by Sabrina Kade
“Iriel,” I correct. “And yes. We all have fangs.”
“May I see yours again?”
“You want to?” I press my lips together in a hard line. “But you seemed so frightened… I do not… I do not want to frighten you further.”
Her thin eyebrows bunch together before she shakes her head and rises on her knees. My cock gets a much-needed break from her body rubbing against it, but the air is still lonely without it. A small hand reaches towards my mouth, and I swear I come undone. My pants pull painfully against my dick. I want to remove them, so it has room to breathe, but I’m so focused when her fingers pull gently at my lips, that I almost gasp in surprise.
“There they are,” she whispers, touching her finger to the tip of my right fang. “And, and those things aren’t poisonous, are they?”
I shake my head. Mine aren’t. I’ll leave it at that.
Plus, the quieter and calmer I am, the more curious Blythe becomes with exploring me. She seems most interested in the parts of her that are different on me, brushing against the scales on my cheekbones and under my left eye. I lick my lips, hoping that I don’t come in my pants. I want Blythe to feel safe this close to me, but if I don’t get to the washroom to relieve myself when she is done, I fear how little control I will have with her.
Her curious hands lower past my stomach and hips, teasing the erection between my legs.
“Men all are the same,” she pants.
“I do not understand,” I whisper back, not wanting to break the silence between us.
“You’re hard.”
“We already went through this.” I chuckle. “And though I am trying to be nice, Blythe, I must warn you. If you keep touching me there, I’ll have to pleasure you.”
“So why don’t you?”
My lips purse. “Because, I know it’s not something you truly want yet, but something you think you owe me.” Now more than ever.
“I don’t understand why you won’t just do it,” she mutters. “I mean, it would be so much easier, wouldn’t it?”
“Easier for whom?”
She doesn’t answer, lowering her attention back to my dick. I can’t say I’m complaining, but I worry sometimes. I worry I’m too big for her. And though Blythe is small, she isn’t one of the smaller ones in the group she came with, and Hujun is considerably bigger than I. Why did the research show that Sidyths would be so compatible with humans? It doesn’t make sense. My dick looks downright enormous near her tiny, curious hands, and my resolve to not take advantage of her is weakening with each gentle caress.
“You should stop this,” I whisper.
“Why?” she asks. “Isn’t this what you want?”
My eyes lock with hers. “You know it is. You saw how much I want you. You saw how easily I would kill for you.”
“And you barely know me.”
“And I barely know you,” I admit. “But I want to get to know you.” I lower my hand and tilt her chin away from my dick. “I want you to get to know me as much as you get to know my cock.”
And she laughs. Oh, Stars and Moons, she laughs.
It’s beautiful. I hiss with pleasure.
Is this new to her? I’m not demanding she pleasure me. I’m not taking advantage of her, and yet, she’s almost begging me for sex. I want to know it’s because she wants me and not because she thinks I will hurt her otherwise. Because as much as I want to give her pleasure, I want her to enjoy it. I want her to beg me because she knows I’ll make her feel so incredible that another moment cannot pass until I pleasure her again. And again.
“We don’t have to exchange pleasure, Blythe. There are plenty of other things we can do until you are more comfortable with me.”
She arches an eyebrow, growing curious once again. This does seem to be new territory for her, and with a woman who’s been around the galaxies, I find some pride in discovering something new to do with her.
“Like what?”
I gather her in my arms; she’s so light that it’s practically effortless to cradle her body so our lips can touch. She’s needy for me, I can smell her arousal, and that makes me so much less worried as I take her over to the bed, continuing to kiss her gently. Her tongue is trying to touch my fangs, and though it’s a weird sensation, it’s not unpleasant. I part my lips to allow her more access, and she continues to explore my mouth the same way she explored my scales moments ago. I lay her on the bed, but her arms tighten around my neck, and I groan with pleasure.
She wants me to keep holding her. I don’t want to let her go.
I deepen our kisses as she lifts a hand to my face and strokes the scales above my cheekbone, which makes me even harder. She’s so tiny in my arms; it’s almost too easy to keep her steady and protected in my grasp. But the selfish man in me wants more. I finally grasp one of her large breasts, enjoying the idea that this is one part of her that seems to be made for me. My hands are big, but her breasts fill them. I lower her to the bed, so at last, so I can continue my exploration for a change.
“Oh God,” she mutters when I tease her nipples beneath her top. “Oh God, I changed my mind. I’m not scared anymore.”
I lower my kisses to those glorious breasts, sucking on each nipple carefully through her top. Her back arches and her hips buck, begging for more.
“These were made for me.” I make a show of taking a handful of her left breast. She smiles, and I’m about to come undone. My dick is so hard. It can’t take anymore, but I must restrain myself.
“Did you hear me, Korben?” she asks, taking my face in her tiny hands. My puzzled expression must be funny, because she pulls her hands away and lifts off her top, exposing her body to me. “Please… fuck me. I want you to. I want you.”
A small, confident smile finds its way on to my face, and I dip my head, tasting the skin between her breasts and drop my attention all the way to the top of her skirt. She smells amazing. The scent of her arousal is already mixing in with the heady scent down here. My kisses grow more urgent as now there’s more skin for me to explore, and her moans make it difficult to focus on anything that happened earlier.
I want to be here. Now. Licking my Chosen.
“Are you sure?” I hiss, curling a single finger under her skirt. “I do not want to force you.”
“Does it feel like I’m being forced?” she asks, taking my hand and thrusting it between her thighs.
She’s soaking wet.
My eyes light up, and it only takes me a moment to peel off my shorts and her skirt before I’m back on her again. She’s so soft and warm, and she’s wetter than ever when I brush against her pussy. She’s enjoying this. Maybe she no longer feels this is something she has to do, but something she wants to do.
“Are you sure you’re okay? That you’re not hurt?” I figure it’s worth checking one more time.
Blythe’s wordless expression gives me the answer I need to know.
I lower my head. Even if we are going to have sex eventually, I must taste her now.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
CHAPTER NINE
Blythe
Yes.
It shouldn’t be so much of a victory to get Korben to fuck me finally, but he’s so confusing that I’m left with no alternative. The man is downright terrifying, but he’s also careful and gentle when it comes to me. I should be scared. I know that, but my pussy is so needy that I’m willing to overlook his behavior earlier. After all, I’m the one who didn’t listen. He’s the one who came to my aid. And now finally, he’s admitting that he’s underestimated me. It’s a small victory for humankind, but a giant victory for a human whore.
I lean back against the pillows and spread my legs, relieved that we were able to get past what transpired earlier. It would have been so easy for him to cast me out. To beat and fuck me senseless, but instead, Korben talked to me. The alien talked to me. He might be a good owner. A kind owner. One who will kill for me, but fall to his knees in wonder and respect when I open my legs.
I gasp out and stare at the muddy ceiling overhead as Korben’s face disappears, gripping the blankets for the inevitable first lick.
And then it comes. And honestly, I almost do too.
“Oh, fuck me,” I mutter, knowing this is my standby moan when I’m truly turned on. Korben’s scaled tongue can work some magic in my pussy, but there’s so much juice that he doesn’t even need to work for it.
But he does. Oh God, he does.
“More.” The licks increase their pacing. It doesn’t take much before I’m writhing and moaning like high school virgin. It’s incredible, but damnit, I want more. So much more. I remember his beautiful foot long rainbow dick, and nothing excites me more than the prospect of having it inside of me. “I need more, Korben,” I gasp, hoping that he can now read minds. “Please.”
Apparently not because his licking shifts into another gear, growing more furious and harder to handle.
“Oh… oh God!” I moan. It’s too much. He’s too much. I’ve never had a man – humanoid or not – tend to my pussy with such care and finesse. It’s like this bastard has been training his whole life to give head. I want to hand him a degree. Masters. No, a doctorate. A post-doctorate! “My God!” I yelp when an orgasm hits me. It comes so fast and hard I swear I’m flying at the ceiling, stomach first and crashing back to the bed before I can gather myself. He’s. Too. Fucking. Good. At. This.
“More. Please.” I’m barely able to keep my composure.
I want so much more.
If his forked, scaled tongue can make me come that hard, what’s his dick going to do?
I want to find out.
“More…” Korben’s voice rumbles from within my legs, and I shudder, almost coming undone already. But he gives me a break, lifting his head with a smile on his face. A full smile. A smile where he’s no longer trying to hide his fangs from me. “You are a greedy, human, aren’t you?” I can tell he’s teasing, but that doesn’t stop a blush from forming on my cheeks. “Don’t misunderstand, I love it. I want to give you everything, Blythe. Are you sure this is something you want?”
I nod greedily. I want to scream it from the rooftops. YES. YES, I’M FUCKING READY FOR YOU TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY PUSSY.
Hmmm, I shouldn’t say all of that, and so I wordlessly agree, and his cock twitches in excitement.
“Alright,” he says thickly, pulling his face away from my legs and coming towards mine for another kiss.
I have to be honest, I’m not a fan of tasting myself on a man’s lips, but with Korben, it’s so intimate. I can taste what he tastes. I’m earthy and musky. I want more of myself on him and more of him in me. The massive head of his cock teases my entrance, and I’m all but humping the bed for quicker entry. The look on his face seems to ask me to be patient, but I’m tired of being patient. It’s not me. I haven’t had to be patient in years, and most of the time I’m either praying for it to be over with or praying it never starts in the first place.
But it’s different with Korben. I see that now, and ultimately, I feel it now too.
Korben doesn’t want me to pleasure him. He wants to give pleasure to me.
And then, he slips inside, bringing his nose to mine as he enters.
“You alright?” he asks.
“You could say that,” I say with a smile. The scales are like the deepest of ridges. And though it’s been years since I’ve had sex with a human man, I can tell it’s similar to this experience. Only better. He’s bigger. Thicker. And scaled.
Ribbed for my fucking pleasure. Literally.
I fist handfuls of his thick light hair to hold myself steady as he pumps inside of me, pushing my hips to find a rhythm. No, scratch that. I don’t want to find the rhythm. I want to make a masterpiece musical theater performance with Korben. I’m so close already, and it’s only been a few deep thrusts, and for once, I thank the Gods for not being a virgin because he’s huge – stretching me out to maximum capacity. I couldn’t take much more length or girth without a little warm up first. As it is, things are incredible just the way we are.
What did Korben say about my breasts? That they were made for him?
Well, I must add another item to the list. My pussy seems to be made for him as well.
I’m clawing at the blanket again after only a few more strokes. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s hot, or maybe it’s the fact that it feels like I’m desired for the first time in years for something other than a talking pussy, but it doesn’t take much longer before I come undone. The shivers building inside of me are like thousands of bee stings on my thighs all at once, and I clutch Korben closer to me as my body spasms with another orgasm. He slows but doesn’t stop as another quick wave washes over me and the aftershocks follow, each feeling better and deeper than the last.
He’s coming with me, not pulling out, but I don’t care.
They said we’d be carriers, right? I’m just getting a heads up on my supposed assignment.
A hiss fills my ears, and his grip becomes dangerously tight as he comes, and I try not to let the exquisite pain show on my features as he finishes, but he’s so strong. This must be hard for him too, keeping his composure when every other organ in his body demands to be let go. He strains to lift his body over mine, so he doesn’t crash on me, but I have to say I would have welcomed his weight if he wasn’t able to do so.
Our eyes lock.
“Well, fuck me,” I say thickly.
He sucks in an unsteady breath before dropping a kiss to my temple.
“Not terrible, right?”
Is he asking me? Oh man, this alien is going to be my undoing. I’ve never been asked before if something’s good for me – as a whore or even a regular girl back home. But Korben’s intense yellow eyes are searching mine for confirmation that this is still something I want. Is he serious? How could I not want this? How could I have ever doubted him? He’s scary, yes. He’s gruff, of course. And he’s a Sidyth – a race with one of the most horrible reputations in the universe. But that’s what makes Korben so special. I’m dipping my toes into the dangerous ends of the deep waters of being a human whore, but I’m not sure I care anymore.
Not if he continues to give me orgasms, like the ones I’ve received.
Would it be so terrible to see Korben as something more than a client or an owner? Could I come to like him as a person? Could we become friends, even? True lovers? The idea seems so foreign that honestly, I’m not even sure what to do with it at first.
“Blythe?”
My eyes lift. Right. I never answered Korben’s question.
Smiling, I grab his face in my hands and pull him close, crushing my lips against his in a desperate kiss. I have to remember this moment. If everything else turns to shit tomorrow, or if I have to be with someone else before my assignment is over. If this assignment is nothing more than a bachelor party. I want to remember this exact moment. Korben’s yellow eyes are softening at mine. His tongue tangled with mine. His lips molded against mine. The words from his mouth. I want to remember and treasure all of it.
“It was the best I’ve ever had.”
His eyes widen. I’m not sure if he believes me, but the greatest gift I can give to him is my honesty.
“Seriously,” I say. “And thank you.”
“Thank you?” He curiously arches a brow. “Blythe, I am the one who should be thanking you.”
It’s a moment of firsts tonight, I guess. No one, human, alien, boyfriend, or client has ever thanked me before.
“Go to sleep,” he whispers, kissing my forehead. “Tomorrow you’re going to see the others, right?”
I fall back in a daze. “Right,” I say, too happy to try keeping my voice from shaking.
Being here with Korben almost doesn’t feel real.
I can only hope the others are half as happy as I am in this exact moment.
***
The following morning, I’m creepily excited about seeing the others. I try to remember how long it’s been sinc
e we first arrived, but I decide it doesn’t even matter. I’m happy, and not much can ruin this moment. It’s hard to believe that I was so frightened only a few hours before. Seeing some of the other Sidyths, having one grab me, and watching Korben go ape-shit about it, I should be terrified.
Until I remember the multiple orgasms Korben gave me the night before and shivered with excitement as he eyes me with a strange expression.
“Don’t tell me you’re cold,” he asks, tugging on a pair of shorts.
“Yeah, right,” I say with a snicker. “It’s like ten billion degrees here.”
He cocks his head to the side. “I guess that’s supposed to mean that it’s incredibly warm, yes?”
“Uh, yeah,” I say, walking up to him and pointing out the various lamps. “And these things don’t help. Why do you need so many of them?”
“They’re Sun Rayers,” he explains. “Sidyths became grouchy and unreasonable if we are not under heat and light. The dark and damp makes us want to hibernate. I suppose I don’t need to mention that this had something to do with our exile. It’s no coincidence that we’ve been exiled to such a dank place. It is rainy, and I can’t complain about the temperature. And the sunny days above?” He seems to take in a deep breath, picturing it. “It makes it all worth it. My brothers and I will spend the entire day above the surface when it is sunny.”
I’m starting to understand how much of a punishment this is for Korben. I can’t understand how a king would exile his son, let alone a father at all for that matter. But is it that much different than what I did for my father? He didn’t exile me, but he didn’t exactly stop me from signing the papers. And when I told him that I was going away for a while and there’d be some money coming in, he didn’t even care enough to ask where I was going or what I was doing.
But I don’t want to focus on that. This is supposed to be a good day. And so, feeling more confident than I have in years, I stride to the doorway to push the curtain aside. “Should we go?”
