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She smiled at him. “You’re happy?”

“Not about my missing horn. I am happy you’re here. Do you really not mind that I’m incomplete?”

“To me, you’re perfect.”

Loka grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of him, so they lay chest to chest.

Heather laughed as she adjusted her position, spreading her legs so she straddled his thighs. “We might need to work on this. It’s my first time being with someone who has horns, claws, and is... much bigger than me.”

“I have a horn. Singular. Just the one.”

“It’s a lovely horn. It always was my favorite.”

Loka grumbled.

“You’re, well, from the feel of what I’m sitting on, you’re quite a bit bigger than human males.”

Loka liked the idea of being better endowed than the feeble human mates Heather had encountered. He bucked his hips upwards to give her a taste of his desire.

“Whoa there, cowboy.” Heather grabbed his horn. “Like I said, this will take a bit of getting used to.” With her free hand, she slid it down his chest and circled his cock. Her gaze dropped down, and she shuffled back, still keeping a hold of his horn.

“Is something wrong?” Loka sucked in a breath at the delicious feel of Heather’s hand stroking his shaft.

“You feel ribbed.” Heather leaned closer to his cock, her breath tickling the top. “I’ve seen pictures, but this is my first, real-life Picar cock.”

Loka nodded, the intense sensation of Heather holding his horn and gripping his cock was almost too much. “This is how all male Picars are formed. We are ribbed because it gives the females maximum pleasure.”

“Evolution is an incredible thing.” Heather stroked her hand up and down his shaft. “It must be quite a ride being on you.”

His grin was wicked. “Would you like to find out?”

Her lust filled gaze met his. “Absolutely.”

Chapter 22

The hard ridges of Loka’s cock in Heather’s hand made her feel excited and scared. He was thick and solid. She had no clue how she would fit all of him inside her. But she was determined to have a go.

Sliding off her tank top, Heather threw it to the floor. She could see Loka was suffering because of his lost horn. She wanted to make sure he knew it didn’t matter to her. He was her alien. She’d love him with no horns but recognized how important they were to him.

As Heather lifted herself back onto her knees, Loka’s hands cupped her breasts. She gasped as his mouth explored, licking and sucking his way to the erect nipple.

She grabbed his horn to give her stability and slid her hands up and down it.

It was as if she’d just grabbed his cock. Loka bucked underneath her, almost slamming her head straight into the wall.

Heather gripped his horn harder. This could be a bumpy ride.

He looked up from his delicious exploration of her breasts. “I want your first time with a Picar to be a memorable one. Good memories.”

“They’re going to be great memories, especially if you don’t stop what you’re doing.”

Loka’s head bobbed back down, lavishing her other breast with attention.

Heather shifted forward, her focus on his horn. Stimulating a Picar’s horn could bring them off, but she had no clue if there was a special technique you needed. It would be fun to experiment and see what she could achieve on her first attempt.

Using both hands, Heather cupped the base of Loka’s horn and slid her fingers up and down it. The horn curled several times before reaching the point, making it hard to stroke it fully. Instead, she used her tongue on the curls, licking between the crevasses until she got to the tip.

Loka’s hands grabbed her butt, and he kneaded her flesh, moans and grunts coming out of him as she continued to explore his horn with her hands and tongue. She kissed from the tip of the horn down to the base and then back up again.