by Pixie Moon
Only my alien has ever made me feel this way. He growls softly again and then his right hand moves toward my pussy. I tense as I wait to see what he’ll do. His tongue continues to lap at my clit as he slides two thick fingers inside me. I buck my hips at the intense feel of his large fingers exploring my hidden passage. He scissors his fingers and I almost come.
I’m panting by the time he starts to move his fingers in and out of my needy pussy. I jerk my hips and ride his hand seeking the release I know he can give me.
“Mmm, you are so wet and tight and soft. I can’t wait to mate you,” he whispers against my sensitive bud.
His words and the reverent way he said them make the pulse in my clit pound in desperate need. I cry out as he latches onto my aching clit and sucks hard as he thrusts his fingers deep and curls them.
All of my muscles tighten as bliss blows through my veins and caresses all of my nerve endings. I writhe on the golden bed as he continues to softly lick my pussy. His body keeps me open and easily caressable. He forces me to float around in paradise for a long time.
He doesn’t stop until desire starts building in me again. I can’t believe I’m heating back up so soon. My pussy is juicing around his fingers and the need to be taken is starting to become overwhelming.
“Please,” I beg as he curls his fingers and hits a spot in me that is magical and electric. My pulse is pounding out a carnal beat that has my full attention. I’m becoming desperate for him to fill me up.
I squirm again and he growls softly in response. His hand grips my hip tighter for a second and then releases me. I look down and watch him lick my pussy from entrance to clit. The motion is slow and controlled. I don’t want him controlled. I want him desperate like me.
When our gazes meet, I see hunger in his diamond eyes. That look heightens my own lust and makes me feel desirable—desperately wanted.
I twist and turn in need as he kisses his way up my body. He stops and sucks at my nipples. The drawing of his mouth sends a spear of lust straight to my core. The pulse in my clit throbs and aches. The sight of his big purple hand on my breast makes me need him more. He’s so different and he makes me need things I’ve never needed before. I want him to dominate me. To use me as he pleases.
As I wonder about my sanity, he starts kissing and licking his way up to my mouth. When our lips collide, I no longer care about my sanity. I just want him. His tongue teases and tastes mine. His flavor is untamed male. I can’t get enough of him. I inhale his scent and want to eat him up. The kiss deepens as our tongues dance and tastes and explore.
I caress his powerful shoulders and thrill in the way his muscles ripple under my touch. When I caress the base of his skull he growls softly and shudders. His heated gaze locks with mine. I feel him spread my legs wider and glance down to see him guide the large cherry red crown of his donger to my entrance. I spot something at the base of his erection but the feel of his crown touching me draws my gaze to our new and wonderful connection.
He rubs the silky blunt head up and down coating it with my juices. I suck in a breath when he starts pushing inside me. The feeling is almost uncomfortable. My gaze stays glued to his gentle invasion. I can’t stop looking until I see most of his plum colored shaft disappear inside me.
I close my eyes and just feel. He is so large that he fills me completely. My body eagerly absorbs every shift of his hips. He moans and kisses me as his hips start moving. I quiver at every thrust and retreat. His huge crown plows the way and his full shaft rakes over all the hot spots inside me. I’m consumed by the feel of him using me and pleasing me all at the same time.
I rock my hips and wrap my legs around his waist. He does that low growl that heats my blood and then starts pounding in and out of me. I grip his shoulders and cry out as his big body pushes me closer to the release I seek.
When I’m panting with need he slows and then stops.
What? Surely he’s not going to leave me hanging. I’d just decided he is my mate again. I frown at him and move my hands to his hips. He’s not going anywhere.
His lips curl into a sexy smile. I blow out a relieved breath when he starts sinking deeper and deeper into me. I gasp when he presses beyond where he’d gone before. I’m starting to be stretch to an uncomfortable level.
His gaze is knowing and almost secretive. What kind of secret is his keeping? I’m just about to ask when he presses harder into me. My breath whooshes from my lungs as a vibrations hits my sensitive pearl and then sucks it in.
“Oh, oh, ooh.” That thing at the base of his donger is amazing. I try to look down at the small wonder but all I see is his rippling belly muscles press against my body.
Blue diamonds look down at me with a mixture of lust and something else. His gaze never leaves mine as he rocks his hips. The bliss that blasts through my pussy has me crying out and writhing beneath him. The pleasure washes over me in waves. His body continues to wring mine until I’m a mumbling mess and loving every moment of it.
While I drift in a euphoric haze he starts moving his hips faster and faster. He presses me deep into the bed as he searches for his own release. I’m in such a boneless state that his huge erection doesn’t hurt. I enjoy the feel of him invading my pussy over and over again.
I flex my inner muscles and he stiffens and slams into me one last time. He cries out as his body jerks and his release fills my pussy and starts leaking out. His twitching muscles bring me to a new level of satisfaction. I like pleasing him. It strangely makes me feel happier than I ever have.
He rolls us to our sides and pants for a long moment. I smile at him and he smiles back. My heart melts. He is definitely a mate of mine. I remember his secretive smile from before and look down at the small bliss-giving thing at the base of his donger.
The interesting organ is a lighter shade of purple than his thick shaft. I long to explore the little thing that gives so much pleasure.
I look into his intense gaze. “What is that organ at the base of your donger?” I hope I’m not breaking some alien law by asking a sensual question. These beings could be real prudes when they aren’t taking what they want. I bite my lip as I await his answer.
He rests his hand on my hip. I try not to let it distract me too badly. I know what he’s capable of doing with his hands.
A sparkle enters his pretty eyes. “Donger must mean cock where you come from.”
“Yes, penis, cock, donger. They are the same thing only I was raised calling them dongers. Does that name bother you?” I hope it doesn’t because I’m going to have a hard time relabeling his manly parts. To get more of his donger I’d do it though.
“It doesn’t bother me.” He slides his hand back and forth over the curve of my hip. With effort, I don’t let him distract me.
“Tell me about that special thing that you have.” His firm body is a delicious mystery to me. One I want to hear all about. He makes me feel bold and a bit wild.
“It’s called a rospet. Its purpose is to stimulate a female so that her body produces enough mating juice to keep her from being injured during rough mating. Your body is a little different from a dagrinian female’s.” His hand slides up and over my hip and then his finger swirls around in my long red strands. His hot gaze locks with mine. “Human females get wetter than dagrinian females. You also have some control over your inner muscles. That makes human females a prize to any dagrinian male.”
I’ve never been a prize before. That could be good or it could be bad. I need to know more about him. I think about what he’s said so far. “Are you a dagrinian?”
“Yes, little human.” He slaps my hip and then climbs from the bed.
He doesn’t even try to cover himself. I look at his rospet. “Can I touch your rospet?” That pale purple organ is very intriguing.
“No.” I frown at his resolute answer. He grins and pulls me from the bed. “One day I’ll let you touch it.” As I smile and carefully reach out to touch him, his gaze hardens. “No, little human. You don’t se
t the pace. I’ll let you know when you can explore my rospet. Now go get cleaned up and then you need to eat.”
“Do I get to clean my clothes and put them back on?” I like my new mate, but I’m not sure about this whole naked thing.
“No, you aren’t going anywhere so you don’t need clothes,” he says as he heads for his closet and pulls out a pair of black pants and a dark blue shirt.
I watch in stunned disbelief as he gets dressed.
I gesture up and down his body. “Why do you get clothes? This isn’t right? What if I get alien flu or something?” He is unbelievable.
“I get to wear clothes because I’m in control. If you get sick I’ll heal you. Now go relieve yourself and come back in here to eat. A friend of mine sent some food last night. I want to see if you like it.” He shoos me toward the cleansing room. “Go.”
Augh. He can be so annoying. I spot the platter of food on the midnight black countertop and my mouth waters. It looks like some sort of bread and some other type of baked creation.
As I take care of my needs, I hope Niya is doing better today and that her alien is treating her well. Maybe I can see her soon.
CHAPTER
6
~ Kanda ~
♥
With my body still humming from our romp on his golden sheets, I leave the cleansing room and head into the small kitchen or what I guess is a kitchen. I haven’t seen a fridge or a cooktop. Since he has retrieved food from this area and there is a counter and a sink with running water, I have to assume this is his kitchen. It’s a shame there’s no place for a barbie.
He is waiting for me with a plate of food. It looks real good. My stomach growls as I take the plate he offers.
“We’ll eat in the living area.” He gets his own plate and I follow him into the cramped room. Living on a spacecraft is like living in an efficiency apartment or one of those tiny homes meant for one person to live in. The bush wasn’t all bad, I had plenty of room.
We sit on the golden couch that is trimmed in bright blue. He must love gold and blue. As he sits next to me I admit that his skin looks good next to the golden back of the couch. Don’t tell me he’s a prissy pretty boy who harmonizes even his skin color to his furniture.
I think back on his actions so far and don’t think that he is. He must just like gold and blue. I place my plate on my lap and pick up what looks like a muffin. I take a bite and moan when I taste the sweet flavor of sindot fruit mixed with perfectly blended muffin dough. The texture is spot on. Not dry and not wet.
In my hunger, I devour the muffin and then go for the other food. I pick up the strange eating utensil. It looks like a mini spatula. Following his lead, I scoop up a bite of the flaky crusted food that has some kind of fluffy yellow stuff with blue dots in it as a bottom layer. Damn, I hope I’m not allergic to this stuff.
The rumble of my stomach encourages me to try it. The only option is to starve to death. I’d rather not do that. I take a bite. The flavorful crust blends perfectly with the yellow and blue stuff that tastes a lot like spicy eggs. I can’t help but wonder if this craft has some alien chickens running around it somewhere. As I take another bite I don’t think so. This craft is too clean for poop dropping chickens. Alien chickens drop poop, don’t they?
The big mate next to me eats his last bite and goes to put his plate in the sink. I watch his tight ass as he walks away. It’s a shame that he’s not naked like me. As he walks back to me it dawns on me that I don’t know his name.
I swallow a bite of food and then ask, “What’s your name? Mine is Kanda Oistin.” Do dagrinians even have names? Since he didn’t ask me mine I have to wonder.
“I’m Klimen Trillobe. Now finish your food, little human.”
Little human! Did he not just hear my name? As I eat the surprisingly good food I wonder about it. I touch my utensil to the flaky crust stuff. “What is this?” I haven’t tried the last item on my plate yet. It looks like some type of fruit.
“That is what Hilam’s human calls yomine casserole. The yellow and blue dot food is called yomine. The fruit on your plate is called repon. Now eat. I want you to be healthy.”
Augh. He is so pointblank and he doesn’t give me any extra information. As I try the dull orange fruit with the bright red inside his words click in my brain. Hilam’s human.
I chew the fruit as fast as possible without choking. It is sweet and right after I swallow I feel a touch of heat on my tongue. “Is that supposed to be hot at the end?” I don’t want to have my throat close up. It’s too hard to breathe or ask questions with a closed throat.
“Yes, little human. Now finish up,” he orders.
I don’t like orders. They just rub me the wrong way. “You said Hilam’s human made the casserole. What’s her name? How long has she been onboard? Can I meet her?”
He glances at my plate and then at my mouth. I get the hint and take a bite. He leans back on the golden couch and looks my nude body over. I inwardly shiver as I recall what his body can do to mine. I may let him order me around when it comes to doing the naughty.
Just when I think he’s not going to answer me, he says, “Her name is Megan. She’s only been here for a few cycles. You can meet her after you’ve gotten used to being with me. Now finish up, little human.”
“Okay, big alien,” I retort before taking another bite of food. Two can play this game.
He shakes his head. “You are the alien here. Get used to it.” Pointblank bastard.
I finish up and put my plate in the sink. “Am I supposed to wash these or do you have a non-alien maid that comes in and does that?” Yeah, being considered an alien is a touch painful and extremely strange. Will I ever fit in here?
“Yes, you can clean them up in a bit. Right now I need to show you the items I brought you.” He heads over to the cleansing room.
I follow and watch him open one of the small ebony cabinets. “When did you get them?” I ask as I wonder what the items are.
“While you were in your resting cycle.” He stands back and points to a drawer in the cabinet. “Let me know when you’re close to running out of anything.”
I let his tone slip. I think I’ll be doing that a lot. I look into the drawer and feminine products, lacy undies, lotion, and a razor that looks more delicate than the one secured to the wall under the mirror. I look at him and then back at the undies. I decide to go for it.
Just as my fingers touch the soft lace six purple fingers wrap around my wrist. “Those are only for when you menstruate. I like easy access to what is mine.”
What is his! The bastard. Humph. Since he paid for me I guess he could say I belong to him.
He is taking good care of you, a gentle voice whispers through my mind. That is true. Things could be much worse. I need to get used to my new station in life. Or do I?
As I follow him out of the cleansing room, I say, “You know it might be cheaper to take me back to Earth. I am a part of a team, you know. My best mate, Rogan, has to be worried about me. He has to be looking for me. I really need to go back home. So does Niya. She’s part of a tribe, you know?”
I squeal like a spooked child when he turns dark eyes on me and pushes me up against the cool silver wall of the living room. The intensity of his gaze has my heart pounding and my body trembling.
“You can never go back.”
His dark tone has fear and anger swimming around in my veins. I don’t like his answer at all.
~ Klimen ~
She is not going anywhere.
The possessive streak she brings out in me is surprising and unwanted. I like variety. Right now, she is the flavor I crave.
