With a groan, I lean forward and take one sweet nipple between my lips. My eyes slide shut as I swirl my tongue over the puckered tip. When Leelee moans low and slides her core up and down my hard length, I see stars behind my eyelids. She cups the back of my head, clutching me to her breast. I suck and lave and lick and nuzzle her breasts as Leelee slides her core, which feels like molten heat, up and down my cloth-covered erection. I wrap an arm around her waist to slow her movements before I end up spilling prematurely. Leelee makes a noise that is half excitement and half frustration.
Grabbing her hips, I control her movements, letting her ride against my length in small jolting increments that make a keening sound slip from her mouth. Leelee slides her hand from the back of my head, cupping my jaw and pulling my lips to hers. She murmurs my name against my mouth, triggering something primal inside me.
I need all of her.
I stand up, cupping my hand under Leelee’s bottom and the other around her waist to keep her pinned to my body. Then I walk us to her bedroom.
The moment the door of Leelee’s bedroom closes behind me, all sounds of the outer world seem to evaporate into a distant murmur, replaced by absolute peace. The air around us is thick with anticipation. I feel a hint of nerves trying to rise in my mind. Leelee is sweet and delicate. The concept of tenderness is foreign to me, but I need to temper my training and instincts to ensure I touch her how she deserves.
As I lay her down on the bed, Mango, Leelee’s animal that I had initially mistaken for livestock, lets out a disgruntled yowl from his position on a plush pillow. His sharp eyes look at me with open distrust. The animal jumps down from the bed and struts over to the now-closed door, his tail swishing behind him. I follow the creature, opening the door for it to leave, grateful when Mango elects to exit the room with a flick of its tail. I re-close the door, ensuring that the creature stays out.
Turning around to face Leelee once more, the sight that greets me sends a shock through me. She is perched on the edge of the bed, working her pants over her hips and down her legs. As the pants pool around her ankles, she’s left clad only in a tiny bit of white lace. My breath stalls in my chest as I take in the sight of her, my instincts buzzing with an odd mixture of shock, lust, and awe.
I have never seen a female in a state of undress before. I have seen training images and videos, of course. But this is nothing like the instructional materials I was provided as a youth. Those images were technical and sterile, but Leelee is before me, live and vibrant.
Leelee’s body is also different from Cryzorian females – there is a certain vulnerability and softness to her, which my hard-structured people lack. Lust races through me, but I also feel a surprising tenderness. An emotion that would be alien among my fellow Cryzorians, but here, with Leelee, it seems right. And with this new perspective dawns a fresh kind of respect, not dictated by supremacy or rank, but by this inexplicable bond I feel with Leelee, the human female who saved my life.
I stare, awestruck and transfixed, as Leelee climbs into the bed, lounging back against her pillows. The thin scrap of white lace encircling her hips disappears between the curves of her shapely thighs. Astonished, I behold this vision with my body shuddering and my cock ready to explode.
My awe must show on my face because Leelee giggles at me and asks, “Do you like what you see?”
Leelee sprawls across the sheets, a soft blanket of colorful patchwork squares beneath her, contrasting against her pale curves. I watch as she pulls her chestnut curls away from her flawless face, splaying them across her pillow. With her eyes closed, she brushes her slender fingers along her jawline, tracing the curve of her throat with an unconscious grace. Mesmerized, I follow the graceful path of Leelee’s delicate hand as it glides downwards, tracing between her breasts. She turns her hand to trace the contours of her waist, emphasizing the flare of her hips. A visible shiver passes through Leelee as she traces her fingers back and forth along the edge of the lace hiding the last bit of her nudity from my eyes.
Arching her back, Leelee stretches like a feline basking in the warmth of the sun, the contours of her body beckoning me with an unspoken invitation. I find myself captivated by this bold display of sensuality. An unfamiliar heat stirs deep within me, a primal instinct so foreign yet magnetic pulls at my restraint. The sight of her ignites a fiery yearning, a sensation I never felt before. Leelee tears through my defenses without even realizing it.
When Leelee opens her eyes and our gazes meet, something primal and potent awakens within me, surging forth as an inarticulate, low growl of raw desire, a sound alien even to my own ears. Leelee bites her lips and gives me a sultry look, one that pulls my feet around the side of the bed and to her side.
“You are…” I search for the right words, but there isn’t any good enough to describe her. “You are a vision, Leelee. I’ve never seen anything as lovely as you.”
The words are insufficient, but she gives me such a pleased, blush-filled look that all my doubts melt away. All that is left is desire.
She reaches out and grabs one of my arms, gently tugging me to join her. I find myself lying atop Leelee softly, cocooned between her parted thighs. I ease between them instinctively, her warmth pulling me closer and grounding me. There’s something natural, something right, in this connection as if the universe itself had conspired to bring us together.
Looking down at Leelee, her hair splayed out against her pillow in a glorious tangle, I feel a sudden pull in my being, a wave of strange warmth cascading through me. Her eyes, those twin pools of earthy greens and browns meet mine, her trust mirrored in their depth, outshining any celestial bodies I’ve traversed.
I stare down at Leelee and commit this moment to memory. When I return to the vast emptiness of the stars, I will cherish this very image. Leelee, with her legs open in acceptance, her hair haloing her, her lips softly parted. This will be my solace, the image forever etched deep into my mind.
“Leelee,” I murmur, my words echoing in the charged air. My gaze drops from her eyes to her parted lips, noting how they tremble.
Her scent is so feminine, so maddening. Lust assails me as I rake my eyes over her lush breasts, her narrow waist, her flaring hips – what waits for me between her legs.
I let my hand follow the same path hers had traced only moments ago. When I reach the edge of her lacey undergarment, I glance at her face, a question in my gaze. She nods fervently, a hungry, needy look in her eyes.
Taking delicate care, my fingers slip slowly under the edge of the garment. Leelee lifts her hips and helps me peel the material down her legs, revealing the part of her I yearn to explore. I move down her body reverently, kissing every inch of her skin on my way. I let my lips pay a fervent homage to her round, firm breasts, kissing and sucking on her nipples until they are rose-blushed peaks. I place a soft, reverent kiss on the sweet indent of her navel. Then kiss her hip bone, pulling a small giggle from Leelee’s lips.
A low growl vibrates from my chest as I finally settle between her thighs. I glance up to check on my Leelee – to make sure she isn’t having second thoughts. Her eyes, wide and glazed with anticipation, meet mine. It’s a look that speaks of her unwavering faith in me. It pleases me that she trusts this pivotal moment to my care.
With anticipation and want making my ears buzz, I bring my gaze back to the prize before me. For a long silent moment, I stare, awestruck by her pink flesh, by her soft, glistening folds. I growl, no longer able to form words. I want to tell her she is beautiful, that she is the finest female in the entire universe – to have ever existed. She is formed much like a Cryzorian female. Except pink. So pink. Lusciously pink.
“By Cryzor’s Might, Leelee,” I growl, the choked words barely coherent.
Leelee spreads her thighs wider, running her hands down to frame her center. “Please, touch me, Ravok.”
Euphoria lights within me at her needy plea. I reach out to do as Leelee asked, my gaze flicking between Leelee’s face and the pink folds before me. Her soft curls feel foreign against the hardness of my palm. I look at her face, observing the gentle blush that colors her cheeks and the heavy-lidded look in her eyes. She closes her eyes, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks. As I slowly and softly brush my fingers against her skin, Leelee makes a plaintive, needy whine. The way she arches into my touch lights me up from the inside. With one hand, I gently part her folds, her springy curls tickling my fingers. I groan like a dying beast at the sight that greets me. I press the pad of my thumb to the nub that should give her pleasure and rub it. Leeleemakes a keening noise that confirms her pleasure. I slide my thumb down her center and shudder at what I encounter.
“Wet,” I choke out, the sound more of a growl than an actual word. “You’re wet.”
How have I become the luckiest Cryzorian in existence? What could I have possibly done to deserve something like this? To be able to touch a female of this caliber? I was instructed that females produce lubricant when adequately stimulated. Still, I was unprepared for the visceral feeling and realization that I have brought my female such pleasure that she is dripping with her need for me.
