I drink him down as I listen to his grunts and hisses, riding his tail as it moves and flexes under me. His big hands palm my head and caress my body, roaming everywhere at once with a hunger that echoes my own need. Straddling his massive tail, I grind my hips, soaking through my panties, wetter than I’ve ever been before.
I squeeze his cock and he releases more for me to swallow. His seed tastes better than anything I’ve eaten in weeks, and I take everything he gives me, more than willing—indulgent.
“Female,” he groans.
“Male,” I purr back, my pussy constricting with the reality of the word right in my hands.
Sliding up and over his cock gets my panties even more wet. Gliding up and down his length, I let my head fall back as he takes my weight, holding me up with his huge hands practically encircling my waist. With him to keep me upright, I focus on rocking again along his length.
The rough ridges of his shaft run over my clit and, oversensitive from a myriad of sensations, I wince and moan at the same time. Clutching his wrists to use as a brace, I work my clit over his unusual knot, needy for reprieve. His seed, still pumping out, gets all over me, drenching my underwear and spreading from my front to back, slicking my movements into quick jerks. Incredible pressure floodsmy sex as the bundle of nerves tightens between my legs, so close…
Darolus hauls me against him and thrusts between us, hard and forceful.
I cry out as I climax, wiggling and twitching in his grip, the head of his huge cock ramming up into my clit. Dragged across his flesh, sleek with sweat and his seed and my own wetness, I breathlessly call out his name, whimpering with the intensity of my convulsions.
He thrusts harder and I cling to him as I feel his cock get bigger, though I don’t know how that’s even possible. And when he finally comes, he comes in bursts, the seed spilling between our bodies and onto the hides. His chest vibrates with ongoing, rough hisses as I sag, exhausted, against him, every muscle between my legs quivering. He closes his arms around me, holding me gently as he continues to thrust his cock between us through the last of his orgasm.
I catch my breath, more sated than I have been in a long time.
Settled on top of him, I only shift a bit as he slowly eases into his nest. After a few minutes, his breath evens out, and I rise up to look at him from where I rest on his warm chest. His eyes are closed and his lips are slightly parted, his features relaxed as if in sleep. I watch him for a moment, taking in his unique, almost human features—the points of his ears—before I settle my cheek back against him.
Slowly my head clears of sex and pheromones, and I close my eyes as well. However, my own sense of sweet relief quickly gets overshadowed when a twinge of guilt hits me. Though I’m half-asleep, the emotion weeds its way in. Now that I’m thinking more clearly, I wonder if Ipushed myself on him. He’s an alien who—in my best guess—has never had sex before. What if I went… too far…?
I bury my face more firmly against him, knowing that wherever my thoughts go, they're useless. I’m not going to find out if I made a huge mistake until he wakes up. But it’s hard to shut out the worry. All my life, that’s all I’ve been trying to do, is shut out the ever-persistent fear that I’m doing everything wrong because… I’m wrong. Because I’m just another abandoned dregs child. No one likes us. No one wants us around. Because we all grow up to be criminals and deviants and wastes of precious resources.
The thoughts have been plaguing me since Darolus brought me Annora’s goodbye note. It was easier wondering if they’d abandoned me than knowing for sure that they actually had. Though it’s not like I even really care. At least I don’t want to care… I was planning on leaving Weston’s crew andThe Wreckeventually anyway.
I try to refocus on Darolus, his scent, the rise and fall of his peaceful breathing, and the way my body feels instead of the nagging anxiety. Thankfully, the more I turn my attention to him, the easier it becomes to silence the thoughts.
Finding comfort in Darolus’s warmth, I eventually join him in drifting off to sleep.
I wake up at dusk, when the shadows are at their deepest before night takes over, with Darolus’s face between my legs.
Blinking back my grogginess, I feel his fingers spread my labia apart as his breath fans over them.
I startle violently, then freeze, inhaling sharply when his tongue swipes over me. My hips jut up into his face as I tense, readying to launch myself away, the sensations toooverwhelming, too surprising. Though I only get maybe an inch of distance before he catches me easily.
“Darolus,” I gasp as his hands cup my thighs to hold me in place, lying supine on the curve of his tail in the center of his nest. “What are you doing?” I lift my hips again only for him to jerk them back down.
“I will do what you did to me, female, and drink your body’s sweet liquid,” he hisses against me.
I shove up on my elbows to look down at him, deep blue and stunning in the blanket of shadows.
Determined, he respreads my labia and licks me again, his forked tongue tickling the sensitive nerves. My toes curl as pleasure sparks, and I drop back on his tail without another complaint. Submitting to him and the insistence of his alien mouth, I sigh out the last of my reserves, arching when his tongue grazes my clit. I just hope he didn’t destroy my panties getting them off of me.
I’ve always been quick to orgasm, so when his tongue drives over my clit several more times, a spike of deep, hot pleasure courses through me. Thrumming from the waves, I lift my legs to hike my knees over his shoulders and spread myself further out for him.
His tail shifts beneath me, angling me lower, further under him. Reaching for the tip of it, beside me, I bring it to my chest and hug it as I roll my hips into his tongue.
“You do not leak like I do.”
I moan when his tongue slides over my backside, and it takes me a moment to understand his words. “Females, human females—” I breathe out “—don’t. We can get really, really wet, though.”
“I want you in my mouth,” he growls, as if he doesn’t like my answer.
I slide my hand between us and guide him to my opening,knowing, in the back of my mind, that I’m playing with fire here. But I’m reckless at the best of times, and ready to feel anything other than what I have been feeling—abandonment—so I show him where he needs to go to taste me best. “Here. Lick me inside here. This is where you need to be and where your cock goes.”
His hot breath gusts over me for several long moments, and I stiffen, wondering how well he can see in the dark, what he’s thinking. I must look very different from a female naga…
