Deep inside, the ridges lining his cock hit her in all therightplaces and she knew she was done for when she’d barely just started.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” she murmured, her tone edging on a whine.“Y-your cock feels too good.”
“Cum then,luxiva,” he growled, his hands coming to grasp her hips, gripping them to take over.Her head lolled against her shoulders as he held her in place before jackhammering his hips up to fuck her harder, their flesh slapping together in a delicious sound that echoed in the room.“Tev, I feel your tight, greedy cunt.”
Cara was right on the edge and she groaned, her whole body shaking as she tried to hold her orgasm off for as long as she could.“Cum in me, Dev.Please, Ineedto feel it, I need to feel it.”
Her alien male was helpless against her command and she’d discovered that he loved dirty talk.So, naturally, she gasped naughty things in his ear all week as he’d fucked her.The result?He fucked her so good that her knees always shook for hours afterwards.
“You need my cum?” he growled, fucking her harder.“Need it deep inside you?”
Cara gasped, “Yes.”
Her orgasm crashed down on her, making her choke as her breathwhooshedfrom her lungs.As every muscle in her body clenched, as intense pleasure radiated from her core, she heard Devix’s bellow, felt his hot cum shoot inside her, coating her walls.
Afterwards, Cara drew in ragged breaths as she slumped over his torso.As the pleasure gently subsided into a dull throb, she gave a soft laugh against his chest, still feeling his cock pulse inside her, a familiar sensation to her now.Feeling him inside her seemed as natural as breathing.
“I fear I’m distracting you from your work,” she whispered, leaning over his lips for a quick little nibble.His lips drove her crazy sometimes.
“I managed two hauls of thepillervapods before I needed you,” he groaned.“That is better than the one haul I managed before.”
“True,” she said, smiling.She hadn’t smiled so much in her entire life as she had that past week with Devix.Nor had she had so much sex in her entire life than in that past week.And not just sex, butamazing, mind-blowing, bone-quivering sex.
It was no wonder why she was smitten.It was no wonder why her stomach erupted into butterflies whenever she saw him.It was no wonder why she felt like melting whenever he kissed her, or he murmuredluxivain her ear, or when he brought her new herbs and roots for her recipes he’d come across as he worked in the forest.
Between them, she felt his cum begin to slip out and she kissed him again.Earlier in the week, once she’d recovered from their first mating, she’d brought up the somewhat awkward subject of pregnancy, an already awkward subject between two humans, made more so between a human and a Luxirian.
Basically, she’d asked him if there was a possibility she could get pregnant and whether it was something they needed protection for.
Devix had said, after a brief moment of silence, “I know of no offspring that have been produced by a Luxirian and another species.I do not believe that I could sire offspring with you,nix.”
Cara realized after that the strangest part of that conversation was that she’d felt out of sorts for the rest of the day.Not quite moping around, but definitely…sad, disappointed.She didn’t know why because it didn’t make sense.
Was she upset because her alien lovercouldn’tget her pregnant?
It had frustrated the hell out of her, so she’d just pushed it out of her mind and tried not to think about it.And having sex with Devix to take her mind off it had certainly helped.
They’d never spoken about it again and throughout the week, he’d filled her with so much cum that Cara wondered how it was physically possible she wasn’t pregnant already.Although…she hadn’t had a period since she’d been abducted by the Krevorags, from stress and lack of nourishment, probably.
“After I finish that last haul of pods,” he murmured then, bringing her back to the present.She was still on top of him and he was still inside her.“I will go hunting.I spotted a pack ofbeggawifrom the ridge earlier.It is a good opportunity.I should not be long.One will be enough for at least a few spans.”
“Okay,” she murmured, tracing the lines of his muscled chest.“Do you want to try what I’ve been working on today before you go?”
“You must ask, female?” he murmured, teasing.
Cara grinned.Devix, like most males, liked to eat.And every single thing she’d made for him that past week, except for the exceptionally deliciouspillervapod dessert she’d made that was a dead ringer for creme brûlée—he’d already warned her that he didn’t have a taste for the pods—Devix had practically vacuumed the food off his plate.
She’d taken it as a compliment, especially when he hovered around the kitchen whenever she was experimenting.Rozun, for obvious reasons, had different flavors, different game, different spices and oils and edible plant life.Some, to her, were unpalatable.Others, delicious.Cara had discovered that Devix preferred liberally peppered red meats, anything that had a bite to it.Yet, Rozun didn’t have what she would consider black peppercorns.Instead, she’d substituted it with a fluid she’d extracted from a yellow-spotted leaf resembling an aloe plant.The fluid was almost an exact match for black pepper, but much more potent.
And so she experimented.Extensively.She wrote down her own versions of recipes on loose sheets of parchment that Devix had given her—which she’d bound together with cord to made a book—and she came up with names for the plants and herbs and game meat that Devix didn’t have a name for.She made sauce reductions frombeggawiflank and glazes from the sap of thepillervatrees.When she boiled and strained the sap, it tasted like a tarter version of maple syrup that complimented the milder flavors of thekwartiroot they’d bought from the market.
And it went on and on.Some nights, if a string of inspiration hit her, Devix had to entice her away with sex from the kitchen, which had slowly become her own space.It had been bare bones before, but over the week, she’d hung more herbs to dry, she’d stacked and labeled and sorted the spices they’d purchased at the market, and she’d worked at sharpening the knives Devix had given her until they were to her liking.
The ‘stovetop,’ if it could be called that, wasn’t like anything she was used to and she longed for her old gas ranges with a fierceness that surprised her.But she worked with what she had.She was cooking over a controlled open flame, but she maneuvered with it just fine.
Cookware, however, was harder to come by.Devix only had one ‘skillet’ that had seen better days and one pot for boiling that wasn’t nearly as large as she liked for soups and stews and stocks.But they were planning to make another trip to the market in a few days, so Cara would get by until then.
It didn’t change the fact that for the first time in a long time, she felt…right.Inspired.She felt like she was working towards something again, not just sitting on the sidelines.
