Adam’scockisamazing,long and thick but not life-threateningly gargantuan. And those spikes? Fucking hell. They rub against my palm as I stroke him, like pliable little ridges. The inside of the pouch his cock emerges from is soft, tight, hot, and very wet. It’s amazing that he comes equipped with his own lubricant, because I’m not sure where we would find anything like that in the jungle. That’s me getting ahead of myself, though. I don’t even know if Adam would be into penetrative sex, although so far it seems he’s very much intoeverything.
The root of his cock, hidden inside his pouch, is extremely sensitive, and any touch to it makes both pairs of his hips jerk and buck, though I can see he’s fighting to stay still for me. Such a good alien.
Worried that his cum might be toxic for me, which would be a damned shame, I held off tasting him as long as I could but ultimately succumbed to that need. I’m but a man, after all.
His lubricant tastes faintly sweet, like a drop of syrup mixed with water, melting on my tongue as I swipe it from the tip of Adam’s cock. My own cock jerks in response, painfully hard and protesting the lack of attention. Since I don’t have four hands, I ignore my own needs and focus on Adam.
The spikes harden under my palms. They don’t turn sharp, but they grow harder and more pronounced, making me rethink the idea of actual intercourse. When they’re soft, they look like they could be fun brushing against my prostate just the right way, but like this… Only if Adam stayed very, very still. But perhaps that’s what they’re designed for, because he does just that, his body locking up, his mouth dropping open in a silent cry as he comes, spurts of grayish liquid shooting from his cock.
I move back, curious about the taste of his cum but not eager to get it in my eyes in case he moves. My fingers and hand keep moving during his orgasm, softly rubbing that sensitive spot on the root of his cock to prolong his pleasure. When he stops jerking and lies there spent, and my stimulation makes him whimper instead of moan, I pull away. Too curious not to, I swipe a thumb through the cum pooling on his stomach before bringing it to my mouth. Just like his natural lubricant, it’s sweet rather than salty, a little bitter, like dark chocolate, and fuck, why didn’t I let him come into my mouth? I must remember it for next time, because I already know there will definitely be a next time.
Breathing heavily, Adam shifts to kiss me in that strange way of his, his narrow lips pressed against mine as his tongue gently coaxes my mouth to open. When I let him in, he swipes his tongue inside, this time mindful not to go too far, which threw me for a loop the last time we “kissed”. I’ve never even tried deep-throating a cock before, let alone someone’s tongue. Not that I’d want Adam’s cock too deep in my mouth with those spikes, but the tip is pretty smooth and…where was I?
A hand smooths down my chest, fingers toying with my chest hair, pausing on my sternum, just above the water level. Forcing my eyes open, I find Adam watching me, waiting. For a guy who can’t talk, this alien is the king of consent.
“Yes, Adam. Touch me, please.” Just so that there’s no confusion, I guide Adam’s hand lower. He grimaces as he reaches in the water, so I extend my arms up to him before pointing to the flat spot by the pools. “Let’s stay on the dry ground if that’s more comfortable for you.”
Whether he understands my words or just the general meaning of my gestures, Adam lifts me out of the water, moving away from the pools until he finds a spot where soft moss covers the rock. Setting me down, he hovers over me, his eyes hungrily taking me in. Self-conscious about my body, my first instinct is to squirm under his gaze, but the admiration in Adam’s eyes sets me at ease. The way his fingers gently trace up my legs, which are barely more than bones wrapped in skin at this point, without hesitancy or the not-so-well-concealed cringe I once glimpsed with a human partner, tells me Adam doesn’t care about my shortcomings. He accepts me the way I am.
He returns a hand to my chest, the chest hair apparently as fascinating to him as the hair on my head is. Another hand is running down my arm, and yet another one comes to rest on my abdomen, just inches away from my jutting cock. Focusing on all of those sensations at once gives me a little whiplash,but when he moves the hand on my abdomen further down, his scaled fingers skimming my cock, the rest of my body is quickly forgotten.
When he closes his hand around my shaft, I throw my head back with a groan. I can’t raise my hips to lean into his touch, but they still jerk as I try to move against him. He gives me one deliciously slow, gentle stroke before he frowns, his head tilting to the side.
“What’s wrong?” Does he not like my cock? I assume it must feel strange to him, all smooth without any spikes. Or perhaps he just realized he’s not into humans? Or males? Or disabled human males? I’d respect that if that were the case, of course, but I didn’t get that feeling before, so what— “Oh?”
Running his hand over my balls, Adam continues further down between my legs, tilting his head at an even greater angle.
“What are you—” My unfinished question is answered when he reaches into his cock pouch, then returns his hand to my cock, now thoroughly lubricated. “Oh, wow.” Now that he’s not exploring so close to my ass, I relax again. I want him to touch me there, I really do, but I’m determined to take things slow. It’s likely Adam has no clue how sensitive that area is, and he might not want to touch me there, which, again, is absolutely valid and… “Oh my god.”
Two hands are on my cock now. It’s not really big enough to fit both comfortably, but Adam makes it work, pumping my shaft with one and playing with my balls and the base of my cock with the other. JJust like I did to him, he occasionally pauses to tease my slit, his soft purr hitching when I moan and babble incoherently.
More hands. Fuck, this is unfair. He positions my legs further apart, continuing his exploration further down. “Adam. Fuck. Adam.” What was I going to say? “You don’t have to… Oh!” When his finger brushes against my asshole, I cry out, even thatsmall sensation feeling like too much. “Fuck, Adam, you don’t have to… You… I… Yes! Fuck, yes.”
He continues circling, never breaching me but the continuous pressure reminding me that he could. His other hands, two or three or I don’t even know how many, keep working on my cock as he leans closer with a wide grin. The sight of those sharp teeth near my cock should be terrifying, but instead I try to buck my hips, meet him halfway, and get his mouth on me as quickly as possible. He doesn’t take me into his mouth, which, in hindsight, would have been a terrible idea, but his tongue slips out to tease my shaft. Long, sinuous, and surprisingly strong, it wraps around my cockhead and squeezes, the tip teasing my slit so intensely I see stars.
“Fuck, Adam. I’m going to come.” My surprise at being able to string a coherent sentence together doesn’t last long, soon silenced by an explosion of white-hot pleasure. My muscles seize, my body going rigid as my cock spurts cum straight into Adam’s open mouth. With his tongue still wrapped around my cock, most of it dribbles out again, but the sight is so erotic it sets off more tremors and my cock makes a valiant effort to produce more. “Fuck…” I groan when my muscles finally relax, leaving me lying there in a boneless heap.
“Jesus Christ.” Panting, I stare at the lavender sky, unable to put my thoughts in any reasonable order. “Huh. Okay, sex with an alien, five stars. Absolutely would recommend. Wow.”
Adam’s head comes into view as he leans over me, his grin positively smug. I didn’t even know he could be smug, but damn, it’s sexy, and he’s earned it. “Okay. I need to get back in the water and you, sir, need to at least wash, but we’re absolutely doing this again.” Many times over.
Chapter 21
Adam
MyJaimetastesdivine,better than anything I’ve ever tasted, including the odd food memories that sometimes filter through the fog. I coax him into giving me his seed once more before we leave the hot pools, and again when we stop for a break not far from my den. My den. It always felt like home to me, a safe place I could hide, but I already know Jaime won’t like it.
Now that the fog has receded from my mind, I can imagine the den through Jaime’s eyes, and I know he won’t want to be confined to it, even if it would be the safest option. It’s a cave,dark and much colder than the air outside. Jaime doesn’t like the cold. He needs warmth or his body will be in pain. The hot pools aren’t far from my den, but they’re too far for him to travel on his own whenever he needs the hot water to ease the pain. I can’t see my Jaime in pain again, which means we can’t stay in the den.
Even when I look at memories of my den through my own eyes, it’s not as attractive as it was before, when the red fog ruled my mind. It’s a place for a creature like a barkhide to crawl into and hide from predators. It’s not…
Shaking my head, I rub my temples. I don’t have words for the feelings I’m experiencing. So many feelings, and most of them aren’t good and warm like when I think about Jaime nestled in my arms as I carry him.
The shell on his lap is empty now. He drank the last of his hot stone water on our way from the hot pools. I’ll have to make a fire to warm more stones and create new hot stone water for him. I don’t really know what’s wrong with normal water, but if my Jaime wants hot stone water, I’ll provide it, even if it means venturing far to find suitable branches for the fire lights to feed on. They’re hungry, those lights, and far more painful than the sharp light in the sky. I’ve learned to be careful around them.
No branches for the fire lights. No warmth. Nothing to look at. Jaime won’t like my den, and as I think about it, I don’t like it anymore either. Where else would I take him, though? If we go back down the mountain, the venomfang will find us. The mountain is the only safe place for Jaime.
A memory of a different den drifts through the fog.
