His heated breath hit her cheek as he leaned closer but he didn’t kiss her, instead, the only kisses he gave came from his panting alone as he tentatively explored her sex as she had explored his.
“Do I...?” he stopped and she squinted her eyes open, slowly losing his golden features to the early evening haze.
“What?”
He planted his knees down and moved her pelvis upward until her butt rested on his thighs, and he pressed his free arm next to her head to keep above her. His wings were ramrod straight behind, mirroring the erectness of his ornate dick. Their mouths hovered close, a hairbreadth difference, but she couldn’t make the move to kiss him, to lock their lips. She was afraid that she’d lose what was left of her soul if she did.
“Do I push in?” he asked as he swirled his finger around in a slow, agonizing circle, each brief pass pressing deliciously, heavily against her g-spot until it moved around again in an effort to stretch her but not being able to do so.
The sweat between her breasts trickled down to her belly and her brow beaded as she fought his tortuous ministrations, rolling her hips to the movement of his finger. “Yes.”
He pressed his hand hard against her pussy, sending her reeling.
“Oh, god yes!”
“Divinity,” he corrected, the strain in his voice borderline dangerous. “Lusheenn,” he continued.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She grabbed his wrist and pressed it harder against her pussy, vibrating from the pressure. It was almost enough to achieve relief from... almost. “If I’m wet—” she moaned and arched up. “If I’m wet enough, you just—just line the tip of your—member—” she broke off with another moan as his hand assaulted her, “—where your finger is. If I’m wet enough, you’ll slide in.”
He removed his hand and she screeched in frustration, sending strange birds flying from the trees around them.
“Quiet, Yahiro.” His order had her scrunching her face but he lifted up into a crouch, his body heat disappearing with him, and spread her legs out even wider. She held back her distress long enough to see him staring at her opening with hunger.
“Quist, if you don’t enter me now I’m going to die.”
“Die!?” he snapped his gaze to hers, shocked.
She tossed her head back and writhed her hips closer to him, displaying herself. “Yes. Die,” the word ended on a strangled moan.
Within the next moment he lifted up, aligned his cockhead with her pussy, and pressed into her. Yahiro squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered. When he made no progress, she careened upward and caught his strained shoulders. One of his arms instantly banded her to him.
“More,” she gasped. “We’re compatible. More,” she reassured as she sat down on his thick, beaded, golden, metal shaft.
A groaning, whining, gruff exhale seethed through his bared teeth as he pushed up into her. The sounds coming out of the alien became deeper and stranger as he stretched every slick inch of her until he was completely settled and fully sheathed.
The effort left her breathless and she placed her slick brow on his shoulder. Her body needed more, needed an explosion, but also time to adjust to his girth and the sensation of a half a hundred baubled piercings.
A blood-thirsty god couldn’t steal her away from this moment, nor the oncoming crash of a spaceship. Not even a wormhole that would take her back to Earth.
“Yahiro.” The deep plea shook her to the core. The knot in her belly tightened.
She leaned up and pressed her cheek to his. “Hold me.”
And when his arms came around her and his wings followed suit, she pressed her heels into the dirt and moved. Her motions were jerky, uncoordinated, but Quist didn’t seem to care. His fingers dug into her back as she found her pace, his body tense and unmoving as she used him. She couldn’t remember a time where she had so much control during sex.
Yet she didn’t feel like she hadanycontrol at all. The restriction grew with each hard, pressing rub of his golden baubles over her g-spot. Her own strangled breaths filled the air and when she reached around him to hold onto the stems of his wings, Quist broke apart in her embrace.
She was suddenly pressed flat into the mossy grass as he drove into her hard. The soft, wondering trial vanished into the mist, leaving nothing behind but their mutual frustration and need.
He pistoned into her, fast, jerking, pushing and pressing and erratic. It was unrestrained and animalistic, and she was swept up in it. He nipped and gnawed on her flesh, and his feathers fell in waves around them, shaken off by the sudden chaos. She tried to move with him, her chipped nails biting into his flesh, but couldn’t find a singular rhythm to follow.
She screamed as he hit her g-spot one instant, her clit the next, but never long enough to send her reeling over the edge. The frustration built and she tore at him, and the more she tried to retake some control, the harder he pressed her to the ground and restrained her body.
She was on the verge of begging when his cock expanded and stopped, followed by a burning gush of liquid, and the moment it filled her, her orgasm hit.
Yahiro bit his arm as her legs fell away from his hips and she seized, feeling the thick, hot alien seed continue to pump deep inside. Her body drank it up, paralyzed but for her pulsating quim and her womb feasting on what he spewed into her like she was a starving, abandoned animal. She tried to move, to wiggle but made no progress. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Quist reared back and began anew.
Time was lost somewhere, left behind the moment his feather brushed her clit and she didn’t know how many times Quist used and came inside of her, but when he finished, the breath of night-cold air was heavenly on her heated flesh. Her limbs were rocks she could no longer lift and her body was more alive than ever before. No enhanced drug or blissful hallucinogenic haze could compare.
