by Nikki Clarke
“Do I still have your permission?”
“Y-yes.” Her response is nervous but her arousal is sharp.
“Then lay flat and do not move until I tell you.”
Immediately, she lowers her chest to the mattress and rests her cheek against the bed. I wait to see if she will stay this way, and she does. My chest flares with satisfaction. She takes direction well.
I stand back, looking down at her prone form. She is tense, and that is not how I want her. I bend and smooth a hand over her calf causing her to flinch.
“Relax, saeh’ti. I will do nothing you do not want. I want to touch you. I would learn your body before you take me.”
I gently squeeze the muscle in her leg, working out the tension until her foot drops and she settles a little more against the bed. My other hand goes to the other leg, performing the same action. She relaxes a bit more. I move higher, my attention on working every muscle until I get to the place I really want to explore.
The lower half of her bottom peeks from beneath her sleeping shorts. I fit the V between my forefinger and thumb beneath the mounds and push them up, plumping her cheeks even further. It is a wondrous sight.
“You are beautiful. I want to see you.” I slide my hands further up to take hold of the band of her shorts and begin to slide them down. She lifts her hips so I may pull them over her luscious flesh and down her legs. I drop them to the side as I am assaulted with the unfiltered scent of her arousal. The space between her thighs glistens, and my Lyqa sight catches the slick reflection on her skin—she is wet for me. I hope it means she wants me as much as I want her, and that she is as eager to join with me as I am with her.
I lift her by the hips and push her up the bed, positioning her the way I want and making room for me to kneel behind her. I close my hands over the taut globes of her bottom and pull them apart, exposing the slit of her pussy.
I do not care for words as much as my brother Kwarq, but this word is one that I love. Pussy. It rings through my head, and I move my face closer, inhaling deeply.
“What are you doing?” Her head lifts to twist back to where I am lowered between her legs.
“What I wish. Do not make a sound unless it is to tell me to stop or unless I tell you. Do you understand?”
Her breathing accelerates and she nods rapidly before lowering her head again. Her pussy clenches, gushing with more of her wetness and the puffy brown lips part just enough to show her slick folds. The urge to taste her is crippling, so I relieve my suffering and extend my tongue, curling it up under the front of her pussy, and lick.
The first taste is like a drink after a long drought. I press my mouth between her lips, lapping up through her dripping folds.
“Ah—mmm!” Her scream is cut short when she clamps her mouth shut, heeding my earlier instructions. I smile against her. She definitely listens well.
Her legs shake. She is so responsive. I have barely begun to taste her, and I can sense that she is close to her first release. She lifts her hips, urging her pussy toward my mouth. The delicate flesh trembles, and I dive back, pressing my face close and sucking the quivering lips into my mouth.
She makes a sound deep in her throat, but doesn’t cry out. Her body jerks with every swipe of my tongue, trying to get what she needs. I’ve been avoiding her clit, focusing solely on getting every bit of her taste onto my tongue. Lyqa are big. I did not miss the way her eyes widened with apprehension the first time she saw my cock, and there is no way I will be able to take her as I intend if she does not soften. I catch her clit, positioning the hard little nub between my lips, and suck hard.
“Nmh!” the scream is a smothered sound within her tightly closed mouth. Her entire body shakes, and I press my hand to the middle of her back to steady her as she comes apart. I slow, taking steady, dragging laps, until she relaxes heavily against the bed.
“Lift.” I take the hem of her top and pull it up over her limp form and toss it aside, at the same time moving up her body and pushing one of her legs up and to the side. I lower myself over her, letting my cock settle between the firm mounds of her bottom, and lick up the back of her neck. She shudders and the fine fuzz at her nape feel like tiny pinpoints against my tongue. Her hair is tied up again. I lower my lips to her ear, pressing a kiss to the delicate shell.
“Came I remove this?” I tug at the slinky material, and she nods. I slip it off her head, and her soft curls puff out. They carry a fresh, sweet scent, and I bury my face into the cloud of coils as I slide my hand up the base of her head and twist my fingers in the mass. I tighten my grip until I hear the soft gasp I am seeking. Holding tight, I push her leg wider and fit myself between her thighs. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but then hesitates. Her scent tinges with worry, and I pause. “If there is something you wish to say, do so.”
“Should we use protection? Is it okay?” Her voice is soft but direct. I am glad that she is cautious in this way.
“There is nothing you need fear from me. There is, however, always the risk of conception. Do you have some protection against this?”
She shakes her head, and I kiss her neck to ease the tension.
“This is no worry. I will, as you humans say, pull out.”
“Okay.” She relaxes again, her lips tightening together.
I lift, bracing one arm on the bed, and use the other to guide my aching cock between her thighs.
Heat sears my skin as I position myself through her folds at her entrance. She contracts, clenching against me, and I have to stop myself from surging up. I must go slow—at first.
I urge my hips forward just a bit, pressing up and into her. She makes a soft sound of pleasure and shifts, giving me greater access and allowing me to push forward more.
She’s tight. I exert a bit more force and finally manage to breach her, making her mouth open on a whoosh of air. Her face is strained, and she twists her hips in an attempt to adjust. Her pussy clamps over me, and I groan, allowing her to stimulate the tip of my cock for a few moments before stilling her.
I press forward again, giving her another measure. There is a long way to go until she has taken all of me. I keep squeezing through, my arms trembling as more and more of my cock is surrounded by her warmth. It is overwhelming for my Lyqa senses. I need more. Lifting my hips, I press down, seating myself with a final thrust.
“Mm!” Her moan is laced with pain, but overpowering it is a pleasure so thick that it makes me dizzy. I retreat, exhaling as I drag through the tight restriction of her pussy. Niya hisses as her flesh clings to my straining length. I plunge back down, and she moans again.
“Are you okay?”
“Mm hm.” She moans the confirmation, and I kiss her neck again.
“I would hear you say it.”
“I’m okay.” She pushes back, seating me further and that is the last of my control.
I set a steady pace, thrusting through her tight heat over and over. I push past her natural resistance, giving her all of me, so that soon the only sound is my hips meeting her backside. The sharp slap nearly undoes me.
“You are perfect, so warm, so wet. I worried that you couldn't take me, but you take me well.”
She is magnificent. Her pussy draws me into its silken depths and my body tightens with the pleasure. She stays quiet as I move faster and harder. Despite her adherence to my direction that she makes no sound, I know it is good for her. She bounces back against me, her pussy tightening and clenching around my cock. The wetness between our bodies is an erotic symphony as we meet.
“You can speak now, and I want to hear every moan. I would know of the pleasure I am giving you. Lyqa are a pleasing people. Do not make me feel I have been a disappointment. Unless, I have. Are you disappointed?”
“No!” she gasps as I drive up hard, pushing her up the bed. A ragged moan bursts from her throat as I lift my hips and slam down, hitting her a little harder. I lower myself to her back and fit my legs behind hers, pushing them wide as I begin to fuck into her wi
th firm, measured movements.
“Oh, god!” Her gasp is desperate, and I wonder if she expects to be delivered from the agony of this pleasure or if she is praying for more. My hips drive up, hitting the back of her pussy with jarring finality, and her brow furrows as she takes it.
“Do I hurt you?”
“No.” Her voice stutters from the force of my movements.
“Do you like this? Do you like being filled with me?”
“Yes!” she cries, and I detect she is close.
I am breathing heavy, my own restraint nearly spent. From the moment I entered her, it has been a fight to keep my release at bay. And still I want more.
I am fucking her wildly now, my hips a blur as I work my cock into her. The soft flesh of her pussy has been swelling, and the nearly strangling tightness of her passage increases. I cannot hold back any longer. I grip her hair and pull her head back until her ear reaches my mouth.
“Come for me again, saeh’ti.”
She makes a sound that is not quite human from what I know of them and begins to shake. Her pussy clenches, and I grit my teeth as I continue to stroke her through it. The second she relaxes against me, I slip free and my own mouth opens to emit a rough, unintelligible moan as my cock pulses my release onto the smooth mounds of her bottom.
After several long moments, I fall forward, careful to land to the side of her. I roll to my back and pull her against me. Niya turns, curling up to my chest and resting her head beneath my chin. As I will my heart to slow, I stare in wonder at the textured ceiling above me. That was the best thing I have ever experienced.
“Can I talk now?”
I smirk. I was unsure at first if the slightly dominant nature of my joining would unnerve her, but she seems to take to it with ease, perhaps even enjoy it. “Yes, saeh’ti. You may talk.”
“That was, just, wow!” she whispers in astonishment.
A chuckle rumbles in my chest, and I lower my head to kiss her curls. “It was indeed wow. How do you feel? Are you comfortable?"
She fidgets and makes a sound of pleasure. "I don't know if I'm comfortable. I mean, that was a lot to take, but I'm definitely good."
"Indeed, would you like to go again?”
Her startled gasp morphs into a moan as I roll us over and slide deep.
CHAPTER 3
NIYA
I don’t open my eyes right away. I wait, letting the sluggish fog of my tiny hangover dissipate a bit before I peel my lids apart. The moment consciousness ascends on me, my eyes fly wide, and I freeze.
A heavy, red arm rests over my middle. The weight makes it hard to breathe, but the warmth of the big body makes me poke my ass back to get closer. A soft grunt sounds out above my head.
“Unless you wish to continue our activities of last night before you have a chance to take your morning meal, I would suggest you cease moving.” Ah’dan’s deep, sleepy voice pierces my foggy brain, and a tremor rolls over me as all the activity he speaks of comes flooding back.
I fucked an alien. I tell myself it’s not that big a deal. It’s not like he has tentacles or horns or something. I mean, he’s basically human, a really big, big human.
My lower body clenches, and I flinch around the tenderness in my thighs and pussy. I don't know what I was expecting when my tipsy brain asked him into my room, but it certainly wasn't what I got until all hours of the morning.
My mind reverberates with his firm, deep voice telling me to keep quiet, how thrilling it had been to take the intensity of him fucking me without making a sound. And, man, had it been intense.
My eyes drift back closed. I didn't get to explore him much last night. He’d immediately taken control, something I wasn’t used to, but obviously had been missing in my life. I do a full body shimmy. Whoever knew a little bossy could be so damn delicious? Ah’dan releases a heavy sigh behind me, and I’m rolled to my back.
“If you insist on smelling like you wish to be fucked, at least allow me to indulge you.” His droopy, yellow eyes meet mine as he nudges his way between my legs. He’s already hard and falls heavily against my belly. I lower my chin to my chest to have a peek between us and find the head of his dick fat, swollen and pointing straight at me. I gulp. Without the liquid courage of a third of a bottle of bourbon, I’m not sure if I can take all he gave me last night. “You smell apprehensive. Are you worried I will not fit because I can assure you I fit perfectly.”
He drops his face to my neck, pressing soft kisses across my sensitive skin, so he doesn’t see the face I make. I think the ache in my thighs belies his idea of perfect. He chuckles, the puff of air tickling my skin and causing me to shrink away. When he lifts his head again, his beautiful eyes dance with amusement.
“With some effort,” he amends. The humor drops from his expression a second later as he sears through me with his gaze. “It happens that I am of the mind that it should take some work. You should know where I have been, and the right kind of pain is a good reminder.”
“Mm,” the sound escapes me unbidden. Ah’dan definitely gave take charge vibes, but I never would have pegged him for this kind of lover. It’s a little exciting and really really sexy.
“I think, perhaps, I need to remind you that I can fit,” he murmurs against my lips before taking my mouth in a deep kiss.
I also wasn't prepared for the tongue, even though, now that I think about it, he did try to warn me. Still, as much as the sight of that long, grey thing turned my stomach a bit, the feel of it is something I never could have imagined.
I open for it now, and he curls the thin, silky appendage past my lips, stroking along the roof of my mouth before tangling gently with my tongue. I take hold of his head, sliding my fingers through his thick curls, and pull him closer, loving the feel of it—long, grey and all.
He breaks the kiss and presses pecks across my cheek and down the side of my neck, making his way down my chest until he finds one of my breasts. He extends that tongue and licks across one, wetting the entire mound before he closes over the tip and draws it firmly into his mouth. A bright sparkle of pleasure flares through my chest. The fiery tendrils flourish through my torso to reach my arms and legs making my fingers tingle with the sensation.
“Ah!” My lower back lifts from the bed, and I tighten my hold on his hair. I’m probably hurting him, but he doesn't seem to mind as he continues to drive me crazy. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same deliberate attention. I gasp through each swipe of his tongue, each nip of his large teeth, each burning suck.
He pops wetly off my nipple and moves back up my body, grinding his pelvis against my pussy. The sound it makes is like water rushing the shore. I’m wetter than I’ve probably been in my entire life. He lowers those full lips to mine again for a soft, sweet kiss.
“Are you ready?”
I nod frantically. If I were any more ready, I’d explode, and it already feels like I’m going to come. He hasn't stopped grinding the length of his dick through my folds, and I’m nearly about to scream from it.
He lowers a hand and lifts his hips, fitting himself at my opening. When the broad head pushes against me, I tense. I can't help it. Ah’dan tsks and hooks a big, beefy arm beneath my left leg, pulling it up and wide to my side. My hip aches from the position, but I’m more concerned with the fact that I’m so completely open to him.
He starts to lower his hips, and I inhale, thinking of what doctors tell you before you get a shot or before you get your ears pierced. It’s all penetration. The head breaches me, and I exhale on a whoosh, sucking in another sharp breath as he wastes no time pressing forward and sliding to the back of my pussy.
“Mmhm.” His neck strains with his groan as he settles his pelvis flush to my body. I pull my ass down into the mattress, trying to make room for all of him even as it feels like he’s taken up all the room there is and then some. His breathing eases as he looks down. Again, those eyes are golden and gentle, and a teasing glint sparkles in their depths. “You see, I fit.”
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I can't stop my mouth from turning down and my brows drawing together. He laughs, a deep, full sound in the quiet of the room.
“With effort,” he adds again before lowering his face to kiss beneath my left ear. I sigh, and my pussy clenches, getting wetter and allowing him to slide further inside of me. “Unfortunately, I will not be able to savor you as I wish. I can hear Qim moving about the kitchen, and we should not be rude and leave him to wait.”
I look toward the door, listening for whatever indication he’s heard that Qim is up, but it’s absolutely quiet. I focus harder, and when I still hear nothing, my mind races to figure out how he can hear anything, and then my eyes widen.
“Oh, my god. Please don't tell me you guys have super hearing.” Ah’dan snorts out a laugh, and I groan again. “Does this mean he can hear u—ah!”
I can't finish my question because Ah’dan lifts his hips and drops them back down hitting me with a deliberate thrust. He presses deep, holding himself firm.
“I assume I do not have to tell you not to make a sound.”
I clamp my lips shut as he begins to fuck my pussy with thigh slapping strokes. He moves quickly, way quicker than a human, but his movements aren't wild. Each plunge sends a bloom of pleasure fanning through my pelvis as the broad head stimulates the back of my clit and the thick length stretches me. It’s an edgy mixture of pleasure and pain that has me reaching my peak sooner than I would have thought.
“I would feel it,” he murmurs by my ear, and I couldn't stop it if I tried. I tense, gripping desperately at his wide shoulders. My free leg molds to his side as he strokes me through the orgasm. At the moment when I can't do more than fall limply against the bed, he pulls from my body and comes on my belly.
And then he comes some more.
And some more.
He groans and continues to spurt until the thick, white liquid starts to flow over my belly and pool at my sides on the bed. I hold still, staring wide-eyed as he finally finishes and falls heavily on top of me. I flinch at the sound his cum makes as it squishes between our bodies. I don't remember this shit from last night.