, ten or fifteen minutes later, Slych was giving her water off a sponge. She sucked greedily, her heavy eyelids drooping. When her thirst was satisfied, Slych used the same sponge to clean her off. Then he lifted her to the floor, where fresh bedding had been put down, and lay with her until they both fell into a deep sleep.
They were woken finally by the arrival of food. As they stuffed their faces, Tina taught Slych all the English words for love. And the names of all the parts of her. Then she switched to his body. As she manipulated his cock, telling him all the terms humans used for it, it started to harden again. So she stared into his eyes and jerked him off.
"I want to taste what she tasted," she said. "I want it in my mouth."
He listened to the translation, nodding in acceptance. When he was about to come he tapped her arm; it was her signal to bend low and do her best to take the head of his cock in her mouth.
It was not an unpleasant taste, but the force of the eruption made her gag. Slych laughed and held her head there, offering no avenue escape from what she had already promised to do.
Tina decided, as she caught her breath and licked Slych's seed from her lips, that she was starting to understand this culture. And she was falling somewhat in love with it.
***
Much later, as they lay together after making love again, she said Slych's name to see if he was still awake.
"Yes?" he asked. It was one of the first words she'd taught him.
"We came here to prove our worth," she said. "The worth of our race."
The translator, ever present, spoke her words back to him.
"Yes," Slych said.
"Have you decided?" she asked.
This time, he had to use the translator to answer.
"Not yet," he said. "But a case could be made."
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