"You're already so wet." He shudders.
He slides his fingers up and down the sides of my clit, like he did on our first meeting, as if he's memorized that moment. I buck against his hand.
"I want to taste you, please tell me I can," hebegs, dropping to his knees on the ground and pushing my knees apart.
"Yes," I moan, reclining on my elbows for a better view.
He kisses up my thighs, and when he gets to my pussy, he draws in a deep breath and groans as though he's finally found his home.
"Lick my clit," I pant, his breath already driving the nerves of my sex wild.
As if all he needed was my permission, he's a warlord unleashed. Mekkra's tongue dives between my lips and thrums against the bundle of nerves there. I want him so badly in this moment, that I'm dripping as he works.
I don't think I've ever been this wet for someone, even the sheets below me feel drenched.
"Make me yours," I say only a little shakily.
"But I thought you weren't ready for that?" He cocks his head, stepping closer.
"Just…go slow—you're big."
He stands, leaving me mewling in this space debutante dress.
"I would never hurt you, I want you to know that." He steps towards one of his glass-covered flowers. "I knew about our size difference when I negotiated for you, and I knew then we might need…help fitting."
He lifts the cloche and snaps one of the lilac-colored pods from the plant, crushing it between his fingers.
"I was told this would be the best remedy for that." He returns to the bed. Looking down at his fingers, I see that the bud has crushed into what kind of looks like a sparkling purple slime.
"Would you like to try it? I'll stop if it's painful or if you ask me for any reason." He lifts his mouth. "I'm going to stretch you with my fingers, mate."
He slips a bent knuckle inside of me and it nearly slips out because of the alien lube.With his claw tucked into his own palm, he fucks me with his broad finger, leaning forward to lap at my clit. I'm a fucking crumbling, slick mess of a woman.
I grab his mane, holding him onthe perfect spotuntil stars creep in on the edges of my vision.
"I'm going to come," I pant.
Mekkra, to his credit, stays the course. If anything, the pressure of his long, broad tongue on my clit deepens. Each swipe of it has my body sizzling with pleasure.
And when I break, he switches to sucking my clit between his lips, drawing out my orgasm longer than any human man ever has.
He only relents when I push him away as the pleasure verges on overstimulation. He smiles, a true kind of smile I don't think I've ever seen before—his chin glistening with my juices.
I don't think I've ever seen him happy before…and hell, if this is what makes him happy, I might have made the right choice in a mate.
He pushes the obnoxious dress ruffle down, kissing his way up until his body is over mine. I can feel his thick heads pressing against my pussy and slipping against the wetness there until he's notched at my opening.
"I'll stop if it's too much," he breathes as he grips the root of his shaft. "Can I claim you?"
And there I go, melting ever further into the bed. I clutch my hands on his chest, trying to ground my body against his.
"I'm ready," I say before taking a deep breath and trying my best to relax.
He kisses my forehead before pushing his cock into me.
It’s—easier than I thought it would be. Hismagic alien lube has his heads slipping inside with practically no resistance. But it doesn't make him any smaller, despite the fact that his heads are twisted and small…I know they'll grow.
I won't deny there's a sting, but that sharpness fades. He thrusts and my muscles give way. Each movement eases the tension at my center, slow and deliberate, and with every shift of his hips, he presses closer—deeper—until there’s nowhere left to go.
