I couldn't help it, I started laughing.
This whole night had been so ridiculous.Nothing had gone wrong, but nothing was going to plan, and now I'd seen my first alien dick, and my stupid brain was begging for another glimpse.I laughed so hard I got a stitch in my side and then my bladder made its presence known as if hearing Dargo piss had reminded it just how many energy drinks I'd chugged over the last few hours.
"Fuck," I cackled hysterically."Now I have to go."
Dargo was looking at me like I'd lost my mind, and I laughed harder when I realized he still had his dick in his hand.
"Put that thing away," I gasped, still giggling, not even trying not to look anymore.
"Why?"He gave himself a shake and I couldn't help but stare at what he was packing.It was huge, and getting bigger the longer I looked.His dick looked human enough, though it was a shade of purple no man could claim, and was porn star sized.His pubic hair was jet black and his balls were a fun magenta that made his whole package look like a novelty dildo.
I’d seen more than a few dicks in my day.No girl with social media had escaped the epidemic of unsolicited dick pics, but none of them had looked like that.And my mouth had never gone dry at the sight of one.
"Am I to your licking?"
"What?"I snapped my mouth shut and realized I'd misheard him when he repeated;
"Am I to your liking?"He looked utterly comfortable, standing there with his dick in his hand in the middle of nowhere while I ogled him.That confidence should piss me off, not make me like him.But damn it, Dargo was proving to be an incredibly likable hostage, even if he was a pervert.
I almost blurted out the truth.
Yup, it looks good.Can we revisit your offer to go down on me real quick?
And then my bladder cramped and I dashed around the other side of the truck with a panicked;
"Don't you dare look!"
He didn't follow me thank goodness and I hurriedly shoved my pants down behind the cover of the truck.
"You watched me," he pointed out, not sounding upset at all.
"Do you really want to watch me piss?"I demanded, thankful I didn’t have a shy bladder."If that's what you're into, we are never going to revisit mating."
"So you're reconsidering?"He sounded smug.
"No!"I yanked my pants back up and wondered how I'd gotten myself into this situation.
"What do you plan to do with me when we find the others, then?"His voice came from way too close and I almost had a heart attack when he appeared behind me, his rachet strap leash keeping him just inches away from me.
"Do you plan to kill me when you don't need me anymore?"He didn't sound worried at all.In fact, his voice had dropped to a low intimate tone and I felt a swarm of traitorous butterflies waking up in my belly.
"Because if you don't kill me, I'll just hunt you down again," he purred."I've memorized your scent, and a good chase makes for the best gentlings."
"Gentlings?"I asked, struggling to ignore the way his heavy lidded gaze was affecting me.
"When you accept my claim, and I finally get a chance to taste every inch of you, pleasure you for hours and when you're limp and sated, I'll drive my cock so deep inside your heat, no one could deny our bond."
I was going to melt into a puddle and die.
"Um," I squeaked, clearing my throat to try again."No claiming, no pleasure and for sure, no cocks."
He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes closing as he smiled.
"I can smell your wetness, little Firebrand.I can imagine just how good it would feel to have all that slickness on my cock."
Was it possible to lose your virginity to dirty talk?Better question, was it possible to get pregnant from dirty talk?Because.Holy.Fuck.I brought a knife to a gunfight with this conversation.
It didn't help that he'd found my secret weakness for pet names.
