He watched my face for a moment as he committed that new fact to memory. Then he resumed his slow, steady pace. The feeling of his unusually warm scales against my cock felt divine. I hadn’t been touched by anyone else’s hand in ages, and pairedwith my newfound kink of being collared and dominated, it was a thousand times better.
Plus, the hunky sexy alien doing it to me was a big plus.
I leaned back and spread my legs, giving Kur’tok more room to work his magic. Hot pleasure thrummed in every inch of my body. I was already turned on before he started touching me, but now it was pure fireworks. Tiny moans spilled from my lips as I squirmed and bucked into Kur’tok’s hand.
His reactions were adorable. He stared at me like a cat hunting a cornered mouse, utterly focused and bristling with excitement. His feelers floated in the air, pulsing with rings of pink. Was he turned on, too? It was impossible to tell with Maeleons until they took their junk out of their cloacas. But judging by his tense posture and sparkling eyes, signs pointed to yes.
“It twitches in my hand,” Kur’tok said.
I nodded, breathing hard. “I’m close.”
“You are going to come for me.” A statement, not a question.
Another spike of pleasure rolled down my spine. Fuck, was hetryingto be sexy? If so, it was working.
“Yeah, I am,” I murmured.
I wanted to stave it off, savor the moment as much as I could, but it was impossible. The unintended foreplay up until now was too much to bear. My pent-up sexual frustration hit its peak.
With Kur’tok’s collar draped around my neck and his hand wrapped around my cock, I came hard and loud. My moans echoed in the cavern as I rocked my hips furiously, seeking every last bit of ecstasy.
Kur’tok’s mane of feelers floated higher. His eyes lost their sharp edge as they widened in fascination. Was I imagining it, or did he actually look happy?
With a final groan, I collapsed. Kur’tok caught me with his tentacles so I didn’t fall flat.
The prehensile limbs were both powerful and silky-soft. Being held by his tentacles felt like floating in the world’s most secure waterbed.
“Thanks,” I said, still breathless.
Kur’tok gave me a classic grunt in response. He held me upright for a few seconds before withdrawing his tentacles, and when he did, I was uncomfortably aware of their absence.
“Now sleep,” he ordered.
I nodded, already veering into unconsciousness. The warm, soft embrace of the pandar-fur blanket and the cavern’s darkness lulled me closer to sleep. It had been a long—and wacky—day. My brain desperately needed to slap the snooze button.
Maybe in the morning I’d figure out why I liked being Kur’tok’s captive so much.
6 /Kur’tok
After releasing its pollen,the human curled up and slept without a care in the world. Why wasn’t Paz afraid? I could’ve eaten it before it realized what was happening.
But though my stomach still growled, my urge to eat Paz died down. The human piqued my curiosity. It was too interesting to get rid of. Yet.
How deep was its sleep? Could I touch Paz without waking it?
My claws hovered over the tuft of curly fur on its head. The texture was soft with its long individual strands, but there was no undercoat. Was that why Paz got cold? I was suddenly grateful I’d kept all of Kookee’s shed fur to make that blanket.
The biggest patch of fur was on its head. It was sparse elsewhere. Tiny insignificant hairs trailed over the human’s body, but not enough to keep it warm. The only other patch I noticed was between the legs, where Paz’s dick now lay satisfied and limp.
I snorted in sympathy. What a poorly designed creature. Yet its pathetic nature compelled me. It felt necessary to stay close incase my prey froze to death, or spontaneously combusted. Who knew what humans were capable of?
I didn’t realize I’d nodded off in the den until a commotion outside roused me. I snapped to attention, rising to my feet, feelers bristling as I ran to the mouth of the den. In a random flash, I thought of Paz behind me. An unusual heat sizzled in my guts—like anger, but different.
My vigilance faded when I recognized the two approaching figures. Arr’tow and Haz’rull had finally returned.
But I wasn’t happy to see them. They’d crawled back empty-handed, except for an armful of fruit each. There wasn’t any meat in sight.
“What is that?” I roared, jabbing a finger at their stupid fruits. “That’s not what I ordered you to hunt!”
