“It’s going to get better,” Razar said, and kept on kissing my naked body.
His mouth wandered to my stomach and once it went further down, my eyes started fluttering closed. Mad with lust, I grabbed him by the horns and led him to the place where I needed him the most. Razar didn’t hesitate—he went straight for the kill and pressed his mouth against my aching pussy, his tongue running up and down the length of my inner lips.
It felt better than anything I had ever experienced.
“So fucking delicious,” he whispered, the way his lips moved against my body making me feel absolutely delirious. His tail pulled back from my clit, freeing it, but Razar quickly wrapped his lips around my pleasure bud and sucked it into his mouth, whipping at it with his tongue. Not a fraction of a second later, I felt the tip of his tail parting my inner lips, and a wildfire spread all over my body as it slipped inside of me.
At that moment, I doubted I would’ve been able to give a straight answer to anyone who asked me for my name. I was so out of it that I no longer knew where I was, or who I was. All I knew was that I was pleasure made flesh, and that I was about to turn into a supernova of ecstasy.
“Fuck,” I hissed through gritted teeth, all of my nerve endings blooming at once. Pleasure exploded outward from between my legs to the rest of my body and, as much of a cliché as it might sound, I felt as if I had become one with the universe.
Breathing so hard that my lungs felt as if they were about to explode, I collapsed on top of the mattress, my eyes closed. I laid one hand over my chest, and felt my heart beating as wildly as a war drum.
“You okay?” Razar asked me, and only then did I open my eyes. Propping myself up on one elbow, I allowed a smile to spread across my lips, then looked straight into his eyes.
“Never been better.”
With that, I grabbed him by his shirt and reeled him in.
The appetizer had been amazing, but now I was dying for the main course.
Alicia
I attacked him like a wild cat.
Laying both hands on his chest, I pushed him down onto the mattress and climbed on top of him. With my knees on either side of his thighs, I tugged on his shirt, buttons popping out and flying everywhere, and only stopped when I had revealed his chest.
Holy shit, I thought, my eyes widening as I noticed just how chiseled his muscles were. It seemed like he had been carved out of the same marble used in the penthouse’s columns, his abs so perfectly contoured that they didn’t even look real. Needing to see more of him, I allowed my hands to roam further down, then I let my fingers take care of his belt.
Once I pulled his pants down, I held my breath as I saw the hard shape straining against his boxer briefs. It seemed like it became bigger every time I looked at it. Allowing my instincts to take the steering wheel, I pushed all hesitation to the side and tugged his boxers down.
His hard cock sprang free right away, as red as his skin, and my heart tightened into a little fist as I marveled at its size. I didn’t know if all Jorkan were the same, but I was pretty sure that no regular human would hold a candle to Razar.
“It’s all yours,” he said, both his hands resting on my hips.
I looked into his eyes for a moment, then reached for his hard cock. Wrapping my fingers around his thickness, I only remembered to start breathing again once the warmth of his body seeped into my fingers.
Never looking away from him, I started flicking my wrist, my fingers travelling up and down the full length of his cock. Razar’s smile quickly turned into a grin and, probably tired of being nothing but a spectator, he pushed his hips up and forced me to roll to the side. Now pinned underneath him, I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip, anticipation washing over me.
“I need you, Alicia,” Razar whispered. “I need you so fucking much.”
With that, he lowered himself until my bare breasts were trapped between us, and I felt his hard cock pressing down against my wetness. Looking straight into my eyes, he positioned himself so that the tip of his head was right against my inner lips, and eased himself in. He took his time, my mind drowning under an ocean of pure ecstasy.
His thickness strained against my inner walls on the way in, pushing them back in the most delicious of ways, and I was rendered speechless once he was fully inside me. Moving on instinct alone, I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping him in place, and that’s when he finally started to thrust.
He kept a furious tempo, and I could do nothing but surrender to the coming and going motion of his thrusts. Arching my back, I let a string of quivering moans escape from between my lips, and flames of pleasure and delight seared the edges of my mind.
“So fucking good,” I moaned, his tail sliding itself between us, its tip now resting right above my clit. While Razar cupped my breasts with his hands, my nipples burning up under his touch, his tail and cock were keeping the rest of my body pretty damn busy...and I was loving every second of it. “I think I’m gonna—”
I didn’t even get to finish my sentence.
A thunderstorm of pleasure exploded inside me, and I let out a scream shrill enough to shatter glass. My inner walls tightened around his cock, but that didn’t stop him; he just kept on thrusting wildly, each of his movements designed to inflict the maximum amount of pleasure my body could handle.
“It’s...my turn…” I forced myself to say between ragged breaths, and I took control. Still with my legs wrapped around him, I forced him to roll sideways, and quickly found myself straddling him. A victorious grin danced on my lips, and his eyes widened with surprise. “Oh, don’t be so surprised. I also know a few tricks.”
“I can see that.”
Still grinning, I started rocking my hips as hard as I could, the pressure of his large cock inside me feeling even better now. I pushed myself to the limit, doing it until I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my forehead, then I just went even harder. I felt like I had shot past my limits, and that nothing could stop me.
I didn’t know how he did it, but in Razar’s arms, I felt like the sexiest woman alive. There were no limits to what I could do, nor boundaries I had to respect. I was free to submit, and I was free to dominate. I could be whoever I wanted, and I could experience everything under the sun.
“Fuck, you’re good,” Razar groaned, an expression of pure bliss taking over his face. He closed his eyes and, without any warning at all, thrust up. His cock pierced me in an almost savage way, and I moaned so hard I knew I would have a sore throat in the morning. I didn’t care.
With both his hands cupping my backside, Razar matched the rocking motion of my hips with merciless thrusts, and it didn’t take long before a wave was sweeping us both into ecstasy. His cock started throbbing almost too violently against my inner walls and, right when his whole body tensed up, I exploded.
My inner walls became as tight as a vise around his cock and, just a fraction of a second later, I felt him spill his milky seed inside me. We didn’t move for a long time, and we remained locked in that perfect embrace for a moment I could only describe as absolutely perfect. All I could hear was our ragged breathing and the frantic beating of my own heart, and nothing else mattered.
I forgot all about Varon, the Earth/Jorkan Protocols, and my supposed purpose here. I didn’t care, and I couldn’t be bothered. All that mattered was that I had found someone I could lose myself with.
“This was…” Razar trailed off, a soft smile on his lips. “I don’t even know how to describe it.”
I smiled back at him and laid my head on his chest. He was right—it was impossible to describe the experience with words. The connection we had experienced went far and beyond that. It verged on the sublime.
“I know what you mean,” I said, filled with contentment.
But I knew this wasn’t right.
I felt his fingers on my face. I so desperately wanted to show him I enjoyed it, but I realized that this wasn’t what I had been brought up here to do.
“Listen, Raz
ar,” I began, but didn’t know how to finish.
The tone of my voice was enough for him, though. As if he knew what was going on in my brain, Razar put a finger to my lips to shush me.
“I know,” he said. “You don’t have to tell me.”
I looked at him, hoping beyond hope that he would tell me not to worry. But he did no such thing.
“When we leave here, we have to pretend that this never happened,” he said slowly. “We have to put it behind us.”
I nodded sadly.
Come morning, the real world would be back to haunt me, I knew that...but, until then, I was just going to savor every moment. As terrible as these thirty days ahead were going to be, at least this moment I could treasure forever.
Alicia
Each day had fallen into a sort of routine.
I woke up early and mussed the side of the bed I was “supposed” to be sleeping on. I chose something to wear from a grand closet bigger than my entire apartment in New York City. Every time I got dressed, a wave of sadness washed over me. I missed home daily. Then, after the usual pang of sadness, I gathered my clothes and finished dressing.
Today was no different.
I spent some time exploring the great hall, then checked in with Yilap, who always had an itinerary planned for the day. I looked it over and, as always, it was a couple’s retreat-type activity. Those activities always involved something fun that I’d always wanted to try but never had the money or time for. How did they know all these secret hobbies I wanted? Had they been reading my diary for months? I didn’t even have a diary!
Today’s plan involved camping.
“I love it, Yilap,” I said. “And this right here, does it say farmers’ market?”
“Yes, even way out here on Tarkun IV, we have an impressive farmers’ market. You’ll pay a visit to it, gather some supplies, and spend a couple of nights camping.”
“It does sound lovely. Thank you for planning it.”
Yilap was a persistent man. For the past week, Varon had taken one look at Yilap’s plan and dismissed it with a grand gesture. It was always the same. He woke up around noon, announced we would have a party on yet another floor of this gigantic tower, and that would be it. Each of these parties seemed to be attended by a different set of guests, and I couldn’t help but wonder why so many people wanted to come to his parties. He seemed perfectly unpleasant as a friend.
At those parties, he would spend almost all of his time with other people, thank goodness. He would tell them all night long about being chosen for the Earth/Jorkan Protocols, and about how effortlessly he was pleasing me. Yeah, he was truly virile. Except he wasn’t.
When he did occasionally seek me out, I always made sure to hand him another drink, and he was more than happy to oblige each time. By the end of every night, he was always dead drunk and had to be carried by Razar to “our” room. The plan was to keep Varon drunk every night so he didn’t have the wherewithal to make any sort of moves.
Then I slept on the floor.
The next day, the dance started all over again.
I wondered if Varon would ever notice my plan, but he seemed completely oblivious to the fact that I barely wanted to be around him. I hoped I could keep this up for the rest of the month, but I feared that at some point, Varon would want to act on the boastful statements he was making to his guests every night.
I was knocked out of my daydreaming by Varon coming up behind me.
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” I was surprised he was looking for me himself, and hadn’t sent one of his hundreds of servants to do it for him. “I noticed you’re usually so tired at the evening parties.” How did he have the attention span to notice that? “And I thought that maybe you would enjoy an afternoon party today.”
“Did you see the camping trip Yilap planned for us?” I asked.
“Yes, I did. What a laugh. The idiot doesn’t know when to give up. Luckily, you have me to turn down all his dumb ideas. Who would want to spend time lying on the ground when you could be inside my plush building, being waited on hand and foot?”
Yes, who would want to commune with nature on an alien planet, with new plants and wildlife. What kind of experience was that?
“Come now. Why don’t we get dressed and we’ll go down to the courtyard? It’s a smaller event, I promise.” He was gently pulling me along and I had no choice but to follow. We were soon back in our room and Varon was looking through my closet for an outfit. I was a bit dumbfounded. Did he expect me to change in front of him?
“I love the way you look in black, but maybe for the daytime you’ll want something lighter.” He picked out a floral shift, which I actually quite liked. It was knee length and covered the chest nicely. I longed to be back in jeans and a tee shirt, but apparently those weren’t an option here. I was currently wearing flowy gray pants and a black blouse, which Varon apparently didn’t deem appropriate for whatever he had planned.
“I love that dress you’re holding. Let me change into it in the bathroom.”
“Of course. I’ll just be changing in here.” He gave me a wink and a grin, as if we were sharing a joke. I was not in on the joke. I scurried into the bathroom, dress in hand.
After changing, I decided Varon at least had some taste. When I had judged enough time had passed, I knocked on the bathroom door to announce my entrance.
“Let’s go then. They’ll all be waiting for us.”
Who were they? When had he had time to put this party together? I swear he couldn’t have woken up more than an hour ago. Where did all these people come from?
When we arrived, Razar was there, standing guard by a couple of bushes. He seemed so completely unnecessary and yet, he made me feel safe and secure. Varon wouldn’t dare try anything with Razar around, that much I knew.
I turned my head away from Razar, remembering we were still avoiding each other. I couldn’t help but look at him whenever he was near, thinking of his face above my own.
We mingled and, for once, I stayed close to Varon.
The party was too small to do anything else. With me nearby, at least he restrained himself in telling everyone how perfect I was. He stuck to telling everyone how much I was enjoying my time in the lap of luxury. Compared to Earth, I was experiencing something I’d never dreamed of. He didn’t even know what my Earth life was like, but he seemed happy with his assumptions. I was about to finally say something when Yilap, of all people, appeared by my side.
“Varon, Alicia,” he said. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but—”
“What is it now?” Varon growled. “Can’t this wait?”
“No, it cannot wait. I have arranged for the camping event to be mandatory. Alicia showed great interest in it, and I want you two to have a wonderful time together without all these other people around. You two need the intimacy.”
Varon laughed heartily. “Is that true, Alicia? Do you want to go camping?”
I nodded. “I like nature. I think it would be a fun time.”
“Well, how can I say no to my beautiful pet?”
My stomach lurched. As much as I didn’t want to upset Yilap, and I wanted to go camping, I hadn’t thought through my statement. I did not want to spend a night alone with Varon.
“Razar!” Varon screamed to be heard above the din of the party. Razar glided effortlessly toward us. “There you are. I have a mission for you. You are to accompany Alicia on a mandatory Earth/Jorkan Protocols event. You’ll go in my stead. I don’t want to waste my time on something so stupid.”
Yilap was practically blustering. He was speechless, and he just started sputtering. Eventually, he just threw his hands up in the air.
“Fine,” he said. “Come meet me later, after the party is over.”
My heart practically soared.
Razar
“What is this?” She had asked this about virtually every item in the market, but I didn’t care. There was something completely disarming in the smile that spar
kled across her face, and the infinite variety of ways the words from her lips. Each time, I tipped further into the feelings I had been fighting so hard to suppress.
“It’s called a Carlavian. It’s a kind of savory vegetable.”
“Oooh!” Alicia turned the spiky length of it over in her hands, and I was lost thinking about how deftly those hands had worked over a different length. Those glittering eyes turned back to me.
“Do you think we should get it?”
I looked down into the bag already laden with our booty from the excursion and tried to calculate just how Carlavian would factor in. We had purchased a wide and eclectic variety of things. It was hard to picture how they would all fit together into a meal, but something in me just wanted to share a wealth of new experiences with her.
“Well?” She was watching me intently.
“Drop it in.” I held the bag open wide, and she let out a yelp of laughter and dropped it in. While I was paying the vendor, she scampered ahead, drawn along by her insatiable, childlike curiosity.
“What are these?” There was a hush in her voice now, and I looked to find her bent over, peering into a tank filled with briny water. It took all of my willpower to resist sliding up behind her and placing my hands on her perfect hips, snugging myself up against her as she looked. The mere thought of it stirred me in my pants.
Instead, I came up beside her and ventured to lay a hand between her shoulder blades before crouching down beside her. It was an innocuous enough gesture, but we both seemed to settle into the touch, relieved for the contact.
“Oh,” I said, peering into the cloudy liquid. “You would love those.” Suddenly, everything we had purchased so far fell into place. An array of delicacies and new flavors to sample, with a rich, magnificent centerpiece.
“What are they?” She was still quiet—almost mystified with wonder.
“Tunisics. They are very special.”
We watched the spiny, hard-shelled creatures skitter across the bottom of the tank, jockeying to hide under each other so as not to be picked.
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