Page 28 of Tarak's Torment


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“Mmmhmmm,” I nodded and eagerly waited for more of his touches.

He grunted and continued to kiss down my neck, sending a sensual shiver down my spine.

Tarak gently grazed my collar bone with his soft lips and paused. “Good,” I whispered with a smile on my face. I liked this sexy little lesson we had going on.

He continued kissing down my chest until he came to my nipple. A ridged tongue extended from his mouth and he flicked the hard tip of my breast, wringing a moan from my lips.

He grunted with approval and took my nipple into his mouth, where he continued to work it with his tongue in the most pleasurable ways.

“Ga-good,” I whispered. Tarak dragged his lips along my skin from one breast to the other. Then he took my other nipple into his mouth and flicked and nipped until I was moaning all over again.

He paused as he took in a deep breath through his nose. Then he shifted downward as he kissed down my abdomen to my core.

Tarak positioned his face between my thighs and I opened my legs wider for him.

“Can I kiss you here?” He licked his lips in anticipation and even though he hadn’t even touched me there yet, my clit throbbed, making me yearn for this alien more than I had yearned for anyone in my life.

I nodded my head, giving him permission to continue.

“Good,” Tarak grunted. He licked my pussy, tickling the entrance of my core with his tongue sending light sensations of pleasure through my body.

He made his way to my clit and the first swipe of his tongue over my sensitive bundle of nerves had me lifting my hips off the furs.

Tarak moaned as well, as if my pleasure were his own. His tongue danced over my clit in a chaotic pattern that made me gasp and writhe beneath him. His hands gripped my waist as if he was afraid I might vanish into thin air if he let go, but his tight grip only added to my pleasure.

Tarak lifted his head and grunted, “Good.” It wasn’t a question this time. He knew what he was doing felt good.

His lips came back down on my flesh, causing me to gasp once again. Tarak was a fast learner and I could feel my orgasm building up within me, but I needed more.

I started to work my nipples when I felt Tarak’s much larger hand bat mine away.

“Mine,” he growled. Then he worked my nipple between his fingers, delicately rolling the peaked tip around and around, causing me to cry out his name.

He returned to my clit and his licking turned to sucking. My hands went to his horns as my body locked up like a bowstring ready to be released into the abyss of overwhelming pleasure. With one more pinch of my nipple and suck of my clit, my vision went fuzzy as an orgasm washed over me like a flood. My core spasmed over and over again, sending sensations down every muscle and nerve, but Tarak kept going, determined to bring me as much pleasure as possible.

“Too sensitive.” I pushed him away.

Tarak nodded in acknowledgement and sat back on his haunches looking slightly dazed. When he finally came back to himself he asked, “What is it called when you cried out and your sweetness coated my tongue?”

“Oh that?” I was suddenly feeling bashful. I enjoyed teaching Tarak about sex, but it also felt more intimate than I had anticipated. I’d never been so vulnerable with a sexual partner before. Tarak made it easy, though, since he was putting his complete trust in me to teach him something he clearly knew very little about.

“That’s called an orgasm,” I replied.

“And an orgasm is good?”

“An orgasm is very good,” I smiled. “It’s the highest point of pleasure a person can reach.”

He puffed out his chest a little as he gave me a nod of acknowledgement.

“Tarak, have you ever orgasmed before?”

I knew he was a virgin, but surely he’d at least touched himself before? “Have you stroked yourself until your, uh, seed came out?” I pointed to his crotch for clarification purposes.

He nodded his head, “I did a few times when I was young and my cock first started to rise, but I have not felt the urge to do so in many moons.”

That seemed understandable. There weren’t any females his age in his dekes and maybe he wasn’t attracted to males.

“You know, I could pleasure you like you pleasured me,” I grinned up at him as I put my clothes back on.