He almost looks disappointed at the loss of contact, but I can see a spark of something else too.
He stands and offers me his hand. I accept it and let him lead me to the far side of the room, nearest to the trellised climbing vines and drippingred flowers. He gently pushes me by the shoulders until my back hits a steel panel.
“From the design of your cunt, I don’t think our species are all that different. The Deenz assured me we would be biologically compatible.”
“My cunt, huh?” I say, wanting to bite my finger with some weird nervous excitement that suddenly washes over me.
His eyes narrow, but mostly he ignores my reaction to the word.
“I’m going to remove my trousers.” He unbuttons the auto fastener and slides his legs out of the worn and patched leathers.
His cock springs free and he plants his hands on his hips. I cover my mouth to stop the gasp from escaping.
“You are very different from a human,” I mumble.
If you squint and lose much of the detail, you might convince yourself that his massive member was close in design to a human’s. But I’m not squinting.
He’s so fucking hard, and his cock is fucking thick. The corded muscles under his veined shaft twist until they reach his fat head.
Wait…heads!
Each rope of muscle ends at a small tip, five to be exact, each dripping with precum—my dance having done its work.
The heads rest tightly against each other, reminding me of a closed rose bud.
“There’s a lot going on there,” I breathe. Mekkra looks like he’s ready to put his pants back on as his ears tuck against his head almost bashfully, before I quickly add. “Show me how it works.”
A slow, heated grin spreads across his face. He puts his hand out in front of my mouth.
“Spit.”
And I do.
His dry hand presses against the wall next to my head, and he leans in while the other hand descends to the monster between his legs.
I watch in awe as he spreads my saliva over his heads and down his shaft. Each of his tips throb and leak as he moves his hand back up.
“I like to work my cock from the tip down to its base until I’m hard.”
“Check,” I joke, knowing that he’s not getting more rigid than he is now.
“Then, I circle my fingers around my heads, pulsing there, letting my mind wander to things I want.”
“And what do you want?” I ask as he works his cock.
“A mate, a mate whose cunt will milk my cock for all it’s worth,” he says as if it were so simple.
He bites his lip as he stares into my soul, and I look back down…almost uncomfortable with his intensity.
That’s when I see it change. The heads slick with their own juices, growing even more swollen. As they fill with blood, they separate.
“When I come inside my mate—” He gasps for a breath. “I will swell and lock inside of her cunt so that my seed stays in her womb.”
It looks just like a flower blooming, and I find my hand making its way to his hip.
At my touch, he bursts and shoots hot ropes of cum in a spiral, coating my dress, the floor, and his belly all at the same time.
“Oh,” I whisper, as his warm seed drips from the fabric of my skirt.
