“I have not given you permission to speak, my trothka,” Mozok said, moving his finger down her chest, gently over her sternum, down to her belly button, then lower, until he grazed her pubic mound, her outer lips, and then—leaving her pussy wanting—whisked his hand away. Mina’s chest was moving rapidly; she felt almost completely out of control. “I ordered you to do so,” Mozok said, leaning closer so that his breath grazed her earlobe.
Mina’s head was light and she felt detached from herself.
“Yes,” she whispered hurriedly, once she dredged her mind for the question he had asked her.
Mozok stood back, smiling smugly. Mina had to concentrate very hard on meeting his eyes, keeping her own from betraying her desires. She would not let this alien know that she wanted to see him, to reach out and feel him… That she was actually feeling a watering hunger in her mouth as she considered what he was saying, and demanding, that she do.
She wouldn’t let him have the pleasure.
“Excellent,” Mozok said. “It is much the same. Perhaps you will even succeed in thanking me to my satisfaction.”
He put a hand out on her head, and gently began to push her toward the floor. Mina lowered her body rigidly, her pulse racing, her eyes directed straight ahead until she believed he could no longer determine what she was looking at. It was impossible, as her face moved slowly downward to his firm abdomen, not to drop her gaze to take in his male member.
Like a Human cock, it was phallic in shape, and seemed hard—it was firm and pointed out from his body, pulsing slightly. Unlike a Human member, however, it was all smooth, and the bulbous crown seemed thicker, larger, and more—
Mina stopped her thoughts again, but not before thinking the word, “appetizing.”
Her knees were on the floor, and she looked up at Mozok, awaiting instruction.
“Thank me,” Mozok said, lifting his cock with one hand to just in front of her lips. “Open your mouth and please me until I am satisfied.”
Mina opened her mouth. The scent of Mozok was actually intoxicating. She had been expecting something else more foreign, more disturbing, perhaps even repellent. Instead, he smelled much like a Human male, only somehow more masculine, as if there was a level of strength or power that tweaked the musky, male scent of him.
She dropped her eyes to look at his cock as she tipped her head forward and began to take him into her mouth.
His hand moved immediately beneath her chin and tapped her lightly. “A proper thank you,” he said, “requires that you show your complete submission. I like to look down into the eyes of my females while they pleasure me. I can feel their gratitude more fully.”
The taste of his cock—and the substance that leaked from the tip of it like Human precum—had reached Mina’s senses, and it was unfamiliar and indescribable, but unlike Human cum, not excessively bitter or unpleasant. It was simply salty, and almost sweet.
But when she lifted her eyes to meet his, she felt the full power of his dominance, and that feeling of erotic humiliation washed over her again, inexplicable even to herself. Her pussy throbbed, her eyes watered, and her jaw ached, but she managed to take him into her mouth, all the way to her throat.
As she swallowed his smooth shaft, however, it began to pulse with great strength. There was nothing alarming about this in and of itself; after all, Humans were much the same. But with each pulse, the thickness of his cock grew, and her jaw began to feel stretched to accommodate him. Against her tongue and palate, she could feel something moving beneath the surface of his cock, like the flow of blood in the veins of a Human, but everywhere.
Mozok watched her as she struggled to take more of him into her throat but could not. She briefly closed her eyes but opened them to meet his gaze again. She could hear her own labored breathing in her nostrils, as she struggled to take more of him in.
The strange thing was that she wanted to fit him entirely inside of her mouth, even into her throat. She had an urge like she had never before experienced, to take him fully and massage him with her throat, to feel him all the way from her lips to the hollow of her neck. And while she’d certainly enjoyed pleasuring men before, it was not the same feeling: this was more a desire to please herself by gobbling him up and feeling his pulsing member deep in her throat, than a desire to please him.
Wasn’t it?
Mozok was looking down at her with an expression she could not read. She strained to take in more and more of him, but he seemed to be getting larger, the bulbous head of his member starting to swell at the back of her throat.
Voso spoke in a low voice, and Mozok seemed to shrug himself from a fevered dream before slowly moving his cock from her mouth.
Mina followed him, trying to get him back inside of her throat, but he placed a hand on her forehead and spoke in Herstrakaa to Voso, who came around immediately behind Mina and placed his hands on her head.
Mozok looked down at her as Voso moved her head for her, but never so far forward that Mozok’s cock reached the back of her throat again. She swiped at his slightly salty skin with her tongue, and sucked hard, attempting to lure him into her deeper, but Voso resisted her attempts, applying pressure backward.
And then, quite suddenly, it was apparent why: the fat end of Mozok’s cock swelled very suddenly, forming a large bulb that would have blocked her throat if it had swelled there.
Well, Mina thought. That is interesting.
“It is normal. Continue to thank me,” Mozok said, his breathing disturbed.
Mina noticed that he very quickly stole a glance at Voso and looked almost worried.
Inside her mouth, she swiped her tongue along the smooth bottom of the crown of Mozok’s cock, not sure what would happen next but driven by a desire that she did not understand, a desire to please that came naturally to her in that moment. The desire, in fact, surprised her, but she had no control over herself. It was as if the movement of her tongue and the pulses that Mozok’s cock responded with drove her to a frenzy. She could think of nothing else but pleasing him, even if she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.
The contact between them, through his eyes, had a hypnotic effect, and temporarily she felt lulled into a state that she would have called meditative. It was not truly like that, though, because her mind was not cleared of all thought, but rather consumed by a single drive: to please Mozok. Even the dominance that he exerted over her was pleasing; she enjoyed being on her knees, gratifying him. It was not something she had ever experienced before.
