Slowly he drew her hand down his chest, guiding her to touch him where he wanted her. He watched her avidly, as though mesmerized by the way her dark skin looked in contrast to the silvery-green pearl shimmer of his. His muscles twitched and quivered with pleasure under the caresses of her fingertips and his breath sucked in sharply when her fingernails scratched lightly. Lower still he drew her, first to his stomach and then dropped to his groin.
Every little sound of pleasure that escaped him made her body tighten with need. The desire clutched deep in her belly as a longing unlike anything she’d experienced before gripped her. It was him. His emotions mingling with hers, making her even hotter.
“Oh, my Darcy,” he groaned low, head tipped, watching her hands and face. “Look what you do to me just by touching me.”
Lured by his growling voice, she tore her gaze from his face and looked where he had guided her hand and a gasp escaped her. She couldn’t help it. The fullness of his cock had swollen his sheath lewdly. Her mouth watered at the sight of the head pressed against the dark lips of his sheath. When she traced her finger along the velvety opening he snarled out an oath. The warm flesh flared open under the pressure of his expanding organ. He made a pained sound the first time his cock stretched his slit and finally slipped free. He widened his legs as though to ease the pressure.
His cock was quite simply glorious. She cupped his length in her palm, savoring his slick, heated girth. The head was the deepest red, fading to pearly pink at the base where his black sheath folded back in soft petals that created a tongue-like fringe at the base that quivered slightly at her caress. The slit wept silken pre-cum, drenching her fingers.
For a moment all she wanted to do was admire him. The crown was formed by three scalloped ridges, the widest one textured with fine, iridescent red scales. When she smoothed her fingertip along the ridge Wharkuz moaned and arched his hips forward into her seeking fingers. As she explored him with light touches, she discovered the bead-like texture just under the skin
Not only was the plump head simply mouth watering, he was long, thick, and when fully hard, arched with an angle that had her squirming with her need to have him inside her.
Deep inside her.
But not yet.
He panted out her name when she slid both hands up and down his cock. Lubricated by his pre-cum, she let her grip piston along his length.
“It’s all right, my Wharkuz. Just feel. I want you to enjoy all of this.” When she tore her eyes from his cock, she found him gazing at her with an impossibly sweet expression of awe and love.
His hips bucked forward as he thrust into her fist. “I…I don’t want to release before you.”
“This is all for you. Let me pleasure you.” She smiled into his eyes, projecting all of her love and hunger for him. A full-body shudder ran through him and he cried out in delight and pleasure as he felt her. Taking that as acceptance, she stroked him faster.
He started to make one last protest but his voice broke on a cry and when she squeezed tighter around his base, he lost all control. His hands slid up her body and cupped her cheeks. His thumbs slid along her jaw to her chin as he searched her face. Lunging down, he captured her mouth with his and stole her breath away with the passion of his kiss.
Their earlier kisses had just been fumbling compared to the claiming of his mouth on hers now. With their tongues twined together, she deepened the kiss, loving how demanding he was with her. He drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked in a sensual pull. She filled him with her moans of pleasure as he devoured her. He swept her up and consumed her.
His hips jerked against her hand as she stroked him, his movements fluid, long pumps of his powerful hips until he reached his release. A roar tore through him and his thrusts became short and jagged moments before he swelled against her palm. Hot jets of cum spilled from him, shooting over her stomach and up her chest with the force of his passion.
Panting, he broke the kiss but didn’t draw away from her. He pressed his forehead to hers, his horns against her temples, warm and comforting. The scent of his spend was an erotic blend of vanilla and berries that shocked her. Her body responded with an ache of need at the smell.
She held his still-throbbing cock in her hand, slowing her strokes but keeping her fingers around his warmth as his hips stilled but his massive length did not completely soften. When she glanced down, she saw that a pale lilac liquid coated her knuckles and was spattered over her body. His cum was a pearly purple and it gave off a faintly bio-luminance, glowing where it touched her skin but not her clothing.
She longed, with a bone deep need, for him to paint every inch of her flesh in his cum. She felt a little dizzy just thinking about it.
“Darcy,” he whispered softly.
When she looked up, she found his burning gaze locked on her. “Yes, my Wharkuz?”
“That is not the proper way a male treats his female.” He sounded ashamed and she realized he was blushing.
“I wanted your first time to be about you.”
He drew back slightly so he could fix her with a serious look. “This is our first time. Not only mine. My mate should always be put first.” He drank her in with a steady, hungry look. His expression’s intensity exceeding the smolder he’d locked onto her when he’d been so sick. “I have messed this up. I should have asked if you accepted me before marking you.”
“Oh, Wharkuz, I accept you. I’ve accepted you for weeks now.”
He pressed a finger to her lips to silence her. “It is a well-known fact that once a male has taken in the scent of his bonded mate, there is no other who can satisfy him. The fragrance of her desire is a drug that can drive her male into a rutting frenzy. The taste of her is the only thing that can sate him. You have a choice, of course, you may repudiate me. I don’t want you to think this is…casual.”
The intent of his focus on her was enough to bring her to her knees.
A tightness squeezed low in her belly, a slick heat spreading between her thighs as the tiny hairs along her arms and neck tingled upward. Like the building of an electric storm. Like being stalked by the most dangerous predator. The mix of endorphins, lust and longing rushed through her system.
“Good. I want to be committed to you. I don’t just want a fling.” She darted out her tongue to lick at the fingertip at her lips. She wanted to be bare. Needed to be pressed against his body.
His scarlet eyes flared a brilliant shade as though lighting up from within. Something about his features went a little feral. The way he regarded her made her body arch toward him and she cursed the fact that she had on far too many clothes. “Then you truly are mine.”
His hands grasped the front of her shirt and with a jerk he ripped the front apart, making her cry out in shock. Pushing the shirt back, he caught her arms in the fabric and flashed her a wide, toothy smile as he bowed his head forward and brushed his mouth along her neck and throat, kissing, sucking and nibbling.
His nostrils flared wide. A dangerous hiss whispered from him as he savored her scent. “Mmm, my beautiful female.” He nuzzled his way down her chest, lips sucking and nipping over her skin until he reached her breast. He brushed a soft kiss to her dusky nipple and his tongue lashed the tight bud, making her moan. “Am I doing the snuggling right?” he asked, dropping to his knees before her.
She reluctantly let his cock slip from her greedy fingers, laughing at his question. She had a smart-ass response ready but he cupped her other breast in his powerful hand and the words melted into a moan of pleasure.
He gave her captured nipple a playful tweak, rolling it lightly between his fingertips. “Well?” He teased her other breast, peeking up at her.
Breathlessly she gasped out, “Oh yes. You are ready for advanced snuggling.” Caught between laughter of delight and begging him for more, her head fell back and she moaned out her pleasure.
He grinned up at her and drew her nipple into his mouth, giving it a tentative suck and swirled around it with the tip of h
is tongue. Luckily he supported her with the arm not busy squeezing and teasing her breast.
She managed to get free of the tatters of the shirt and slid her fingers over his dark scalp, caressing his head fin. His silken tresses curled around and through her fingers in response to her grip and she found her wrists tangled with tentacle-like fin-hair.
He moaned in response, receiving pleasure from the touch as much as she did from the act of holding onto him.
Grinding her hips forward, she yearned to feel him everywhere. Hands, fingers, tongue, that fantastic fin-hair. His cock. Every part of him. She couldn’t get enough of him and her body writhed in her attempt to get more. To have more.
He released her breast and grasped her hips in both hands, sliding his fingers down her thighs and pushing her pants down with the movement. Then he lifted her and carefully laid her on the floor between his knees.
The look he gave her as he spread her legs wide was one consumed by primal hunger. One hand gripped her hip and the other stroked and explored her stomach down to her pussy. “I’ve never seen you this way before.” He growled. “In only your skin.” He curved his fingers and stroked her once. “And fur. This is a delightful thatch.” He licked his lips as he explored the short, trimmed hair on her mons.
Using one thick knuckle, he brushed through the folds of her sex, sliding slowly and gently through her pussy lips. She was so hot and ready, she left a glossy heat over his skin that made him moan in delight. Her own sounds of pleasure lifted to mingle with his as she writhed on the floor before him at the single stroke up to her clit.
“You smell even better here,” he whispered and bowed forward, drawing in a slow, languid breath before following the path he’d smelled with the tip of his tongue. His lick was hotter than she expected and the glide along her was bold and firm, spreading her folds and ending in a spiral around her clit. Heat lanced through her body and she arched toward him but he retreated, teasing her.
His tail curled around her ankle, drawing her leg open when she tried to close her thighs and hide herself from the intensity of his gaze. She cried out when he nipped lightly at the exterior of her pussy and then pushed his tongue inside her experimentally. And pressed again to go deeper, and yet a third time, making her feel full and stretched as he swelled inside her.
“What are you…? Oh my god. Whar,” she whispered through her teeth as he eased his tongue in and out of her, exploring impossibly deep inside her, expanding and compressing to test her limits, using her sounds and hip movements to explore what she liked.
What she needed.
He craved the taste. She sensed his desire and hunger, the raw delight of having himself buried so intimately in her heated depths.
The pleasure built and climbed, spiraling until it crested and burst through her as he tongued her G-spot with relentless, attentive strokes. She grabbed onto his horns for purchase as her whole body seized in climax. As release throbbed through her, her inner walls clutched around his tongue. She coated him with her pleasure, embarrassed.
She’d never had an orgasm from oral sex before.
Then again, no one had a tongue like that, either. Or could hold their breath without any need of coming up while tongue-fucking her into oblivion.
Her release drove him into a frenzy and his hands clutched her hips, drawing her ass up and lifting her from the floor. His tail spread her wider and he drove his tongue in, hitting spots deeper than she’d ever felt. The rough, snarling growls he made should have been frightening but they only spurred her over the edge into another orgasm. This one even wilder than the first. She thought she would coat his whole face and chest with her release.
Only after the third climax did he slow his attentions and carefully ease his tongue from her, inch by inch. He lifted his gaze as he gave a long lap of her sex from her pucker to her clit. When she jerked in response to the touch on her sensitive bud, the corners of his lips curled up. “You have many secrets to explore,” he growled and wrapped his arms around her hips. Placing one last, light kiss to her clit, he released her, the promise that he’d return to that spot unspoken but burning in his gaze.
Her pleasure glistened on the pearly skin of his chin and cheeks and there was even some on his throat and chest. Heat and embarrassment climbed up her face and she shuttered her eyes, feeling vulnerable.
“Darcy?” Wharkuz carefully lowered her ass to the floor as he rocked back slightly from his fixation on her sex. He squeezed the fullness of her hips, dimpling her dark brown skin. She loved the contrast of their colorations. His red, nearly black fingers gleamed against her earthier shade.
She didn’t close herself off from him, even though she felt as if he’d touched her soul somehow. Did he like what he’d seen? She shyly covered his hands with hers. Why did she feel suddenly timid? Because the alien had seriously shattered her world. “I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed and… I haven’t let myself go like that before.” She pushed up, feeling slightly dizzy and giddy after multiple orgasms in such a short period of time.
The male had the gall to look smug as he squeezed her hands. “Good.” He pulled her to him. His tail stayed curled around her leg. One of his arms wrapped around her body, the other kept hold of her, twining their fingers together, protective and possessive. “I don’t want you to worry about your reaction. How can I think less of you when your response to my touches are exactly what I want.”
She shivered in desire as he adjusted her into his lap. His fingers stroked her hip and backside and then lightly raked up her spine to her shoulder. His other hand lifted to his lips and he wiped the glossy sheen from her very slowly, making it a sensual act. Then he licked one of his fingers, holding her gaze.
“I want to make you soak me with your salty-sweet liquid. I want to submerge myself in the little ocean of you and feel your tides pull against me. I want you undone and wild,” he whispered as he leaned in closer to her.
Unable to resist, she closed the last few inches between them and pressed her mouth to his. She tasted herself on his lips as her tongue thrust deep into his mouth to claim him. Kissing after oral wasn’t something she’d done before, even with her female lovers. It was an intimacy too deep for those other relationships. She’d laid herself bare before Wharkuz and he didn’t flinch away. Sharing a kiss tasting of her own pleasure seemed perfectly natural and insanely erotic. Tart, slightly salty and feminine flavors teased against her, mingling with the berry and vanilla scent that still lingered from his release.
His swelling cock nuzzled against her inner thigh as her hungry kisses consumed him and then he took back the control. He sucked her lower lip and pressed a small nip to her flesh that sent a sizzling pang of pain and pleasure through her. Coppery blood joined the splendid mingling of tastes and the scents threatening to drive her crazy with desire.
Growling low in his throat, Wharkuz adjusted her in his lap. Shifting his hips under her. She rocked against his lower stomach, loving the feel of his hard muscles gliding against her feverish sex. One hand raked through her curls, gathering a fist full to grip her as he slowly and seductively deepened the kiss and fed from her soft mewls of desire.
Despite the intensity of her orgasms, he already had her primed and needy for him again.
His cock had gone from firm to steel hard as his tongue tangled with hers. His length pulsed where it was trapped between her thigh and his body. Tormenting them both.
Using the hand fisting her hair, he drew her away. Her scalp ached sweetly from the force he had to exert to extract her lips from him. They were both panting and frantic after that forceful, passionate exchange. It was only a separation by inched but it felt like worlds. His breath fanned over her mouth, cooling the fever on her. He moaned out, “I need you.”
His whole body trembled each time she circled her hips. The movement brought his length closer to her sex, but not as near as she needed him. Her lust painted his taut muscles and she was on the brink of her own climax, teased and turned on bey
ond her limits.
“Yes. Please. Please take me, Wharkuz. My love.”
He rose up with a bestial snarl breaking past his clenched teeth. Though the sound of him made her nerves zing with jolt of adrenaline, he handled her with the utmost tenderness. His head and neck fins splayed wide, making him look even larger than before. A monstrous beast with glowing red eyes, his sparking fangs bared, reared above her, a creature of the deep. A nightmare.
Her Wharkuz.
The primal need and hunger pulsed from him, but there was love, too.
As he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his powerful hips. He remained on his knees, supporting her ass in one big hand while the other stroked her body. Her head fell forward against his chest and she threw her arms over his shoulders, delighting at the mass of him.
His cock brushed along her slit, nuzzling her clit and then sliding through the honey to the cleft of her ass before the thick head pressed against her opening. He was huge. But she was soaking wet and more than ready for him. She longed to be split open by him. His breath grunted out as he felt her entrance greet him. “You’re so sweet and tight, my Darcy.”
“Please, Wharkuz,” she begged against his chest and turned her head to press her teeth into his flesh to spur him on.
With a growl of pleasure, he gripped her ass tightly to hold her in place and surged upward, spearing his cock into her. Her breath rushed from her with a cry as he thrust into her to the thick root of his cock, stretching her with a delicious sort of violence that she didn’t realize she craved.
When his shaft bottomed out deep inside her, she came. Her climax crashed through her, shudders racking her body as she clung to him. She was split in two by him and it felt fantastic. Her cum soaked his length and even before her inner muscles had ceased clutching him, he began to move.
Holding her still with one hand, he drilled up into her, hips and ass jerking back and then surging up to drive home into her with a loud slap of flesh. He took her. Claimed her with savage pumps so rough that her teeth clicked together with the bone-jarring force of it and still she longed for more. She clawed against his shoulders to hold on.
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