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We had gone to the convention, and she went behind a curtain to get into what she called ‘cosplay.’ She sashayed out of the room blue as hell. There were some darker stripes on her body. She didn’t exactly look like one of my kind. I had never seen a creature like what they painted her to look like. She was wearing a black wig. They had her wearing a black leather skirt that was too tight. After that, I couldn’t control any of my pheromone responses. Not that I didn’t like her human skin. I did. But this was different. I stayed off to the side as she worked at the booth. She said this was normal in her gig life. After her stint at the booth, we walked around the convention. There were other aliens here, but I ignored them. They couldn’t compare to a blue Chloe.
Since I let down my filter, everyone kept saying that I was an alien from some book. She would laugh and slide her hands down my back.
Right above my bottom and pat or rub the spot, as she would say, “Obviously not. He doesn’t have a tail.” One day, I would need to ask her what that meant. I couldn’t think straight. She was hot as hell. She kept touching my bare chest.
Every time she did it, her fingers would glide on my skin even longer. Her arousal wafted through the air. My pheromones and her arousal whipped around us. No one else was affected. There were other aliens there, but they avoided us. I didn’t pay attention to them; only Chloe mattered. My smart watch beeped as the ship alerted me to the pheromone levels in the air. I knew. I didn’t need that insane ship to tell me. Every time Chloe’s eyes captured mine, they were blown with desire.
After an hour of this torture, she pulled me to a hallway behind the labyrinth of booths. She stepped closer to me, her eyes looking into mine as her hands rubbed down my chest. Every touch lighted more desire in me. In response, the small hallway was becoming thick with pheromones.
“I need you to fuck me. Please. I’m sorry. Please fuck me,” she begged. She got on her knees. The sight of Chloe on her knees before me was a magical sight. How many times had I imagined those lips around my two cocks?
“I know we’re just friends, but . . . I need your cock. I’m sorry. I think I’m going mad.” Chloe’s hand reached up to unzip my pants.
The sound of the zipper woke me from my reverie. I stopped her hand and pulled her up. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” I said. If she opened my pants, she would have seen that my skin was actually blue, and that I had two cocks. Her sigh seemed to echo against the walls or were my senses more attuned to her? She stood up and put her hands against the wall. Her ass was sticking out, and the skirt had ridden up, causing her panties to be visible. My hand rubbed against her ass. She moaned. I snapped the waistband of the panties.
“Do you want people to hear? Guess we will have to stop that hole up.” I pulled the panties down her legs. “Step out.”
I wadded them up. I leaned over her body. “Open.”
Chloe’s mouth opened, and I stuffed her panties in her mouth. Her stifled moan made my cocks grow harder. Her slick was sliding down her legs. Gods of Amora, that’s my fault. My pheromones were making her lose control of her body. But it looked divine. My finger ran up her thigh. I licked her juices off my finger. I groaned as I tasted her sweet nectar.
I unzipped my pants. Both my cocks were rock hard, but I couldn’t use my knotted cock. That would only be for my mate and Chloe couldn’t be my mate. I would have to give her the other one. I pumped my thick cock in my hand as I looked at her cunt. “Are you ready, Chloe?”
Chapter 19
Chloe
“Are you ready, Chloe?”
I had never been this horny in my entire life. Arousal kept pounding my body. Some of it didn’t feel like mine. It felt like . . . a strange sort of arousal. Either way, I was bent over in this hallway offering myself to Ric. He had stuffed my panties in my mouth and my wetness was on my tongue. I could feel more wetness sliding down my leg. I whined as I shook my head rapidly. His hand grabbed my hips as his cock slid up and down my seam. I wiggled again.
“Shhh, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered as he pushed his cock to my entrance. “Is your cunt needy?”
I whined again. His other hand grabbed my hip as he pushed himself inside me even further.
He was fucking huge. I don’t know if he had slipped a ribbed condom on, but I swear I felt beads on his cock. He paused as he bottomed out in my pussy. He sighed as his hands gripped my hips roughly.
“Gods, Chloe. What a perfect cunt for me,” he whispered. My pussy clenched against his cock. He grunted as he pushed in and out of me. There was an off sensation touching me during his thrusts, but I dismissed it as his balls. Every time he bottomed out, I saw stars behind my eyes. This cock was amazing. Even without touching my clit, like I often had to, I could feel my orgasm coming closer and closer. Those magical beads were rubbing against every sweet spot inside my body.
He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled me upwards. “Maybe next time, I can touch you more, but I don’t want to ruin that pretty body paint . . . yet.”
I moaned into my gag. My stomach flipped imagining fucking him again.
“Do you want everyone here to know what a slut you are for my cock?”
My pussy clenched in response. He chuckled. “Of course you do. You and this needy cunt love this, don’t you? Someone could walk in here any minute and see you getting pounded.”
As his words rolled over in my head, the ever building coil inside my body snapped. I started to fuck and bounce on his cock even harder as I chased the orgasm. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his cock. Slobber leaked from the edge of my mouth around my panties. Warm cum splashed on my walls. Was he not wearing a condom? Why did his cock feel so different? I would have to ask him later. After what seemed like minutes, our combined juices were leaking from my core. He pulled out, and another gush rolled down my leg, smearing the paint on my skin. It looked awful. Purple and blue. The paint must have changed the color of his cum. He reached forward and grabbed the panties out of my mouth. He used them to wipe up as much of the spunk as he could. His blue face was darkening with embarrassment as he cleaned me.
“I am so sorry, Chloe.”
“What do you mean? I pressured you into having sex with me.”
His orange eyes looked up—his contacts were amazing. His entire cosplay was unbelievable and somehow it was still on him, even after this fuck session. My heart did a flip in my chest. He was amazing. Always had been.
He stood back up. “I don’t think these can be saved.”
“No, I don’t think so. Let’s go home.” I grabbed his hand. As we walked by a trash can, he threw my panties inside the receptacle. The more I touched Ric, the more I felt the heat in my body rise higher. I had an unbelievable orgasm. How could I be getting horny again?
