Turns out, Aloryk’s got impeccable stamina, and I’ve got an appetite for sex that I hadn’t ever truly been aware of. It was atotal plusthat I hadn’t suffocated him with my pussy, too. I am very happy to report that riding Aloryk’s face was quite possiblythe bestride of my life.
And his life, too - if the way his moans went straight to my clit were anything to go by.
I can still hear the strangled groan that escaped him the first time he pushed inside me. The look on his face was pure awe, and he couldn’t stop watching where we were joined. He was careful with me, for sure - and he was right to be. He is such a big guy, he had to give my body time to get used to the stretch. But Aloryk’s excitement and wonder for the whole act had turned me on so much, I don’t think I’d ever come so fast, or felt so full.
We’d spent the whole day exploring each other, and he’d‘given me his stars’so many times, I think my skin twinkled for most of the night, making me very grateful for my contraceptive hormone implant.
It was amazing, though.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so very wrapped up in someone else so completely. I don’t think I’ve ever trusted someone enough to even let it come close to happening. But I trust Aloryk. I trust his dream, I trust that look in his eye when he holds my gaze captive as he’s pumping into me. And I especially trust theway he moans my name every single time he comes. No guy has ever done that. It’s always been‘fuck’or‘oh, shit’, but never my name. And as crude as the topic is, I feel like that means something; to call out to another when your whole body is at the height of its pleasure, to name them when you’re at your most vulnerable, like you’re giving your orgasmto them. They own it, even if you’re the one feeling it.
I cried out Aloryk’s name a time or two as well. I think he liked it.
After the weird alien double suns started to set, Aloryk and I took a small break in our busy schedule of mind-melting orgasms to eat. He’d had to go out alone to retrieve the food because I was still lit up like a Christmas tree from all the sparkly stuff he’d so generously given me. After repeating about three times that ‘no, I would not be going out there so he can show me off wearing his stars,’ he’d finally relented.
After food, Aloryk not so subtly hinted that he wanted me again by asking if I knew of any other‘mating maneuvers’that humans practiced that we hadn’t tried yet. I believe he meant positions and in all honesty, I’m no kama sutra expert, so I think we got them all ticked off - the main ones at least.
When I’d told him so, I’d also admitted to being pretty tired and quite sore. Aloryk has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen by far, and after allowing my body to accommodate to his size, he’d taken no prisoners in fucking me senseless. I can still feel where he moved inside me now. For half a moment, I steeled myself for some kind of backlash for turning him down. I’d had one boyfriend who would go into the biggest man-baby sulk if I wasn’t up for some sexy-time when he was. It was so unattractive that it had honestly been a relief when that relationship had ended.
But I needn’t have worried in that regard at all with Aloryk.
In fact, he was all apologetic and concerned that he’d been too rough. “I like you rough,” had been my answer, which had seemed to placate Aloryk enough for him to stop apologizing. We went to bed together on his love-nest, but not before he’d warmed up some water for me and personally, lovingly, run a warm, wet cloth over me, including all my sore bits.
“Glad to see you’ve stopped fucking each other long enough to join us today,” Chastity grins as she stretches on an animal hide laid out like a Flintstones version of a yoga matt on the dusty red earth.
My cheeks flame instantly, but they burn even further when I notice Chastity’s keen blue eyes drop very briefly to Aloryk’s chest where he stands beside me, holding my hand.
No heart-stars. It felt like I’d checked every ten minutes or so throughout the whole of yesterday.
“Good morning!” a short, blonde calls in a sing-song voice as she comes out of her hut wearing a huge smile and…lots of sparkles. Ezryk, her mate appears in the doorway of their hut a moment later, leaning his shoulder on the wall, he adjusts himself through his loincloth and glowers at all us girls like we’ve interrupted prime fucking-his-woman-time.
And I guess we have.
I met them both very briefly when Chastity had stolen me away from Aloryk that first day, and I’d liked Dove’s sunshiney personality. Her man wore those dark splotches just like Tryk had, and Chastity told me all about how he’d been exiled from a different tribe but welcomed into this one. I guess being exiled does something to your disposition, because Ezryk can’t seem to stop scanning the area, keeping an eye on things like shit might go down any second now. Dove had explained to me how years of living alone out there in that jungle has made Ezryk a little more standoffish than most of the Trixikka, and that’s clearly evident watching him on high alert now.
Dove thinks that he’s already secured a pretty important role here in his new tribe though - as chief chocolate nut truffle maker. Apparently, there’s this weird nut that only Ezryk knows how to find and make into a chocolate truffle, and he’s refusing to spill his secret recipe. The other males have begged him for the sweet treats for their mates, or to entice one to their nests. And, by listening to how good these things taste, I think the girls would stage an uprising should the Trixikka get any funny ideas about kicking Ezryk out of the tribe now.
The day is as hot as you’d expect it to be with two suns beating down on you from high up in the cloudless sky. And this time, I managed to convince Aloryk that it would do me some good to join the ladies in their yoga class. Bea offers me an animal hide with soft, maroon-colored fur as Alana hands little Nova off to Rynn. “Here, make yourself useful if you’re going to stand here, gawking.”
The big male instantly starts bouncing the baby as he scowls down at Alana. “I do notgawk,female. I am here to make sure your display does not distract my males from their duties.”
Alana rolls her eyes. “Mm-hm, that’s a lot of talk for a man who almost choked on his own damn tongue the first time he saw his woman in downward-facing dog.”
Rynn grunts and juts out his chin. “Trust me, Ah-Lanah, that was not the first time I had seen my mate in such a position.”
“Rynn!” Serena squeals before playfully slapping her man on his huge bicep. “Shut up!”
A silent, gummy smile spreads across little Nova’s face like she just thought the big guy getting told off by his little woman is hilarious.
“Aw, she likes you!” Serena grins, reaching to give a light tickle under that little baby chin.
Ryann scoffs and holds out a wing to shade Nova and provide her with something twinkly to look at as his skin-stars startblinking and zooming all over the underside of his feathers just to entertain her. “Of course she does, I am her High Spear. I dare say I am her favorite male in the whole tribe.”
Alana straightens from her stretch. “Oh, you ‘dare say’ that, huh? I dare you to say that when her daddy’s around.”
Rynn grins widely, letting little baby Nova suck on his pinky finger now, her own chubby hand curling around the digit. “Let me have this while he is away. She is our tribe’s first daughter in generations. And besides, my Second Spear is the only worthy male I would happily concede to, you know this.”
I lay out my skin on the ground between Bea and Chastity as Alana continues to assert to the big alien that her guy would whoop his ass if he ever heard him talk about being his daughter’s favorite. From what I gather, little Nova is doted on by everyone in the tribe for being the first girl to be born here. To say that she is going to grow up having all these guys wrapped around her little finger is probably an understatement.
