“S-stop, Z’Sally,” he panted, his kropek pushing weakly at her. “I need a new container.”
Sally pulled back, eyebrows raised. “How many do you normally go through?”
Xenoth laughed weakly as his kropek gently pulled the full one off, easing it over his sensitive tip. He winced slightly as it was removed, bulging with his mating fluids.
“It depends. Every male is different. And…I have never bonded with a female, so I do not know how many it will take this time.”
As he went to slide the new container on, Sally stopped him, looking at the few droplets of gold trickling down the outside of his cock.
“Can I…taste it?” she asked, hyper-focused on the droplets.
Xenoth’s breath stopped. “What?”
“Your, er,gawd, your fluids! Can I taste them? Or will they hurt me?”
Xenoth gasped and a huge burst of liquid spurted out, splashing against Sally’s chin, chest, face—it just went everywhere. She squealed at the unexpected deluge, jerking backwards in shock.
Xenoth, however, reacted very differently. He let out a bestial growl, grabbed her and rolled her beneath him where he proceeded to thrust against her, rubbing himself between her legs and up over her fluid-covered abdomen as he came on her over and over in an unceasing wave of pleasure.
Sally squealed again, but quickly began panting, her legs wrapping up around his thighs. She had gotten some of his fluids in her mouth and they tasted…like…fruit rollups? She licked her lips, tasting him again even as she was distracted by the building pleasure between her legs.
Yes, his cum tasted like fruit by the foot! Cum by the foot?
Sally’s brain was melting.
It was the pleasure. The pleasure was turning her into to an absolute U-F-HO. No thoughts, only orgasms.
She cried out as her pussy seemed to take on a mind of its own, and she shoved hard at the big alien looming above her.
“I…I want…on top!” she gasped at him.
Another feral growl and he flipped them again, holding her tightly to his chest, his still spurting cock trapped between them. He held her against him for another moment, his mess finally finishing as the last of his orgasm washed over him.
Sally felt…squishy. Sticky. Fruity.
Really in need of a bath.
Just as soon as he finished her off.
“Z’Sally…?” Xenoth said her name in a weak, worried voice, clearing the sticky hair out of her face as he checked on her.
She grinned up at him, patting his cum-covered chest before looking at her hand with a grimace.
“That sure was somethin’!” She said brightly, if more than a little out of breath. She eased herself up, trying to take stock of his anatomy so she wouldn’t accidentally squash something that shouldn’t be squashed. She looked up at him. “You ok?”
Xenoth, on seeing that he had neither killed, broken, or scared away his female with his uncontrolled enthusiasm, let his head thunk backwards and threw an arm over his eyes with a groan.
“No. I think I died from pleasure.”
Sally snickered.
“Well, when you’re a little bit recovered, if you wouldn’t mind…I, ummmm came close, but ummm didn’t quite get there.”
Xenoth’s arm came up and he looked at her in shocked horror. “You did not orgasm!?”
He immediately levered himself upwards, his eyes looking a little more focused as he realized he’d left his job unfinished. Sally looked surprised.
“You can take a minute, really!”
