"I was very excited for you to touch me," she whispered. I could feel the dampness between her legs, a wetness that I had put there with my touch. I excited her. I aroused her.
She wanted me.
I needed to be inside her.
I reached out from behind her and enveloped her with my filaments, wrapping around her body as I caressed every inch of her. I cupped under her breasts, wrapping around them as I felt the peaks, sliding the fabric against them. I felt the curve of her jaw, ran my more delicate filaments through her hair as I tugged her head back, touching the lines of her throat. Her lips parted as I ran a filament against them, and I pushed into them, devouring the sensation of her, the glorious slide of the fabric even as the soft exposed parts of her let me know just exactly what her clothes were preventing me from touching, from tasting. Her tongue moved against me, and I danced with it, reveling in the wet silkiness of her mouth, of the way her lips wrapped around me. I wanted to feel what it would be like for the hot heat between her legs to be wrapped around me.
The sensation of her consumed me, overtook every ounce of my attention. There was nothing that existed but the way her body writhed in my grip, her hips bucking as I continued to roll between them, her fingers gripping at me, the peaks of her breasts taunt buttons that twitched as her back arched into my touch.
I lost all sense of my pretense of searching her.
I needed her.
"I need you," I murmured.
I found the edge of her voluminous trousers and slid a filament along it, finding the soft folds of her belly as I wriggled into her pants, finding the downy thicket of her hair, the wet folds of her slit that tasted like there was a portal to heaven between her legs. Her teeth grazed the filament I had in her mouth, her tongue working to push it out. Before I did, I parted the slick folds between her legs, sliding my filament in between them, caressing the small nub there as I coated myself in the evidence of her pleasure.
Then I withdrew from her mouth.
"Fuck!" she gasped out.
I slid further, letting the length of me caress the front of her, rubbing delicious friction against her.
"Is that a request?" I murmured.
Chapter
Five
Beth
This was exactly what I wanted.
It was overwhelming, consuming my senses so my mind didn't have time to think, only experience.
He had grabbed me, wrapping all those filaments around me as he stroked, touched, and teased me. I loved the pressure of his filaments rolling between my legs. It was glorious. I couldn't see anything but him, couldn't sense anything but him. He was murmuring things in my ear about how beautiful I was, as if his face was pressed against my neck as his hands ran up and down my body. But it wasn't hands, it was those filaments that held me, searched me.
One of his filaments pushed under the edge of my trousers, sliding down against my skin, finding the edge of my hair down there.
He was going to... oh, this had escalated quickly.
I struggled against the filament in my mouth that had felt like a tongue a moment before, as if he was kissing me, but now it was stopping me from speaking, and for the briefest moments,my anxiety flared back up as I struggled to push the filament out of my mouth. He slid down my bare skin, in between my lower lips, and parting them in an exhilarating moment, a hefty touch that left no mistake as to where this was going.
Then he pulled out of my mouth, and I could talk.
"Fuck!" I gasped as his touch circled my clit like he had studied the instruction manual for it. The pressure of my pleasure was building again, waves of glory that rolled through my body and threatened to break against the sheer wall of sensation.
"Is that a request?" he murmured, and I felt him press there, in between my legs, the soft parting of my opening as he slid in, just a little bit, just enough to make me want to claw at him, to drag him into me, but there was nothing to claw at and everything to grab. He had me, held firmly in his grasp, and there was nothing I could do but give in.
Yet he didn't push in further; he waited there, rolling around the building, nub of pleasure, not pushing in as my hips rocked to try to find him, to drag him into me.
Except, there was that one thing.
"Wait," I gasped. "Is that your... can you... You're not going to breed me right now, are you?"
Heat flushed through my body at the thought. Here I was, helpless and spread open by an alien, and the thought that he could just do that to me, to fill me up with his seed, oh, I wanted it so much. I wanted him to say yes and just do it, take me, overwhelm me with the moment.
"No," He murmured, the word tinged with regret. "If you want my seed, you will have to come and get it."
