T’raat nodded, and his biggern’riltwitched. It was kinda fascinating to see. “Yes. Xalanite women do not perform them, but I have seen them done in the mating programs. The idea excites me.”
I leaned down and glanced up at him through my lashes, my hand wrapped around what I assumed was the main cock. “Do I excite you?”
He squirmed a bit, gripping the sides of the hay bale. “More than anything.”
“Good.” With that, I lowered my head and slowly licked from the base of his bigger member to the tip, lingering at the head and swirling my tongue in a leisurely circle. T’raat groaned and writhed, and I held his hip with my other hand to keep him still.
“Hold on. If you move back and forth too much, I won’t be able to keep it in my mouth.” I sucked on the tip for a second before letting go with a softpop. T’raat moaned and flexed his hands in the hay. “If you liked that, you’ll stop wiggling. Up and down only, and if I pat your hip like this—” I gave his hip a couple soft taps “—then slow it down. Got it?”
He gritted his teeth and nodded.
It turned out that alien dick tasted just like human dick. The texture was different, because even his dick had scales like the rest of him, but I wasn’t sure what I expected in the taste department. Something exotic, like tropical fruit, or maybe something more savory, spicy. Whatever I’d thought I would get, it was something of a letdown to have it just taste like … dick.
When I got brave enough to take more of it down my throat, I found out that the little dick—the othern’ril—was more like a tongue than a penis. It flexed and moved on its own, and when it bumped my nose I had to fight not to laugh as it tickled me.
I got the feeling laughter during this situation would result in another upset Xalanite.
Not long after I started sucking in earnest, I damn near choked on him when he started tofucking vibrate!I was familiar with vibrators—I had a couple of my own, hidden in a box under my bed—but I had not known that about his species. It was a pleasant surprise and made me even more eager to make it through the next couple of days.
The longer I went, the more noise T’raat made. He moaned and groaned and growled and, eventually, began shouting. I gotso into what I was doing that I almost didn’t register his hand buried in my hair. The sharp tug brought a pinch of pain, which was just enough contrast to the pleasure I felt in getting him off that I started making some noise of my own. I moaned against his cock and swallowed even more of him. My nose was almost to his pelvis at that point, and my eyes watered as drool slid down his lap.
“Y-you are leaking,” he stammered between exclamations of delight as his hips pumped into me. “A-are you damaged?”
Rather than let go to answer him, I slid my hand into the strings of spit and used them to lube his shaft as I backed up a bit. My throat was starting to feel a little raw, so I switched to stroking him with my hand while sucking the top half of hisn’ril. Thankfully, T’raat didn’t seem to mind the change of pace.
“Leigh …”
My name on his lips, with that raspy, on-the-verge-of-an-orgasm tone, almost set me off. I knew he had to be close, and to be frank, so was I. Who knew that pleasing someone else could be such a turn-on?
I Hoovered like nobody’s business right up until T’raat unexpectedly yanked my head back. Warm strings of purple-tinted cum shot out of his cock and hit me square in the face. I sputtered and wiped, hoping that his alien cum wouldn’t stain. The last thing I needed was to return to the farmhouse with permanent purple streaks on me.
T’raat collapsed back onto the hay bale with a sigh. His eyes closed, and he stroked my hair absently as he panted for breath.
“Thank you, Leigh. I needed that release.”
I chuckled and rose from my knees to lean forward and give him a kiss. “Is that all I’m good for? Release?”
He smiled and pulled me to his chest. “You are good for many things. I merely mention release because you have ended my pain. So, thank you.”
If Dad ever found out about this, he’d probably kill both of us.
But it wassoworth it.
Chapter 8
T’raat
Leigh returned to her bed before the sun rose, leaving me alone in the barn. Thankfully, I now had images of her to use for self-release if I should need it. Between the sight and feel of her breasts and the image of her lips around myn’ril, I had enough imagery to last until our third date. I would no longer suffer “blue balls” while I waited.
Indeed, Leigh’s blowjob during the night might well last me until our third date. I lounged on the hay-bale bed, reveling in the lingering sensations, in the memories of her.
The screaming animal—a rooster, Leigh had informed me—began yet again when the sun broke over the horizon. This was the nature of the beast, according to Leigh, so I resigned myself to hearing the screams every morning while I remained on the farm.
Since I knew Leigh and her father would be woken by the rooster, I got up and climbed down the ladder to work on myship. The damage from the crash was minimal, but something in the electrical system still failed every time I tried to start the ship’s engines. It was quite perplexing, and though I was in no hurry to leave, it frustrated me that I could not find the cause of the problem.
Another confusing glitch came from the communications system. I had disabled it when I left Xalan to prevent my superiors from hailing me and ordering me back, but now that I might need to request a Xalan mechanic, the system would not turn back on. Curious, but I supposed not completely outside the realm of possibility. Perhaps there was physical damage to the electronic components that I could not yet detect. Maybe the crash wrecked more than just the outer hull.
Leigh arrived one time unit after sunrise with a plate of eggs and a porcine protein she called “bacon.” I ate while I worked, and Leigh sat on a nearby stool to watch. Though we were not engaging in physical contact, her presence had a calming effect. I enjoyed the knowledge that she was near.
