“If you won’t let me look at you, look at me, tell me if we’re compatible,” his strained voice demanded. He pressed her open palms on either side of his erection and she wasn’t even bothered by his forwardness.
Yahiro wrapped her fingers around his length, feeling its hardness through his cloth pants, thankful for the similarities in shape to a human male. Except... it felt off. She swallowed and leaned up to explore him further, gripping him harder, trying to figure out if it was something under the cloth that made his shaft have texture, or if it wasn’t in the cloth at all and that the bumps she felt were actually part of his dick. He placed his hands back on her thighs as she tried to move the excess material around.
“What are those bumps?” She slipped the corded belt from his pants and paused, looking up and waiting for his assurance.
“Sun piercings.”
“That’s—that’s a lot of bumps. Can I see it?”
His lips lifted up into a lazy smirk, one that should never grace the mouth of an angel, let alone an alien that looked like one. “So you’re curious about our compatibility, human Yahiro? Not all valos are built the same.”
Her hands strangled the excess cloth on his lower hips, suddenly way too nervous about what she might find. Quist tickled his feathers up and down her arms and over her exposed back. It did little to soothe the ache or reassure her. If anything, the fact that he had feathers sent an image of a feathered dick to her head.
She’d been through a lot down in William’s dungeon but this... nothing prepared her for this.
“What’s that face for? Have I hurt you?”
“No.” She swallowed. “You haven’t hurt me once yet. I kinda wish I had a genitalia textbook that I could read somewhere private and alone. I’d settle for an explicit webpage on the anatomy of valos, or-or an intellectual seminar.” She ended with a cough, her gaze locked on the tent of his pants.
“I don’t know what a genitalia textbook or webpage words are. A smart seminar would be an intel gathering?” Yahiro laughed hearing Quist try and say the Americanized words.
“Never mind,” she chuckled softly, breathlessly. “None of that has anything to do with you or this place.” She imagined trying to explain to him what the internet was and quickly gave up. The hands on her thighs lifted and cupped her breasts. She jerked as he pinched her nipples. “Too much!”
“They were going soft.”
“—because I was distracted—”
“By my erect member?”
He let go of her and tugged down his pants. A very stiff, incredibly beautiful, alien cock presented itself in front of her face. The smell of sweet sugar and hops filled her nose. Yahiro scooted back a foot so he no longer straddled her waist, putting some distance between her lips and his curved tip.
“Will it fit inside you?”
She barely heard his words as her eyes went wide at what she was seeing. It caught a lone ray of the setting sun and glittered like polished gold.
“Yes,” she choked out and wasn’t prepared when he tugged her legs out from underneath him and thrust them open.To check for himself.
The bumps on his cock weren’t bumps at all. They were indeed piercings, dozens of them, the same kind that were around his nipples and down the curves of his arm. Except they weren’t in any particular design; they were everywhere.
She reached out to take him in her hand and checked, not bothered that he had no testicles, but more concerned with the fact that every square inch of his cock had at least three beautifully polished baubles. The tip of her pointer finger was small enough to trail across the spaces of unpierced skin.
“You did this to yourself?” No man would go through so much pain.
He didn’t answer her and when she tore her gaze from his shaft to look at him, it was to find him staring intently between her legs. A slight breeze slipped through and she tried to clench her thighs shut but he held her still.
“Quist?”
He pushed her legs up and held her in place, forcing her to lie back on the cold moss, regardless of her struggles. Familiar embarrassment flooded her but he seemed unconcerned by it.
“What’re you doing?”
“Which one is your opening to receive me?” he asked, trailing a finger from her clit to her back bud. “I see two.”
“Quist!” Yahiro couldn’t have been more on fire if the sun were directly overhead and boring down on them. She grabbed hold of his wrist but her attempts to move him away were deterred. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me,” she whispered, squeezing everything shut but it only made her feel that much more empty.
He stopped and bowed over her, covering her completely, pressing her into the ground. “I would never hurt you,” he whispered over her lips. Quist pressed his chest into hers and she could feel the nips of his piercings tease over her naked flesh. The tip of his cock brushed back and forth between her legs. He lifted her legs up to hook around his waist. “Where do I put it?” His eyes went dark with craving.
“Here,” she choked out, losing her mind to the deepening shadows and the spitfire desire in her body. The instant connection she had felt for him burst apart any doubts she had. She guided his hand back between her legs and pressed his middle finger to her pussy, already wet and clenching with the need to wrap around something, anything, preferably his cock. His finger slowly delved in, probing and testing her quim. “It stretches,” she gasped, tilting her head back. She released his hand and moved her hips to feel more of his finger inside of her.
