by Rie Warren
“Prairie, meenya, vibrant as ever.” Greeting Prairie warmly, Mother placed a hand on her burgeoning belly. “How are you feeling?”
“No more tossing cookies. And there’s been plenty of movement.” An excited glow lit her face, and X pulled her closer to his side, hand placed proprietorially on her hip.
“You’ll be in your last quarter within a month if your pregnancy continues to follow normal Zenithian gestation.”
Astrid glanced from Prairie’s mounded stomach to Mother’s face. “Quarters? Not trimesters? But she’s only been here four months? How can the baby be developed enough?”
“You see? There’s much to learn here, meehri,” I whispered near her ear.
An hour after Mother departed, I pulled Astrid down onto my lap. I’d watched her enough, unleashed longing sizzling through my body. I needed to touch her, feel her. I wanted to hear her moan so loudly her pleasure couldn’t be contained. Not by her sparkling intelligence or her clearly rational way of thinking.
I wanted her to lose all semblance of control, to be a purely sexual creature.
My cocks were stiff as two stone pillars, and I pulled the female closer in my embrace. When she felt my turgid pricks, her back arched decadently.
She tried to carry on a conversation with Dylka, failing miserably as I shifted her rump in my lap, dragging my hands from the sides of her tits to her hips.
“Zane,” she said breathily, her head turning.
And my lips glided across her cheek to the corner of her mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Zane
“MMMM?” I MURMURED, my tongue peeking out to leave a damp spot on Astrid’s lips.
She gulped. “I’m talking to Dylka.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll just watch the show.” The Zenithian woman leaned back, lips slimming in an amused smile.
I drew my palm inside the slit of Astrid’s dress, caressing soft warm skin to the top of her hip. With a deft flick of fingers, I maneuvered the dress out of my way, ensuring Astrid’s bare pussy straddled my bulging thigh, unseen by anyone else.
She moaned throatily.
“On second thought, I think I’ll leave you to it.” Dylka excused herself.
One hand spreading Astrid’s legs wider, I primed her sex on the thigh I flexed within the tight leathers. Then I delved long fingers into the plunging top, palming the soft globe of her breast and raking across her ripe pebbled nipple.
Through the leather pants I felt the juicy patch from her gash. Her cunt wet and drooling in preparation for deep penetration.
A grunt tumbled from the lips I slid along the side of her neck.
Standing with her in my arms, I stalked through the chamber. “We’re turning in now.”
“It’s about time you found a room,” X called out dryly.
If anyone else made comments, I didn’t hear them. All I was concerned with was getting Astrid to my room and completely naked as quickly as possible.
Magnar followed at a polite distance. I knew he’d stand guard all night . . . and the fucker better not repeat anything he heard coming from my chambers tonight because I planned on using Astrid hard and putting her up wet. Wetter than she already was.
Astrid gave token resistance as I strode through the hallways, carrying her. Resistance I toppled by plunging my tongue into her mouth.
I almost dropped her when her searching tongue met mine, and her fingers wove through my hair to draw me closer as she mewled.
Inside my chamber, I left Magnar to close the doors, too busy swinging Astrid onto the bed.
A little dazed and deliciously disheveled, she stared up at me. “I’m not having sex with you.”
“Uh huh.”
Her pretty eyes dilated as soon as I dropped my leathers, both cocks so tumescent veins rippled all along the thick lengths and precum pearled at the tips.
I smelled her heat from paces away, a sexy feminine scent full of succulent wetness.
She rose onto hands and knees, facing me, and her heavy tits dangled within the scant confines of her gown.
Growling, I stalked to her. Yanked her upright on her knees. Invading her mouth again—wild and greedy—I ripped the dress straight down the middle like I’d wanted to earlier.
“We don’t have to fuck, meehri.”
She whimpered when I cupped one tit and mouthed the thick nipple and large areola until they wetly shined.
“But I’m still going to have your pussy tonight.”
Her hands came up to clasp the back of my head, and I laid her down on the soft tazek fur covering. Such a lush sight, my human woman with her pale hair fanned out, her lips parted for smoky sensual moans, big tits ready for more of my mouth.
Pouncing on her, I nursed the magnificent orbs, mashing them together, taking both taut nubs into my mouth. I grazed the pink pearls with my fangs and listened to her cry my name.
Her legs parted. Her back arched. Her hips writhed restlessly.
And my two cocks slapped heavily against her inner thigh every time I dipped down to gobble her generous tits.
Wide nipples lashed and laved and tortured by my teeth and tongue, I wandered low with one hand. Down through the fine pelt of hair guarding her cunt. She soaked my palm instantly, and I needed to taste her.
I wanted to impale her.
Tonight it would just be my tongue and fingers.
Using the least of my strength, I flipped Astrid around and settled her lustrously wet pussy just above my face, knees spread beside my head, breasts cushioned on my stomach, and her sweet mouth at cocks-level.
Her heated breath along my shafts made my toes curl.
I ran my hands up her spread thighs and slapped both palms down on her ass before clenching the fleshy mounds and pulling her onto my mouth. Sweeping my tongue up her drenched channel, I flicked at her perineum, tapping that taut stretch of wet flesh.
Her breath again gusted over my cocks. Then she dipped her head, and her ass rose up. I growled hungrily when she pulled her pussy off my face to slide her tongue between my cocks, rasping the sides of both bone-hard lengths at the same time.
When she blew across the swollen knobs, my sac drew up and my stomach clenched. Head craned back, I released an anguished grunt.
Hands circling her waist, I seated her back on my mouth, banding my arms around her to keep her in place. I lashed her dripping channel, taking the frills of her labia between my teeth as my tongue drove deep inside.
An electric shiver rippled all over my body when my petite mate lowered the top of her mouth over one insanely sensitive cockhead. A cockhead that drooled inside her mouth as she formed a perfect stretched oval and suckled my meat as if it were her favorite meal.
Intense pleasure hit me in the gonads, and I redoubled my assault on her sexy pussy, lapping up her liquid essence and dandling a rough fingertip around the bead of her peaked clit.
Her nipples drilled into my abs.
Her hair shimmered along the tops of my thighs.
Her fingers circled around my testicles, tightening and drawing the cum-heavy sac away from my cocks, and her hips circled around as her cunt wept ambrosial liquid into my slavering mouth.
She spat on my cocks, saliva dripping down to my balls. Then she arched up, pushing her pussy onto my mouth, my chin.
“Zane!” Her blunt fingernails dug into my thighs when I pumped in and out of her tasty little hole.
My fangs fucking throbbed. I wanted to bite her until her blood ran down my chin, and her girl cream moistened my entire face.
Lifting my knees, I reached low and pointed both cocks at her face, silently begging her to fit as much of me into her mouth as possible.
Intense pleasure made my nads collide when she fitted her sleek lips over the other dick, swallowing harshly down to the back of her mouth. Saliva wet the shaft, and she caught the wetness in her palm, fisting my other cock with lewd slick sounds.
“Fuck yes, Astrid.” My body stretched tight beneath her, my
cocks slippery wet with her feasting between the two.
A heavy groan heaved my chest, and I planted my face at her cunt, exploring now with fingers delved inside.
Ramming to the knuckles, I licked her pretty clit delicately as it pulsated against my tongue.
She gagged down on one cock, stroking the other.
Her ass undulated in a pure mating dance, and when I nipped the inside of her thigh with my fangs she rose up. Her cry of pure carnal release made my hair stand on end, my cocks bolt upright.
Before she came down, I sniffed at her all over. Leaking love juice melted on my tongue when I started on her again.
She threw a hot glance over her shoulder, pressing back and down and onto my mouth.
Hands roaming between our bodies, I grasped her tits, finding her nipples stiff and splendid. I pinched them, and she howled.
I licked her, and she hooked her ankles behind my neck.
Pure carnal creature.
And Gods, I loved that scientific mind of hers, especially when she inspected my cocks all over . . . with her tongue.
When she dragged one engorged cockhead along her inner cheek, a surge such as I’d never felt before burst through my loins. I exploded, eyes crushed closed, tongue dug deep inside her.
Astrid swallowed, a moan stuck in her throat along with my seed when she soaked my mouth again, coming from my ministrations and my semen spurting over and over.
I lifted her up and shifted her around. And with the back of her head in my hand, I guided her to my lower stiff cock, stuffing her face immediately. I watched her take the helmet into her mouth. She hadn’t swallowed the first load and, when she parted her lips, my thick cum slickened down the second throbbing pole.
Dripping. Sloshing. Hot . . . Fucking . . . Blowjob.
I nearly levitated off the bed the moment I filled her mouth again. Pleasure blinded me to all but the sucking and swallowing sounds as Astrid ran her fists up and down my cock.
I wanted to give her such a brutal pounding that, even as my second cock spurted with a roar from my throat, the arousal never abated.
Bringing Astrid to my side, I kissed her, sharing our essence on our tongues. “How was that for not fucking?”
The woman purred, her hand on my chest exploring the new markings that were slowly evolving into a colorful infinity symbol stretching from both sides of my chest if this thing played out anything like it had between X and Prairie.
“I have no complaints.”
Better not.
Astrid didn’t have any complaints through the entire night. I pleasured her over and over . . . using everything but my cocks to penetrate her. Her loud climaxes could’ve brought the palace down around our heads.
In the end, she lay prone beneath me, fingers clutching and curling against my back as I healed any scratch my fangs may have caused during the many times I’d rolled her across the bed.
Worthy of my mate.
As long as I proved myself worthy of her.
“Can I fuck you tomorrow?” I asked, my voice husky against her ear.
But Astrid only shifted closer into the strong shelter of my body, already softly snoring.
****
The light of the many suns beaming in through open balcony doors awakened me the next morning. Eyes clinched closed, I patted the bedding, searching for a woman who was both nymph and newly unleashed nympho.
Warm covers met my palms, but no nude Astrid.
I propped up on my elbows just as she jumped onto the bed, raring to go.
So was I. Both cocks beating hard against my stomach. She’d obviously been awake longer than me. Her hair gleamed and her skin glowed lustrously.
My eyes narrowed as I took in the rounded bounty of her naked form. She’d found the bathing pool in my chambers, that much was apparent. A vision of her all wet and slippery from the warm water filtered to me, and I regretted not seeing her bathe almost as much as I regretted her having washed my cum from all over her body.
She dropped a kiss to my lips then sat back as if unaware of her charms. “I’m ready to explore.”
Grabbing her arm, I pulled her under me. Pinning her, I dropped my full weight upon her, making sure she felt how hard she made me.
“Me too.”
I lashed her with a wicked kiss full of the taunting trade of sleek tongue upon tongue.
Gasping, she tried to push me away.
Squeezing her ass in both hands, I flipped to my back and brought her on top of me.
“You lured me here with promises of scientific discoveries, Zane.” Yet her hands climbed my chest to lace behind my neck.
“Is that the only reason you agreed?” Raising her higher, I brought the pearled tip of her aroused tit to my mouth.
“Stop. Stop!” she gasped out, pushing me back.
Lifting her off me, I frowned. “What?”
“You muddle my brain with your . . . when you . . .”
A smirk tilted my lips, and I leered at her naked body.
“Stop it.” She wagged a finger at me. Then she fanned herself with the flat of her hand. “You’re too sexy, and I’ve never . . . come like you made me. But you’re not telling me the whole truth here.”
“I’m not?”
“When were you going to tell me how old you really are?”
Oh, that. One of Prairie’s favorite tidbits. She liked to call X Old Man.
“Yeah.” I scratched my jaw. “Was going to let you know.” Eventually.
“Mr. Hobbs was right,” Astrid muttered.
Jealousy flared immediately. “Who the hell is this guy you keep mentioning?”
An image flashed across her mind. An old wrinkled man with a gummy smile on his mouth like a newborn babe.
“Oh.” I relaxed back, once again smug and self-assured.
“Mr. Hobbs claimed he was enslaved by a race of aliens called Zenithians, Zane.”
Ahhh, that.
“And he said he was returned to Earth when he was no longer useful to the race.” She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and pulled a blanket up to her chin. “How many more secrets are you keeping from me?”
“They’re not secrets, meehri. We just need more time together.” Uncomfortable with her line of questioning, I leaned forward to cup her face in both my hands. “I want you, Astrid.” I lifted her hand to my chest and pressed her palm against the expanding skin marking. “I promise you I don’t know of any male named Hobbs.”
“What about Cozmo? A boy named Cozmo?”
Another image appeared uppermost in Astrid’s mind. The young man she’d first mentioned to me in the desert.
“Who is he to you?” Words rasped from my throat, the jealousy real this time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Astrid
“I . . . HE’S SOMEONE I lost a long time ago.” I withdrew my hands from Zane’s, linking them around my legs.
Craning forward, Zane bristled. He’d acted strange as soon as I’d shown him the likeness of Cozmo in my mind. He didn’t say anything, but his sharp jaw tightened even more.
“You promise you don’t know him?” I pressed him.
“I promise, meehri.”
But maybe I was hallucinating about Zane’s tense reaction. Lord knew after last night my brain was a little fuzzy, and it wasn’t just because of the amount of liquor I’d consumed. I was still gripped in the wildest fantasy of being on a new planet, in an entirely alien civilization.
Well, alien except for Prairie. But X and Magnar and Kerta and the Queen Superior! Then later, on this very bed . . . Zane had treated me to the best sex-not-sex I could’ve ever imagined.
Suddenly his eyes burned hotly on me, and I remembered not to imagine anything at all because my sexy alien lover might see what I was picturing in my head.
Which only made him more intriguing.
I glanced away as my cheeks heated and a flame of arousal curled between my thighs where he’d spent much of the night driving me through orgasm after orgasm. I’
d worked him just as hard, just as hotly.
His cocks were so large one would’ve been intimidating. Two were—I closed my eyes as the clutch of arousal made my thighs clench—deliciously obscene. His reactions to my sucking and stroking, the way he lost all control and came with loud roaring bellows as his body bucked up—having power like that over a man so physically intimidating was heady. And I’d serviced him hungrily, happily.
A low growl echoed from Zane’s chest, and my eyes flashed back to his.
“I can smell you, Astrid, like a female in heat.”
Crouching on his hands and knees, revealing two thick hard cocks, he came toward me. The wicked glint in his changeable irises revealed his desire for me.
I leaped off the bed with a squeal, hastily dragging a blanket with me. “No.
With panther-like grace, he prowled off the bed—unashamedly naked and large all over.
“Down boy!” I jumped backward.
He latched a well-muscled arm around my waist, halting my escape. “Down boy?”
He inexorably dragged the fur throw from my body, naughty eyes roaming down the length of my figure. “I’m not an animal to be ordered about, Astrid.”
His nose skimmed up the side of my neck to my ear.
Breath shivered from my parted lips. “You acted like one last night
“Little one, I haven’t even begun to fully unleash myself on you.” Cupping my ass, he laughed, and the sensual threat of his words made my pussy pulse in anticipation.
“One kiss and then I’ll take you exploring. Show you anything you want.”
“Wait!”
His head tilted in curiosity as I halted him with hands pressed against his chest.
“I want to know about these first.” My fingers skimmed over the many skin markings that decorated his body. “Then I’ll grant you a kiss.”
“They’re like tattoos, I guess you could say. But they denote the passage of time, the important events in my life.”
“Fascinating,” I murmured, tracing one mystical-looking rune-like design on his shoulder then down to the two on either side of his chest. “What about these?”
