They worked me in absolutely delicious ways that I’m not sure a cock could. I clench the muscles of my sex as I think about how they coiled inside me. One of the brothers fucked me senseless, while the other stroked my G-spot until I squirted.
I can say, with complete confidence, that I was convinced squirting wasn’t something I could do. Until last night, no other male, human or alien, has ever made me feel like Kitaico did.
But for as good as it was, I could tell we both wanted more. In the haze of the heat, I wanted him to fuck me. Something primal inside me wanted him to ignore my rules and to fuck me until his cum leaked down my thighs.
Just the thought of his purple seed dripping down my legs has heat pooling at my core. I’m not sure where the fuck this newfound breeding kink is coming from, but I’d put my money on the heat-inducing venom still pulsing through my veins.
Kitaico groans, arching his back and pulling in a deep breath. As the air hits his lungs, his eyes shoot open. He blinks rapidly, attempting to clear the sleep from his vision.
“Did I sleep so long it’s already time for your next heat?” he asks in a panic.
“What? No…Why on earth would you think that?” I ask before I feel the tiny bead of wetness drip down my thigh.
Oh, because he can probably smell you getting turned on.
Shaking my head no, I press my thighs together, hoping to conceal the aroma I’m sure he’s already smelled.
Kitaico turns to me, tilting his head and cocking a brow as he examines my face.
“You certainly don’t seem as enthusiastic as you did earlier…despite how good you smell.” He rushes the last part out as he stands. His once soft cock seems to be reacting to my scent as it bulges past the swath of tentacles.
“Thank you for allowing me that…that experience last night, Leeenuh. I will treasure it always,” he whispers as he leans over me, his arms reaching for my bound wrist.
“No problem.” I gulp, keeping myself from letting his mere presence arouse me any further.
I think unsexy thoughts as he frees my first wrist. Baseball, the way my Great-Aunt Mildred's house smelled,Old Yeller, algebra…
“If you’ll allow it, I think adding my tongue to the list of things allowed to pleasure you would be very good for both of us.” Kitaico’s breath fans over my neck as he unties my other hand.
“Oh, yeah sure, totally…” Imagining his tongue on my pussy is not helping this situation at all.
He pulls back, trying to grasp what I’m saying.
“Would that be alright, Leeenuh?” Kitatico asks in earnest.
I can’t meet his gaze, so I cast my eyes down and nod. I hate the blush spreading from my chest to my cheeks.
If he’s as good with his tongue as he was with his other limbs, I might not be able to wait until the next heat.
When my wrists are both free, I wrap the blanket tightly around my shoulders. I take a deep breath and let the thought I just had hit me.
Am I fucking hot for Kitaico, beyond the venom?
Do I want more than sex with the bizarre, thoughtful, attractive, tentacled alien that is stretching in front of me now?
I wrack my brain for any inkling of this being from a chemical reaction from the sting or something more.
Kitaico pads over to the other side of the cave to the “shower,” flexing the sinewy muscles of his sides, and letting the water hit his rock-hard abdominal muscles. He tilts his chin back, splashing the water over his face and through the tentacles on his head. He rubs his hand over the dried purple remnants of his cum on his stomach, washing the evidence of our time together back into the ocean beyond the relief hole.
My chest tightens and I suddenly feel as though I’m spying on Kitaico. It’s not like getting me off wasn’t intimate, but there’s something telling me that to look at him now is wrong.
Maybe I should look away, but for as intimate as his actions are, it doesn’t feel like I shouldn’t be part of them. My mouth parts, and I breathe a little heavier as he grips his cock and pushes the last bit of leaking seed from its tip. He steps out, shaking the water from his head’s tentacles before he catches me gawking at him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have offered this to you first.” He frowns. “Would you like to clean up?”
I nod and rush over to where the alien Adonis stands, still dripping with water.
I didn’t think that the water wasn’t going to be warm, and I rush into the steady stream that falls down the cave’s wall. I yelp as it makes contact with my skin, the cold causing the hairs on my body to stand on end.
