Xenoth chuckled lightly, unrolling the unruly petal. “When a female is ready to impregnate her male, she can often be…enthusiasticin her efforts. The petals wrap themselves around her and assist.”
“You mean they let you hold on for dear life while she fucks yer brains out.”
Xenoth grinned. “Yes.”
Sally trailed her finger along the outer edge of one, watching it curl and relax, curl and relax as she did so. Xenoth’s breath grew short and he watched her with hooded eyes.
“Would you like to see my mating tube?” he asked her, and damned if Sally didn’t knowhow, but he made it sound like the sexiest fucking question she’d ever been asked.
“Ok,” she said a little breathlessly.
Xenoth reached up with a kropek and gently encircled her wrist, guiding her hand to his open slit and slipping her fingers just inside the opening. His breath hitched as she explored gently, stroking in his most private of places. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and his tube extended rapidly out to her, nearly smacking her in the face with its sudden enthusiasm.
“Oh my!” Sally said, jerking her hand back in surprise.
For a moment she just stared. It was about two feet long and looked just like a flower stamen. Thin, turquoise neon lines pulsed up the exterior in time to Xenoth’s heartbeat.
Sally reached out again, tracing her fingers up and down the sides of the slick, soft surface. Xenoth groaned loudly, his head falling back for a moment before he returned to watching her play with him. For a few minutes, play with him is all Sally did, watching his reactions as she touched him in various places, learning what made him shiver.
Everywhere she touched made him groan, but she was making notes on the type and length of each noise he made.
“Is this where it gets messy?” she asked shyly after a while.
Xenoth let out a small, huffing laugh. “Yes, if we don’t use a collection container.”
“But we have one, right?”
“Yes…” Xenoth gave her a long, sultry look. “Though I would love to see you covered in my mating fluids.”
Sally made a face, “Ok, we havegotto find a better phrase other than ‘mating fluids’. That issonot sexy.”
Xenoth laughed, “Apologies, my Queen. I shall strive to always be sexier for you.”
Sally met his eyes calmly. “You only ever have to be yourself, Xenoth. You know that, right?”
He sat up quite suddenly, startling her a little as he captured her up against him, his enormous tube thrusting its way in between them as he kissed her heavily.
When he stopped, his fingers delicately traced her face as he said, “I have never been more myself than I have been these last few moments with you.”
Sally’s eyes grew wet and she gave him a tearful, “Yer just a big ole softie, ain’t you?”
Xenoth kissed her again, his smile becoming naughty as he pulled away a second time, fishing for the collection container.
“I am not so soft right now,” he growled, sliding it over the tip and down until it slipped over the bulge at the base of his tube and tightened gently.
“Touch me? Please?” He asked desperately, his kropek nudging her hands back towards him.
Sally touched him. And then out of sheer curiosity, she licked him. Slowly, up the side of his giant cum condom. His limbs went all shaky and he flopped backwards with a wheeze. She looked down at him in satisfaction.
“Well I have to say, that tastes alotbetter than latex.”
She ran her tongue over him again, suckling gently on his tip while pressing herself up against his entire length. His thighs spasmed and golden liquid spurted out the top, its heat and enthusiastic appearance surprising her a little.
She pulled back just a bit, watching.
“Holy Z’arth, Z’Sally! Please, PLEASE do that again?!”
Sally chuckled and lavved her tongue sloppily over his tip. He cried out, another burst of fluid, much bigger than the first escaping him. She sucked on him slowly for several minutes, enjoying seeing this huge, otherwordly creature turn into a mewling puddle beneath her tongue.
