“I come in peace, earthling,” he said, and she thought she could see his mouth curving in the shadows. Somewhere over his shoulder, a neon sign—pink and green—outlined the pale skin with psychedelic color.
The pressure on her mouth eased, his hand moving to cup her chin. As though inspecting a fine piece of china, the pad of his thumb—cool, a little rough, but also smooth, like the scales of a snake—ran over her bottom lip. Instinctively she licked the flesh there, the tip of her tongue chasing his finger. She tasted his skin, cold and clean. Belatedly, she realized that he had made a joke.
Game face! she told herself fiercely. She'd never let a client see that he had the upper hand over her. Theoretically, anyway. The absurdity of his 'joke' and the idea that any client could ever make her feel this way drew a disbelieving laugh from her. Levvi lifted her chin, pulling the tatters of her dignity around her.
“In peace?” she managed to say. “Really?”
“Indeed.” She felt his eyes on her, traveling across her bare shoulders, over the soft mounds of her breasts. He tilted his head, surveying. Somewhere on the thruway outside, someone burst into raucous laughter, but he didn't seem to notice. Cool, rough hands skated up the outside of her thigh, pushing her skirt up, up, past her hip.
He was no longer holding her captive. She could reach up and signal five-oh to come to her rescue, though whether they'd take five minutes or five hours no one could say.
But she didn't.
“I've been watching you,” he whispered as her hands slid up over his chest. He wore a coat of some slick, lightweight material, and it was cool and featureless against her palms. “You are not like the others.” Fingers worked their way under the elastic of her practical, every-day panties, nothing like the g-string she wore for work, and yet the sensation sent a violent shudder through her. Leaning in, he pressed his cheek against hers, and the strange, alien feel of his cool skin and ridged bones electrified her. She felt as though all her nerves were exposed, raw and ready for his touch.
No man had ever made her feel this way. Sex was fun and all, but this was so primal, so deep and unbearable that it frightened her as much as it aroused her. She felt as though she were drugged, drawn to him like a compass toward north. A need, an ache she had never felt before, woke inside her.
He threaded one hand through her hair. The other brushed against her labia. Inside, she felt her muscles clench, and her clit stood at attention.
It took a moment for her to form words. “What are you doing? Why were you... ah!... watching me...?”
He shifted his thigh, rubbing it against her aching pussy as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to him. He bent his head to her hammering pulse. His lips, cool and soft, wandered, leaving a ripple of shivers in their wake.
“You are perfect,” he murmured, which didn't answer her question, but then his cool finger slipped over her slick folds and nudged her entrance and all questions were obliterated.
A whimper escaped her, and Levvi pushed against his hand. She felt so empty, and he didn't help by pulling her head back even farther, thrusting her breasts toward him. She was tethered in place, open and helpless against his assault, and he took full advantage. Warmth, startling against the coolness of his skin, closed around one pert nipple, and Levvi cried out, squirming.
“I need... please...” she gasped.
He bit down, lightly, and suckled. Her slit quivered, clamping down on nothing, grasping at the tip of his finger.
“What do you need?” he whispered.
“Your fingers... I need them inside...”
He moved forward, lowering his thigh, and she hooked a leg over his hip, opening herself to him. Slowly, gently, he slid one long cool finger inside her. It slipped in easily, its way prepared by the juices almost gushing from her quivering channel.
“So willing,” he murmured. “So ready.”
He pulled his hand back and she almost cried at the loss, but then another finger joined the first. She couldn't catch her breath, swept up as he pushed his way inside again. Gently he parted his fingers, pushing against her walls, stretching her out, and she couldn't stand it. Slowly, he fucked her with his fingers, in and out, in and out, but it wasn't enough, not enough at all. Her hips bucked and the muscles of her inner walls clamped down, but ecstasy was just out of her reach.
She needed more.
Her hands roamed over his chest, searching for some way into his clothes, but she couldn't seem to find one. Frantically she plucked at his pants, and her searching hands found just what she was looking for—just what she needed.
A huge bulge pressed against her palm, and Levvi smoothed her hand against it. It was phallic-shaped—thank god—but it was harder and bigger than any man's cock she'd ever felt, and as she gave it an experimental rub through the fabric of his trousers she realized it was ridged, like the channels and protrusions of bone that traced across his skin, but a little softer.
Her mouth watered at the thought of riding it, and he seemed to like the idea as well because he grunted as she closed her fingers around it and squeezed.
His slow finger-fuck picked up pace, and on his next thrust he cupped his hand, bringing the fleshy base of his fingers to her clit.
“Oh god!” she cried. The skin on his palm was just as rough and ridged as his fingertips, and when he circled her clit with his palm she caught fire. Her breasts felt heavy, and it were as though there were a direct line from her clit to her nipples. He suckled harder, grinding his palm into the hard little nub at the apex of her cleft and her eyes rolled, lights flashing across her vision.
She fumbled at the waist of his pants, frantic to free his erection, and he groaned. Abruptly he pulled his fingers from her cunt, leaving her bereft and almost crying with unfilled need and undid the fastenings himself.
She felt his dick pop free, ricocheting against her mound, and she grabbed it with both hands.
It felt good. She was no expert on alien anatomy, but she couldn't help but think the fact that his cock was slick and lubricated was a good sign. Tough ridges pulled at her fingertips as she closed her hands around it and stroked.
He bucked and cried out in a strangled voice. “Alaka!”
While she couldn't understand the language, she could only assume it was something good, because he shoved her against the wall and worked his fingers into her hungry cunt again, his hips thrusting against hers.
Levvi moaned. Pleasure coursed through her body wherever he touched her. His ridged and rigid cock, pressed against the softness of her belly, scraped erotically over her skin as if he were seeking entrance, and though his body was cold his breath was a hot and ragged furnace in her ear. The long, chilled fingers worked her pussy while the bony ridges of his palm rubbed her aching clit in slow, purposeful circles as he fucked her with his hand.
“You love it, don't you?” he whispered, his buzzing voice throaty and brimming with desire. “And yet you could fight it if you wanted.”
She couldn't even answer. A groan escaped through clenched teeth as she shoved her mound against him, her whole body begging him to lift her up and fuck her against the wall. She didn't care if everyone could see them, she didn't care if she spent the rest of her life unsatisfied by every other man after this, she needed him inside her now.
“You are so beautiful. You could refuse, couldn't you?” Teeth, sharper than any human teeth, clamped down on her earlobe, dragging over the tender skin there, and Levvi cried out, writhing.
“God, shut up and fuck me,” she growled.
He made a strangled sound and his hips bucked against hers at the crude demand, his erection grinding into her stomach.
The teeth retreated and the lips returned. A cool, rough tongue probed the sensitive shell of her ear, tracing the intricate folds there, and she wondered what it would be like to have that tongue wrapped around her nipples, on her clit, shoved up inside her cunt. “Do not tempt me,” he whispered. “You are not meant for me.”
She
wanted to ask what he meant, but he chose that moment to let go of her hair. His movements, before so practiced and careful, had taken on a frantic, hungry edge. Roughly, he slid his hand down her back and grabbed her buttocks, squeezing hard, parting them. One long cool finger brushed against her asshole.
“Ah!” Levvi writhed, clinging to him as he reached between the cleft of her legs, coating his finger in the slick juices of her pussy before returning to her puckered entrance.
Her breath caught as he slowly pushed his way inside, filling her up from in front and behind. She thrashed, impaled, as the urgent rhythm of his hands drove her higher and higher. Her breath came out in low moans, and he answered her. His cock, huge and throbbing, rubbed against her, and she clutched at it, imagining every bump and valley dragging against her slick walls. The cool, slick skin covering the thick rod glided between her hands, slipping and sliding as he sought release with her. He circled her clit again, then shifted, removing his palm.
“No, I need—” she began to say, but the rough pad of his thumb replaced it. The walls of her cunt clamped down and a low, curling warmth unfurled in her belly. Desperately she fucked his fingers, so close to climax she could taste it in the back of her mouth, rising up, uncoiling, and his hot, heavy breath echoed in her ear as she stroked his cock. Would his cum taste like a man's, or like something entirely different? She had to know, but she couldn't have stopped for the world.
“Fuck me,” she panted, “fuck me, you feel so good, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh, my god—”
She came, quickly and violently, shattering around his thrusting fingers, melting in his otherworldly arms. Her whole body clamped down, her quivering pussy sucking his fingers deep inside her, and the world went white and serene. Distantly, she heard someone screaming, raw and unbridled, and she realized it was her own voice, the one that had been quiet for so long, hidden inside while she danced on a stage for others' enjoyment. In that moment, she stole it back from the dark underground world that had sealed it inside her, and it felt good.
Slowly, shudderingly, she came down. The world came back into focus.
His breath in her ear was still hot and ragged, and the cock in her hands still stood ramrod straight. His body still hid her from the street and the passersby, but she found she didn't care if a thousand people were watching. Let them watch. She'd just had the best fucking orgasm of her life. They should be jealous.
Her cunt and ass quivered and convulsed as his fingers slid out, and she just wanted to collapse to the ground and not move. But the thick cock in her hands begged for her attention, and, well... she was a professional.
Drawing back, Levvi looked up into his barely visible eyes, deep and unreadable, and gave him a sly little smile.
“You need some help,” she murmured. “Let me give you a hand.”
His breath hitched as she sank to her knees. “Ah...” he breathed. “I... kalana nilo...”
His voice choked as she took his thick cock into her mouth and swallowed it down. Every ridge and bump pushed over her lips, and the slick secretions burned coldly on her skin, like mint or menthol. Her mouth tingled as he thrust forward, and she was shocked to find he had no testicles. Her hands reached around to grab his ass, and ridges brushed against her nose at the base of his cock as she opened her throat and sucked his whole length inside her. She couldn't imagine what they would feel like against her clit. She wanted to fuck him, ride him hard until they both passed out.
But before she could suck him to completion, he cried out and jerked away. Levvi whimpered, disappointed, and made a grab for him, but he crouched down next to her, burying his head in her shoulder, and grunted as he came. She felt his cum spilling over her fingers, burning with cold, and it seemed to go on forever. Each jerk of his cock brought another load, and when he was finally done he sagged against her, utterly spent.
Curious, Levvi brought her hand up, some of his jizz cupped in her palm. She wanted to see if it tasted like his cock, but before she was able to bring it to her mouth, he stopped her.
“No,” he said, his voice hoarse. “It would harm you.”
She raised a brow. “Really? Is it poisonous?”
He gave a tired laugh. “Ah... it is not beneficial. Let's leave it at that.”
Now she really wanted to try it, but she forced herself to wipe it off on her skirt. The smell of spearmint met her nose. At least it smelled good.
The sounds of the street behind him filtered in past her post-coital haze, and Levvi started to realize she had just let an alien fingerbang her in the doorway of a closed shop.
“Oh,” she said. Awkwardly she stood and brushed herself off, reaching up and readjusting her panties as discreetly as possible, which wasn't very discreet at all considering her alien paramour stayed crouching at crotch-level and watched her with naked interest. Neon light fell on his upturned face, and his wide, dark eyes stared up at her intently. She couldn't read him at all.
Levvi shifted. She'd done a lot of crazy sexual things in her life, but most of them were onstage, and this had been, far and away, the craziest. That her legs still trembled from the aftermath of her orgasm did not help the situation.
“I'll... uh.” Levvi cast about for words. “See you... around?”
That same queer smile quirked his lips again. “I hope so, sah'li.” Gracefully he stood, his hands working some magic with his trousers, expertly concealing his cock before she could get a good look, and Levvi tried not to feel disappointed. “You see, I have been looking for you.”
Levvi blinked, tearing her eyes away from the bulge still visible in his pants. “What?” she said, feeling stupid. “Oh. Yeah. You said something like that. Glad you found me.” She coughed. God this was awkward. “I'll just... be going home. You can catch me after shows at Cosmo's, but I guess you already knew that...”
She began to edge around him and laughed nervously. Which was stupid. He'd practically been wrist-deep in her twat five minutes ago. The time for nerves was long gone.
He reached out and placed a hand on her arm. Gentle. Not restraining her like before. Just... sweet. A request. “No,” he said.
She stopped and blinked. “No?”
He smiled. “My master has been searching for a woman in this galaxy who can fulfill his needs. I believe you are the one.”
Levvi blinked again. Her mouth twisted. “Your master?”
He inclined his head. “Come with me, sah'li. You would be my master's most treasured prize. The only woman in the galaxy we have found who could resist us.” He smiled. “Though you chose not to with me.”
Levvi stepped back. “I'm sorry,” she said after a second. “Are you saying you want me to come with you and be a... I'm sorry. You want me to have sex with your master?”
He tilted his head. “Only if you wanted to. That is the fun of it for him. We are able to bend any other creature to our will. You... not so much.”
She took a deep breath. “Okay. So. I'd be a sex slave?”
His full, beautiful lips pursed. “I believe concubine would be more appropriate.” His eyes shifted to her hair, and, almost as though he were in a trance, he twined one red lock around a finger. “You would have power, wealth, pleasure. The galaxy would be at your feet.
Levvi thought for a moment. A moment was all it took, really. She wasn't surprised.
“Oh, twist my arm,” she said. “I'm in.”
He smiled and bowed. “My name is Laqir.”
“Leviathan Morse,” she replied. “When do we leave.”
Laqir reached out and took her hand. “Now.”
And the world went white.
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To be continued in Her Alien Instructor: Galactic Concubine, part 2!
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