I guess that’s part of our repertoire now, she mused, a happy little smile plastered on her face.
“What?” he asked, noting her glee.
“Nothing. Just reveling inthis.”
“As am I, my dearest. As am I. And I do hate to be the one to put an end to our frolic, but we really must be going. As I said, and you so expertly countered last night, I still have a responsibility to protect you, and lingering here would be unwise. We need to get to my village, and sooner than later.”
“Oh, fine,” she grumbled, making as if she was going to rollout of bed but instead sliding down his exquisite body, his semi-hard cock suddenly finding its way into her mouth. “Oops,” she said, licking his shaft. “How did that happen?”
“Mariaaaaahhh,” he started to protest, his words fading to moans as she slipped her lips over the thick head of his cock and sucked hard, making it swell up fast, his erection rigid in an instant despite their earlier activities. The man could seemingly come over and over, going for more rounds than she could count. It was a challenge she was very happy to accept.
She bobbed her head slowly, shifting from the frantic pace of earlier, this time maintaining the most suction possible as she took him deeper in her mouth, her tongue swishing side-to-side on the bottom of his manhood, coaxing out a trickle of salty pre-cum.
His hands rested on her head, but he didn’t push or pull, but simply slid his fingers through her hair, moving with her as she sucked his glorious member.
Maria cupped his balls, gently teasing and pulling as her mouth worked him over. She had an idea, and he’d already said he liked it, so with that go-ahead in place she slipped a finger into her mouth, coating it with spit, then pressed it against his asshole. She felt him tense, then relax, inviting her inside. She slid her digit in all the way, his alien prostate bigger than a human’s, pushing firmly against her finger, pulsating in a way she’d never felt the few times she’d experimented with prostate play with a partner back home.
“Ohhh,” he groaned, more pre-cum trickling out as she massaged him from inside while bringing him to the edge with her oral skills. “I—I,” he gasped, momentarily losing the ability for coherent speech. He was going to come, she could feel it, and she wanted every drop of it. Her other hand slid between her legs, rubbing her thrumming clit, her passion increasing with his.
She moved her mouth a tiny bit faster, her finger increasing its pressure at the same time, coaxing him over the edge. His body tensed, his cock swelling even more as his climax slammed into him, a gush of hot cum splashing into her waiting mouth. Maria didn’t slow or stop, but kept going, taking his overly sensitive cock to new heights. He thrashed with almost too much pleasure, but somehow kept from jerking too much, not wanting to hurt her accidentally.
Maria appreciated the consideration almost as much as she enjoyed the power she felt, taking this imposing mountain of a man and making him hers. It was incredibly hot, and she was ready to come, but not like this.
“I want to come on your cock,” she growled, straddling him in a flash and lowering herself onto his wonderful length, her hand still working her clit as she bottomed out on him. “Oh fuck!” she gasped, her insides pulsing hard as she clenched up in a wonderful explosion of climactic bliss.
She rode him a moment longer, drawing it out, then flopped down, blissfully content. He took her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, their tongues dancing as they shared his cum, their desire waning, but only barely.
Maria rolled off him and stood up. “Okay,” she said, shaking off the post-climactic fuzz in her head. “You said we’ve gotta go. But breakfast first?”
He grinned wide as he rose, a look of absolute adoration in his eyes. “I think that would be delightful.”
They managed to keep their hands off each other long enough to get outside, their clothing laundered and mended where their escape had taken its toll. Breakfast was a casual affair but no less delicious than dinner the night before. A selection of items was available, and they sampled many, enjoying both sweet and savory as they refueled their bodies from their exceptionally robust exertion.
It was as they finished their meal that the receptionist-slash-concierge came to them.
“The new guests have arrived, and the transport is standing by to take you home,” she said.
“Thank you so much for your hospitality. It has been wonderful,” Zepharos replied.
Maria nodded her agreement. “Yeah, thank you. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
“I am so glad to hear it,” she said, turning to Zepharos with a knowing smile. “I hope your stay with us was pleasurable.”
Zepharos felt a slight blush rise to his cheeks. “It was. You were quite right.”
“I’m so glad to hear it,” she replied with a little wink. “Please, do visit us again.”
After the stay they’d just had, both of them very much liked that idea. But for now there was something more pressing on the agenda. Getting home.
The transport lifted off silently, stabilizing dampeners negating any G-force effects the passengers might feel as it sped off. This was the first time Maria had experienced this sort of travel, and she found it delightful.
“Nowthisis futuristic.”
“You call it futuristic. We call ittoday,” he cracked back.
“Ha-ha. So says the man raised as a Luddite.”
“Awhat?”
