by Sabrina Kade
“You have meshed your mouth with his?”
“I’m sorry.” I lower my head, ashamed that Drazal’s going to think I’m slutty, running from one guy to the next. But it’s not as simple as that. I want Drazal to know I’ve wanted him for a long time – so much more than I ever wanted Iriel. I didn’t know what to do when things got heavy. I freaked out. Ugh, I want to tell him all these things, but the words remain under lock and key.
“Why do you apologize to me?” Drazal’s voice is soft like satin, and he curls a finger under my chin, lifting my eyes to his. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Phoebe.”
I nod, feeling helpless and foolish under his gentle gaze. “I couldn’t do it anymore. Not with him. I don’t know if other assignments will be like this, and if not, why would I want to throw away happiness for the one chance I get?”
“There will be no other assignments.”
I blow a raspberry. “You say that but—”
“It is true,” Drazal fills in, leaning closer. “There will be no other assignments. If you believe you can find happiness with me, then this will be it for both of us.”
My heart pounds against my chest as Drazal lowers his hands and braces them around my hips. I feel positively tiny when he’s holding me, and this erupts a new round of fluttery butterflies in my stomach. Iriel has touched me like this, but it’s never made me feel so good like it does now. I’ve never all but come undone when the crown of Iriel’s cock brushed against my lower belly. It’s happening now, though, and I glance down, surprised to see and feel it before I focus once more on Drazal’s intense goldilicious eyes.
He’s staring at my top.
“There is much fabric here,” he says thickly.
“Too much fabric?” I try my hand at flirting. This whole conversation feels downright scandalous. We’re pretty far from the lair opening, and the grass is high enough to provide privacy if we lay down, but we’re both on our knees right now.
“Too much, yes.” Drazal hooks a thumb at the hem and arches it up slowly, as though testing my reaction. He eases the fabric above my bellybutton and then my ribcage. It brushes the lower parts of my breasts and teases my nipples. With a flick of his wrist, it’s gone and laying in a heap with Drazal’s shorts.
His breath catches when I’m topless before him, and his goldilicious eyes shamelessly drop to my pale chest, and pink nipples hardened at the ends. He’s not ashamed to look at me so openly, and it’s so hot that we’re doing this out in the open. He’s completely naked though, and that doesn’t seem fair, so without giving myself a moment to hesitate, I slip off my skirt and push it to the side.
This is so wrong, but that’s what makes it so incredible.
Drazal looks at me as though he’s never seen a woman before in his life, and I immediately grow less concerned about my small boobs and bony shoulders. Not to mention, it’s hard to feel self-conscious when I’m kneeling before such an impressive specimen of man. And that same, muscular, scaled, wall of masculinity is looking at me like every boy looked at Britney Spears the first time they saw one of her music videos.
Trying desperately not to stare at the massive length of man between us, I lift my chin, inviting him to kiss me. My nipples are like diamonds, prickling against his chest, and his cock bobs as though my touch is too much for him to take. This is naughty, and yet, it feels all too damn good. However, Drazal doesn’t press his lips to mine. Does he not understand what he’s supposed to do? Aliens don’t usually kiss, and Prince Korben and Dolan certainly spent a lot of time crowing about how great it was.
Maybe Drazal doesn’t know how because, of course, he’s never been with a human female before. That’s okay. Young or not, I’ll make a pretty good teacher. “I’m going to kiss you. When my mouth touches yours, open yours and accept mine.”
“You wish to mesh mouths?” He arches a curious eyebrow, cock brushing my lower belly.
I nod greedily. “Oh yes. Please. I want that very much.” I circle my fingers tightly around his hair and pull his face to mine before he has a chance to back out.
And we kiss.
I don’t understand why Drazal acted so confused only moments ago because he catches on to the movements of a kiss with ease. His tongue is forked, long and scaled, brushing up against the soft flushness of mine, and when he tickles the roof my mouth, it sends a hot zing down to my pussy, and I grow dripping wet within a few breaths. He may be a virgin to kisses, but geez. He’s a fast learner.
I pull away to give my brain a few moments to catch up to my body. Otherwise I’m going to pin this alien to the earth and drop my pussy on his dick. I need to keep a clear head. I’m so hot and bothered, and Drazal must feel the same way because he’s panting and absently stroking the length of his cock. That’s a whole lot of length. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, I’m so attracted to Drazal and the way he makes me feel.
“You are all right, Phoebe?”
I stop panting long enough to lift my chin and notice he’s still stroking himself off. I can’t imagine what it must like to be a guy, but from the looks of it alone, that hard-on looks borderline painful. “The better question is, are you all right?” I lower my eyes to his dick, and he stops stroking. “Would you like me to take care of that?” The words sound hesitant when they leave my lips, but that’s not because I don’t want to. I’m worried he won’t want me. I only left Iriel’s lair a few hours ago, and now I’m here, asking if I can take his cock in my hand.
“You do not have to.” Drazal sounds unsure though, as though if he’s connecting the dots about what I’m going to do to take care of things. He lowers his eyes, and I do the same, fully taking in that scaled, flushed, pink, member.
“I want to.” It’s true. I really, really do.
Drazal’s posture relaxes, and I take this as an invitation to slowly wrap my fingers around his impressive length. He’s thick too, and though the scales look scary at first, they’re soft and velvety to the touch, like sage leaves. I’m starting to understand why Layla and Sloane bounce around the lairs all day long with huge smiles on their faces despite being a few months pregnant. I’ve never been the hugest fan of giving hand jobs, and even less of giving blow jobs, but something about Drazal’s dick makes me eager to try.
I slick my hand up and down the length, testing to see how Drazal will react to my touch, and his knees buckle each time for the few first strokes. Seeing him look so powerless is a turn on. I can’t believe he’s reacting so sharply when I’ve barely touched him. I glance up through my lashes, making sure everything’s okay, and he appears slightly strained.
“Good?” I dare, still stroking him slowly.
“Good,” he manages. “I am good. You are incredible.”
I can’t help chuckling, returning my attention to the alien cock before me. If I ever get back to Earth, I’ll have to make sure to become a vibrator designer, because girls are going to want to give this scaled dick a try, and I’m sure as shit not sharing the real deal.
His moaning continues, and I try to remember that almost anyone could be watching me stroking off this alien amongst the grasses. It’s naughty and fun, but I don’t think I’m quite ready to put on a show for everyone. But I am prepared to take things a little further.
For the sake of finding happiness and all.
I stop stroking Drazal long enough to get close enough to him that my tiny breasts press against his pectorals. His eyes widen, his breath catches, and he meets my eyes, swallowing hard. “Lay down on the grass. We don’t need everyone to see what I’m about to do.”
He swallows deeply. “What you’re about to do? Do you wish for pleasure?”
“Yes. But this pleasure is going to be all about you.” I flatten my palm against his chest and ease him down to his back, hiding us in the tall grass. He’s completely hidden, and his eyes are wide as saucers as I crouch down beside him. His cock is still full and pink, and something tells me that it’s my job to take care of him right now.
> “What will you do?” he croaks, not moving from the spot on his back.
“You’ll see.”
I smile only once before leaning down and flicking my tongue against the head of his shaft, tasting the small bead of precum that had built at the slit. I brace myself for that bleachy taste, but there’s only cinnamon and something more complex. Like licorice. Or anise. I resist the desire to smack my lips because I don’t want this alien getting too confident like Dolan – who’s always bragging about how great his seed tastes to his mate. Yuck. Still, I’m unable to stop a small moan of surprise that escapes my lips from the taste, like I’ve tasted sushi for the first time, only instead of it being awful, it’s the most fantastic flavor I’ve had in my life.
I could get used to this.
Drazal’s entire body bucks at my first flick, and he cries out, hissing and saying words that don’t quite translate. That’s all right though. I’m getting the underlying message when he smiles down at me with wonder streaking across his beautiful golden eyes.
“Relax.” I lower my head once more, flicking and tasting more cum at the slit of his cock, and the flavor doesn’t change. If anything, it gets better. I want more. Forgetting about flicking, for now, I lower my entire mouth down his length, taking him as deeply as I can manage. He’s so thick and long, and I almost make it to the balls before my gag reflex kicks in, and I have to pull back. But there’s no disappointment on Drazal’s face, and this encourages me to keep going at a steady pace. Up and down, I allow him to fuck my mouth with his cock when he realizes that pushing up is okay, and I’m doing this because I want to.
“Fee,” he gasps. “Fee-Bee.”
I purr, keeping his cock between my lips, and he jolts as though electrocuted. I smile against him, flicking my eyes up to his, and once I’m convinced he’s enjoying every moment of this (what guy wouldn’t?), I pick up the pace. Blow jobs have never been my favorite thing on the menu, but maybe that’s because the guy never seemed into it. It was more like they expected it. But Drazal groans gratefully every time I bob my head and pull it back up again. He loves every single minute of this, and it makes me feel like a goddess. A fucking sex goddess!
I take him deeper and deeper, sucking harder and harder and picking up the pace until he’s all but losing control. He pounds his fist against the earth beside him and curls his fingers tightly around my hair, but I don’t mind. I like how he’s taking control now — and losing it, too.
His movements change.
Almost seven feet of pale, alien goodness stiffens while I continue sucking. He’s not going to last. His cock swells against my lips and his sack tightens when he punches the earth once again. I close my eyes, bracing myself for him to explode, and then he spurts.
He’s cold. Chilled, creamy seed like what’s at the bottom of a bowl of ice cream shoots into my mouth with an excessive amount of force and power. I lock on tightly, taking everything Drazal has to offer. And let me say, he has a lot to offer. Each powerful thrust means more seed, and there’s so much of it, I’m barely able to keep up.
Somehow, I manage to take it all until his body tenses one last time and practically collapses to the grass, his massive chest rising and falling with each intake of breath.
I steady myself, sitting up and looking down at him as he continues to gather himself, and it’s hard not to feel a little proud knowing I did this to him.
He’s so beautiful, and yet, he reacts to me like this.
It’s hard not to feel a little like Dolan at this moment.
Nothing can ruin this for me—
Until Drazal finally speaks after pulling himself together. “You are incredible, Phoebe.”
“We can do this more often if you like.” I continue trying my hand at sounding seductive.
“Yes. But most likely not here. Not for a few more days.”
“Oh?” I lay on my stomach next to him, peering in those intense golden eyes. “Something wrong?”
He shifts. “Flenhein is coming.”
My eyebrows furrow. There’s that word again.
It feels entirely too George R.R. Martin for my liking.
***
After Drazal cleaned himself up, and I worried he would take me back to the Gathering Room and make me feel skanky, he sat up in the grass and fixed me with a bewildered expression. “You are amazing, Phoebe.”
“You said that already,” I tease, “but keep the kind words coming.”
“Would you like me to… ahem, take care of that, as you said?” As though to prove his point, he lowers his eyes to the curls covering my sex, sending me a smile that’s so seductive and pussy drippingly gorgeous that I almost forget how to speak. More importantly, I almost forget the question I need to ask.
“In a bit,” I say, wondering if I’m the only one on Hethdiss to turn down oral sex from a Sidyth. “But I’ve heard that word more and more lately. Iriel said it earlier today. Flenhein. What is that?”
“Flenhein is migration. Rather, a great migration. Many planets have one and Hethdiss, unfortunately, is one of those places.” He sits up straighter and points a claw-tipped finger toward the snow topped mountains in the far distance. “Creatures from the north will migrate through this area to seek warmer weather for mating. Not many, but the ones that do, are quite large. Dangerous. They are strange creatures. They thrive in freezing weather, but when they are in the mood to mate, they head south where it is warmer. It is confusing to you, yes?”
I shake my head. “We have something similar to that on Earth. But you said that these creatures are big?” I squeak at the end. “Are the dilewilers going to be part of it?”
Drazal shakes his head hard. “The dilewilers are not one of these creatures. But they panic until flenhein is over. We will take shelter underground. The stampedes are dangerous—”
“Stampedes?” I’m squeaking again, but how am I supposed to keep calm? I don’t know what’s coming. All Drazal’s said is they’re big, and it’s going to be dangerous to leave the lairs for a few days. How risky can it possibly be?
I focus on the mountains, trying to picture what’s heading our way. I haven’t heard much about it, but Iriel rarely let me leave the room. A whole bunch of conversations could have happened, and I wouldn’t have known anything about it because Iriel probably didn’t want me to know. He wanted me afraid. He wanted to keep me in the lair, and when the supposed stampedes came, he wanted me to be surprised. Terrified, because I wouldn’t see it. I’d only know what he’d tell me. He would have had so much power over me.
Drazal doesn’t hide anything from me. “I want to know everything,” I say firmly. “About the… flen-hide.”
“Flenhein,” he gently corrects me.
“Yes. That. I want to know it all. The animals. The timeline. What to expect. I want to know everything because I bet I’m the only one who doesn’t know it’s coming. Iriel kept me locked up in a tower, but now I’m free. I want to know.”
Drazal looks thoughtful. “Creatures from the north coming this way will not be a pretty tale, Phoebe. There is a reason we stay here. There is a reason we are going to stay underground until flenhein ends. The creatures in the north are large. Much larger than dilewilers and much more dangerous. I do not wish to frighten you after experiencing something so horrendous before.” He frowns, and I feel bad for making him hesitate to tell me the truth. He doesn’t want to scare me back into Iriel’s arms. But it’s not going to happen. I’m not the same girl I was before, though. Iriel kept me scared, but Drazal keeps me informed. I’m alive around him. I wish Iriel had someone to make him feel the same way I do for Drazal.
It doesn’t seem fair that he wants a mate so bad, and yet, no one will give him a chance. But he’s so desperate. He’s made such a bad impression on the other girls.
Ugh. No. I shouldn’t think about Iriel.
I frown, attention drifting back to Drazal.
Drazal, who has always watched over me.
Drazal, who’s been so
patient with me.
Poor Drazal, who has to wear a bandage over his eye because he stood up to protect me.
It’s never been Iriel for me. It’s always been Drazal, and I could almost kick myself for being too afraid to leave Iriel until now. When I asked Iriel questions, he only tried to make me more and more hesitant to leave his lair. But never Drazal. Drazal always kept watching over me. He always tried to make me face new things. And though he never pushed me about what happened with Arizona and the Todas, I have a feeling he researched to find out.
He’s always been there for me. I want always to be there for him to make up for the time I spent with Iriel and feeling nothing at all.
I wanted to find happiness. I’ve found it. I deserve it. I hope I can hang on to it.
“I want to hear everything. Don’t spare any details. If it scares me, I still need to know. I have to know.”
I won’t be scared any longer.
CHAPTER NINE
Phoebe
In the next few days, I have to wonder how deeply I allowed Iriel to sink his talons into me. I honestly didn’t have the slightest idea that flenhein was such a big deal, but now that Drazal’s informed me, I realize now there’s lots of the hustle and bustle for the preparation.
I never imagined being in danger ever again, and though everyone assures me that so long as we stay underground during the time of the migration, we’ll most likely be okay.
Most likely. How reassuring.
Prince Korben oversees the two lairs as flenhein draws nearer and nearer. I swear I hear rumbles in the trees beyond the second triss, but that can’t have anything to do with flenhein. That would make the animals coming this way too impossibly large to comprehend. During migrations back on Earth, birds flew south for the winter, but they were small. I guess it would be a lot more annoying if they couldn’t fly. Or if they were as large as elephants. I shudder. Or bigger.