About halfway through, N’kal’s eyes lit up again, and his cock began to vibrate. The sensation of swallowing a vibrating dick was strange, and I faltered a bit in my actions. I had forgotten that he could do that. How could I forget? He’d just spent half the night showing me that particular skill of his.
“Timber …”
My name came out of his lips in a low growl, a primal sound that sparked a fresh stream of wetness between my legs. I couldn’t believe I was about to go walking around the convention hall in a short skirty skirt with damp panties underneath. Not my usual M.O., but I couldn’t help myself. I was feeling adventurous—and a little horny.
After about ten minutes of sucking, N’kal came with a shout. I hurried to swallow it all so I didn’t drip and stain my shirt. When I pulled off with a wet popping sound, he was heaving and panting for air. I stood up and moved to straighten my skirt.
“No,” he said, stopping me from adjusting myself. “It is now my turn.”
He dropped to his knees and threw my legs over his shoulders, reaching up to press me back against the wall of the elevator. I dug both hands into his hair and held on for dear life as he pushed my panties aside and began to fucking devour me.
The night before, N’kal had explained the similarities between human and Xalanite female anatomy, so I knew his women had something akin to a clit on their bodies as well, something he was clearlyquiteexperienced in stimulating. He licked and sucked and nibbled my sensitive hub, and I shrieked and squeezed him with my thighs as he brought me to the edge of oblivion and beyond.
I held him so tightly with my legs that I was concerned I’d suffocate him. I was squeezing his gills while he had his mouth occupied, so I wasn’t sure if he was getting enough air.
I shouldn’t have worried. He continued his deep dive completely unfazed by my wriggling and squishing. He even held me tighter to his face, gripping my ass with both hands while he tongue-fucked me like a pro.
When I finally came, I trembled and shook, twitching with the aftershocks as he licked me through the orgasm. N’kalstroked my thigh muscles, soothing them before setting me back on the elevator floor. I struggled to remain upright, and he had to put an arm around me to keep me from collapsing. Between the marathon fucking the night before and this, my poor legs had forgotten how to work!
N’kal grinned and pushed the start button on the console. I was still tugging at the hem of my skirt when it opened, and the waiting congoers all snickered at my state of disarray.
We got out of their way so they could board the elevator, and one busty girl dressed as an anime character sidled up to N’kal’s other side and whispered, “Hey, dude, how do you keep that makeup from smearing? Every time I cosplay in makeup and fool around it smears everywhere.”
N’kal raised a brow at me, as if I would know what to say. I knew nothing about cosplay makeup, so I made something up.
“Trade secret,” I said to her with a wink. “He works in the film industry. If he told you, he'd have to kill you.”
The girl pouted, but she seemed to buy my story.
By the time we reached the lobby, the elevator was packed. The stale odor of unwashed nerds overwhelmed me, and I held my breath for the last floor, taking a heaping gasp of fresh air once we exited the enclosed space.
Big mistake. The air outside the elevator was just as stale and gross as the air inside. I coughed and sputtered, and N’kal patted my back.
“Are you all right, Timber?”
I waited until the folks around us cleared out before I answered. “Didn’t you smell that? I know these hotels have showers soap. Why the hell didn’t those guys use them?”
He laughed. “You used the shower this morning, and now you smell like sex. Perhaps they simply perspire at a greater rate than you are accustomed to.”
“I smell like sex?” The nerdscent was quickly forgotten. “People can smell me?”
“Maybe not humans. But I can.” He bared his fangs in a wicked grin. “Xalanites have a keener sense of smell than humans. I quite enjoy the scent on you, though. It reminds me that I tasted you recently. If the humans can smell it, that just speaks to my virility. All the better.”
I put my hands on my hips and shot him my best scowl. “I do not smell bad.”
“I did not say it smelled bad.”
“Ugh. Do they have chauvinist pigs on Xalan?” I sighed and straightened my hem one more time. “Let's just go to this suspicious panel on Xalanites. Maybe we'll find out more about the people who want you dead.”
“If these are the people who want me killed, why are we going there? Doesn’t that put me more at risk?”
“Yes and no. I mean, if they realize you’re not in costume, we’re fucked, but if they think you’re just another dressed-up nerd, you’ll be fine.” I grabbed the pamphlet and found which room the panel was in. “Come on. Let’s go into the lion’s den.”
When I saw the throngs of people packing into the audience dressed as Xalanites, I thought maybe I had been melodramatic in worrying. Maybe everything was going to be fine.
Then again, maybe not.
The moderators of the panel all walked in looking like sci-fi military movie rejects, but the scowls they wore were real … and I don’t know how they got them past the security guards peppered throughout the con, but the weapons they wore were real, too. No bright orange caps indicating that they were fake, and no zip ties preventing the triggers from being pulled. Real guns meant they were probably real extremists, and I somehow doubted they thought the Xalanites were their friends. If the contempt in their eyes when they took in the rows of pretendXalanites in front of them was any indication, the panel might as well have been titled “A Xalanite Shooting Gallery.”
