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Another nod, pouting eyes. She might not be able to beg with her lips, but she’s begging me with those eyes.
I kiss her breasts, not ready to stop teasing her and playing with her body. But I know my female needs to come soon or she’ll revolt. I leave a trail of kisses on my way back to her cunt— between her breasts, on her rounded belly, in the divot of her belly button, at the tender apex of her thigh. I use my tongue liberally, knowing that the tingles of my aphrodisiac will have her squirming again. I crave the thought of giving her the drug. The prospect of watching her become ravenous for my cock dances in my mind, but if she had reservations about penetration, then it’s simply not an option tonight. Even a stroke of my tongue on hers would have her forgetting all her concerns in a heartbeat, and she’d demand I give her all of me.
“If you behave a little longer,” I say, descending my head to her lower lips, “I’ll be taking that garment out of your mouth so you can scream for me.”
The short break made her even more sensitive. As I lick at her gently, she shivers, whimpering for more. I keep suckling and tonguing her pearl at a steady pace, even as I test her opening with my forefinger.
The muffled moans become frantic when I plunge a finger inside with my lips sealed over her pearl. I thrust into her gently, curling my finger experimentally. I’m not certain when it comes to human bodies. Could she climax from the inside like a Kar’Kali or a Zaledian? My tongue doesn’t stop working as I thrust and curl, thrust and curl my finger. I suppose there’s no harm and doing things just like a Kar’Kali female would like it… And sure enough, I touch a spot that makes her cry out and spasm — not quite an orgasm, but extreme pleasure. I try to recreate the same stroke, and she desperately claws at my shoulder.
I remove my finger and her incoherent babble turns to indignation. I sit up for a moment to pluck the fabric from her mouth. She sputters, sucking in air for a tap.
“Please,” is the first thing out of her mouth. “Please, Kalla…”
“Yes, I’ll make it better,” I coo, kissing her cheek. The salt of her sweat mixes with the taste of her juices on my tongue. I slip my finger into her gasping mouth so she can taste herself. She sucks at it and my cock twitches. “You can let it all out now.”
When she releases my finger, I bend back to her cunt. She’s nearly dripping with her need, her thighs shivering and slippery from it. This time, I take two fingers inside and sink them deep, letting her adjust to the added girth. Her hips grind against me as she murmurs encouragement.
“Yes, yes,” she sighs so quietly I can hardly hear. When I thrust into her slowly, she gets louder. The words turn to moans. I bow my head to lick her again, confident in my strokes now. I have a better grasp on what pleases her, so my tongue does the work without a thought. With every thrust of my fingers she makes new animalistic groans of ecstasy. I curl my fingers, praying to the spirit that I can make her spasm again. The way she lost all control of her body made me feral. My frantic movements within her create a sloppy sound.
Drenched to the knuckles in her cum, I lick and suck at her pearl like a male possessed. Like the moment just before a mark kill, I can’t stop what I’ve started. I’m thirsty for her final moments. I want to see her lose herself.
She begins to scream with every tap of my fingers against her walls, so I don’t stop. I hit her with an unrelenting assault until she releases a new flood of wetness. Her cunt flutters around me as the scream becomes a strangled sigh. Then the tension in her snaps and she flops into repose. I carefully remove my fingers and tongue, giving her some affectionate strokes on her quivering thighs.
Her expression is dazed, as if she had ingested my aphrodisiac after all. But it’s just the heady aftermath of a good orgasm. I recline beside her to stare, transfixed by her every subtle movement.
“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she sighs, resting her head on my outstretched arm.
“Like what?”
“Like a dream I never wanna wake from.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
KAYE
I knewhe had a touch of dominance in him. It’s tempered with that gentle attention to detail I’ve been noticing, but there’s dominance, nonetheless. When it jumped out, I was both not expecting it and yet not surprised at all. It’s a soft dominance that works for me in ways that rougher versions never did before. The way he took control of my pleasure felt like a burden lifting. I only had to listen and respond, no thinking required.
The black eyes of the mating call have not faded since the moment he embraced me in the bathroom, naked and damp. They burn into me like coals, never letting me forget his inhumanity. My alien is more than a lover. Those eyes mean he’s bound to me forever, will never waver from this state of passion. What a comfort it is to let it wash over me with no fear of abandonment. Another might see those whiteless eyes and think of a demon, but all I see is the bond that fuels his love— dark and depthless.
“I promise it’ll be like that from now on,” he says, dipping his face into my hair. He’s close enough that his nose brushes my ear. His obsession with my hair is obvious, and I find it charming to watch him bask in it like it’s strands of precious metal chains. “You’re always safe in my bed. I’ll give you everything you want and nothing you don’t.”
I turn toward him, my body straining at the slightest movement. I haven’t had such an intense orgasm in years, and on top of it, I can’t remember the last time I touched myself. His knuckles drag over my collarbone.
“When you’re ready, I’m going to do it again.”
“What about you, Kalla?” I reach for his cock, palming the tip of it. The flesh is hot and soft. The color fascinates me, gray like the rest of him at the base with a pretty pink head that’s swollen with need. My mouth runs dry at the girth; I can’t close my fingers around it.
“I thought you were going to fuck my mouth for a minute there,” I say, stroking him as far down as I can reach. When we’re face to face like this, I have to strain to grasp his cock.
“Mm… I noticed,” he muses as he lazily kisses my ear, then suckles on the lobe.
“Why is your tongue black, but your dick is pink?”
“Why is your hair red, but your freckles are brown?” He laughs. “I don’t know. Kar’Kali with blue hair have blue freckles to match. Those with other hair have none at all. We are just different. Thankfully though, similar in other ways.”
A teasing finger dips between my legs to stroke my clit. I can’t stop a gasp of excitement from releasing. It’s sensitive right now, likely primed for a much quicker climax to follow. He grins.
“Your pearl likes me,” he whispers in my ear.
