“Perhaps it’s time to release some pressure?” My hands mimicked his from earlier as they glided down the soft fabric of his torn shirt to the waistband of his pants. A hard tug and the pants dropped below his genitalia.
I gasped as his penis uncurled itself from against his body to spring free, stifling my surprise at the lack of visible testes. His cock had swelled even when lying flat against his shimmering skin, but once popped out at half-mast it became spectacular. “Looks like you’re the ultimate grower-not-shower.”
“I do not understand.”
Rather than answer, my hands reached for his alien penis, shaped like a corkscrew and covered in the same gleaming kaleidoscopic skin and short hair as the rest of him. My surprise abated as I stroked the soft, brush-like skin, and marveled at the unique shape and feel. The rigidity of the helical length grew under my touch. My fingers fondled with abandon, unable now to close around the full girth. Cair groaned when I found the hard spine at the base of his penis. “You like that?” I teased.
“I do.” His tight voice told me he might be struggling to contain his pleasure, and I thought again about the forced mating. Maybe without control, they have to mate as soon as they experience arousal.
“Let me help,” I purred as I dropped to my bare knees on the soft carpet of flowers. Running my tongue along his corkscrew penis, I marveled at the soft feel and lack of veining present. A subtle tremor coursed through my fingers at his length. My lips kissed the tip before I drew him into my mouth, not even halfway, my pulse quickening as doubt about my ability to handle a porn-level size cock crept in.
Cair moaned above me. His hands found my hair.
I bobbed against him, his silky-smooth penis sliding further in and out of my willing mouth, his hands in my hair controlling the tempo, erasing the doubt. He tasted salty-sweet, a delectable combination that made me thankful for his alien genetics. A fire built in my pussy at the thought of taking his twisted length inside of me.
Cair shuddered.
I slid his cock out of my mouth, torn between wanting to discover if his cum had that same salty-sweet flavor and wanting him inside my dripping cunt when he ejaculated, to satiate both our appetites together.
I rubbed his member between my breasts, readying to guide him below. His tip reached my folds. But before I could take him,the world lurched violently sideways. We both collapsed to the soft carpet of flora.
Chapter Eight
“What the fuck?”I yelled from under the large body that had tackled me and Cair, pinning us both to the ground. Before I could attempt to push my way free, a hand shot out into Cair’s midsection. With a whoof as the strike forced air from his lungs, Cair rolled away from me. And the large body I’d already surmised was our missing fugitive, Xelthar Zarnoth.
Xelthar lunged toward me, away from Cair’s crumpled form. The fugitive wrapped a meaty arm around my naked waist and hauled me to my feet, pulling me against his body. I lamented that he remained clothed. Worse, he still wore his boots.
“Owww,” I hollered, squirming in his vise-like grip.
“Sorry, little Earthling,” Xelthar growled, not sounding the least bit sorry about stomping my bare foot. If anything, he sounded gleeful about this turn of events. He got the literal jump on us and now held me, naked and squirming. I, however, was anything but gleeful, doing my best to remain rigid with control in his grasp while I frantically considered my options.
Cair had gotten to his knees, ashen face slowly returning to its dazzling glory. The anger in his yellow eyes made me glad I wasn’t Xelthar. “Release her. Your quarrel is with me.”
Xelthar laughed long and deep, like that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “I think not, Enforcer.” He used the hand not snaked around my waist to stroke my hair. “She is my strategic safeguard.”
The formal phrasing threw me for a moment. Then I understood. I was his insurance policy. Oh, great. I angled my bare foot back and attempted to kick him in the kneecap. The awkward angle and my lack of footwear doomed this to failure. He tightened his arm around me, the compression of my organs sending pressure through my abdomen and into my lower back.
“That is enough, Emily Nichols,” Xelthar ordered. “Do not make me hurt you.”
The unveiled threat in his words stilled my actions.
“That is better.” His hand, which had been stroking my hair, trailed along my neck until stopping at my left breast. He tweaked my nipple.
I shuddered at the pain.
Xelthar’s palm closed over my breast, roughly kneading the skin. “Perhaps I interrupted too soon.” His grip drifted lower, then curved to my backside and grabbed an ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze.
“Enough.” The melody in Cair’s voice now sounded discordant. It matched the glare as he rose to his impressive full standing height.
“You have no power here, Enforcer.” Gone was even a hint of a playful tone in the fugitive’s voice. “It is how I say it will be.” His hand drifted from my ass to my pussy, and he grabbed.
“Oh!” A heady mix of pleasure and pain, desire and disgust flooded me as his fingers played with my folds. One digit entered me.
“I see why you grabbed her,” Xelthar taunted Cair.
“You misrepresent the situation,” Cair stated.
“Was she or was she not sucking your penis?” Xelthar asked conversationally. His finger moved rhythmically in and out of my wetness, a confused response that hadn’t started with him, but which he was all too willing to exploit “Do you deny she is lubricated for you to penetrate her?” He withdrew his finger and held the glistening digit in front of my face, so that I could see it along with Cair.
