by Sabrina Kade
He seems nervous at first but becoming more confident. I never realized how awkward it is with someone, and not being able to kiss. I remember the feel of those massive fangs behind his mask and can’t stand it much longer. I’m not going to last…
“York,” Azan groans, pulling me back to the present moment.
Or rather, my impending orgasm.
I hear him say my name again as his fingers pick up the pace, and I’m all but writhing in the mud, filthy, and loving every moment. Those scales feel so good. Oh damn, how can this guy be a virgin? He’s fucking me with experienced fingers. This isn’t a person who doesn’t know what they’re doing.
“Oh my God, Azan. You’re good at this.” I arch my back as my vision blurs, and the rain increases, forcing me to close my eyes. I try to pinch my legs together, but Azan hisses impatiently, and forces them apart, giving him easier access to my bare pussy. The people at the academy keep us shaved down there because most aliens think our ‘fur’ gets in the way of their pleasure. I punch the mud. “Oh… Azan… I’m… I’m going to…”
Then I jerk as the Fourth of July explodes between my legs, and an orgasm erupts from my throat. I’m barely able to keep control, gasping and calling out for Azan as my body contorts with each little rush. Oh. Damn. Nothing prepared me for this.
Did I say I needed to know what’s behind his mask?
Not if he knows how to make me come like that with his fingers.
I collapse, losing control of my body as the rest of my orgasm and aftershocks rock through my body. I’m still so deliciously spent, and the way Azan stares down at me from his seated position is enough to remind me there’s going to be more. There has to be more because I’ll never be able to enjoy finger fucking unless he’s by my side.
And when he reaches down to squeeze my shoulder, and his eyes crinkle in the corner?
It’s the most simple, innocent and erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
He’s tasting the air again. I hear the slurping sound, and unable to stop the smirk on my lips, I rise up on my elbows and cock an eyebrow at him.
“Still taste like rain?”
He turns to me.
“You taste like the Christmas, too.”
***
No one says anything as Azan, and I come inside from the rain, but if I’m as delicious smelling as Azan says, I’m afraid everyone knows what we’ve done. I almost feel bad that Azan made me come so hard using only his fingers, and I haven’t been given a chance to offer him anything in return. I don’t want him to think he owes me. Just like he’s pleasured me, there’s nothing I want more than to pleasure him. Thoughts of his massive cock rush through my mind as Azan nods wordlessly at Glykoran.
“Found her, eh?” His faded yellow eyes crinkle in the corners. “Good. I’ll let the others know.”
Azan doesn’t say anything, but I don’t think he needs to. He keeps his large hand at the small of my back, guiding me down the muddy halls. He doesn’t hesitate now, not bothering to take me past the Gathering Room, instead, taking me back to his lair. He closes the curtain and turns his back to me for a moment, thick shoulders heaving as he takes in a few deep breaths.
Maybe the rain hurts Sidyths more than I thought?
“Hey, are you alright?” I move closer before he holds up a hand with his back turned. I take a few steps closer to him, fighting the urge to lick the rain off his pale, glistening skin, and it’s a good thing I don’t because his words might have shocked me into choking.
“I want to show you.”
I stop in my tracks and stare in silence at the massive alien with his back turned. The hand resting at his toned hip, slowly rises and uncurls at the base of his neck. His fingers flex a few times before I realize what he’s doing.
He’s reaching for a buckle at the back of his head, hidden beneath his thick, blond hair.
“Azan, wait.” I run up and grab his arm. Damn, he’s thick. Ugh, can’t think about that right now. I don’t want him to think he has to do this, especially since I haven’t done anything to deserve it yet. The man made me come, and now he thinks he owes me another favor. It’s bittersweet to know how much he thinks he doesn’t deserve me.
“I don’t want another moment to go by thinking you’ll reject me because of this. I’m in too deep now. I want to give you the chance to reject me.”
“Azan, stop. I won’t—”
“This isn’t only for you. It’s for me too.”
This gives me pause, but still. I don’t like the idea of him thinking he has to do something, for me or for anyone else, to be accepted. “You still don’t have to show me.”
“I know.” His voice is a soft rumble as I hear a soft click. “I want to.”
“Azan—”
“I want you, and so I have to take a chance.”
I’m about to retort when the mask unbuckles and gently feathers near his feet. He hasn’t turned yet, and he’s not going to. He’s waiting for me to step up and see for myself or run for the hills.
I take a deep breath, and move to his side, catching a glimpse of milky white teeth, and then move to stand in front of him.
It’s hard not to gasp at first, staring fully at his fangs. I don’t know why but I’m shocked when I do see everything I felt behind the mask is real. The fangs make him so much less humanoid, and I hate myself for thinking that, even for a moment. Yet, how am I supposed to keep my composure?
He has fangs.
They’re similar to a snake’s, only they’re enormous. Probably close to half a foot long each, and clear. I swear to God there’s a syrupy pink liquid towards the tips, but the ends of each fang are capped with what looks like a metal shot glass, so I can’t see if they’re pointed at the ends.
I’m sure they are.
“Oh my God.” I take a step back.
“They are capped, but I still do not like others to see them,” Azan explains softly. “It is why I do not talk so much, they are large, so they muffle my speech. Others made fun of me during my education, and when I simply became tired of explaining them, defending them, I started wearing the mask.” His eyes lower to mine hurt. “It was actually Mama’s idea, but it certainly didn’t help attract a woman.”
I frown, still looking at those curious fangs.
“They’re not that bad.” I finally find the courage to lean forward. I’m sure he has to keep them capped because they’re so sharp, but I also can’t get over that strange looking syrup inside. It looks like watered down Benadryl. “Bend down. You’re too tall; I can’t see them properly.”
He doesn’t say anything, but stoops over, lowering his thick body down closer to mine. He’s so nervous, I can tell by his posture, and I can’t stop staring. How can I? For some reason, I had a hard time thinking of Azan as alien, but the evidence is now directly in front of me. Six-inch-long fangs. Kissing will certainly be an interesting experience, if not an impossible one. I lift a finger and bring it towards his face, but he flinches away.
“Do not.” His voice is thick. “They’re capped, but they will have to be emptied soon. I don’t want any accidents.”
“I’ve been stung by bees before.” I’m hoping to make him less uncomfortable. When he narrows his eyes, I try to explain. “They have stingers. On their asses. Hurts like a bitch, but they’re kind of similar to those—”
“It’s not the fangs I’m worried about but what’s inside them.”
My hand freezes in the empty space between us, and I quickly lower it back down to my side.
How could I have been so stupid?
“They’re poisonous.” I never considered it before. I hate myself for not figuring it out sooner.
He nods. “I’m poisonous.”
There’s a long pause as he remains hunched over me, searching my eyes for an answer. A reassurance. Something. And though it’s only a mask he’s removed, he seems naked under my gaze. I lick my lips and continue to stare at the massive alien before me, wondering how long it’s been sinc
e he felt comfortable enough to remove his mask at all. He said his mama made him wear the mask. Sadly, I understand the need to keep his fangs capped, but I can’t believe his own mother wanted him to hide such a major part of him because it might have made others uncomfortable.
Forcing him to chide himself for so many years seems cruel because it’s obviously given him a complex. I search my brain, thinking about what little I know about snakes, and my eyes widen.
“So, they’re capped.”
“Yes.”
“So, unless one of those things actually pierces my skin, the poison means nothing, right?”
He frowns, probably starting to realize where I’m going with this. “Unless you have an open wound that it seeps into, yes.”
“No wounds.” I lean forward. “And it’s just those two, right? The rest of your mouth is okay?
“Yes, but—”
I don’t give him a chance to talk his way out of this and lunge forward, mashing my lips between those two massive fangs. I’m a fool. This kiss could kill me if I’m wrong or he’s wrong, but I can’t go another moment without touching my mouth to his. His lips are as I imagined, soft and plush. Like his skin, he tastes like Christmas. I’m hungry for his touch, and though he tries to push me away at first, I force my arms around his neck and jump into his arms, snaking my legs around his thick waist.
He must want to fight me but can’t find the will because he pulls me against him, continuing to his keep his lips pressed against mine. It’s obvious he doesn’t have the slightest clue what he’s doing, and there’s something so hot about that. He’s tentative and nervous, probably not only because he’s a newbie to kissing, but the whole poisonous fangs thing as well.
I moan, hoping to encourage him more, and he stiffens as I dart my tongue between his lips.
Sidyths have scales all over their tongues, but I never imagined it’d feel this good. It’s hard to avoid his fangs completely, and I can’t help but get a little nervous when my tongue brushes against the plastic-like surface, but I don’t want Azan to think for a single second that I’m regretting my choice to kiss him.
After a few tense moments, Azan starts to relax into the kiss, keeping me tightly in his arms. He’s holding me up with ease, and it’s hard not to get turned on by how strong he is and how quickly he’s able to master the art of the French kiss. I’m all but humping him when he finds the strength to pull away, and there’s a sheen of sweat on his nose.
“We should not,” he says thickly.
“Why?”
“I could hurt you.” He frowns. “It would only take one slip. My caps to become full. For them to slip off, for me to pierce you.”
“Azan.” I grab his face, fangs and all, and make sure his eyes are on me. “Don’t you like kissing me?”
He swallows hard. His throbbing dick presses into my ass. I wiggle against the crown, eliciting a needy groan from my massive alien.
“I do.” His eyes are wild with lust, and it’s turning me on more and more.
“Then let’s kiss. There’s no harm in that, is there?”
“There’s harm. I told you—”
“Kiss me, Azan. I want you to.”
I hate being so forceful, and if I’m completely honest with myself, I’m terrified of everything he’s said. It wouldn’t take much to kill me, but I want him so much. He’s bulky and beautiful, like every guy I’ve ever had a crush on in high school who would never take a second look at me because they’re too busy trying to get girls like Alaska. I can’t get enough of Azan’s touch, his words, his strength, his intelligence, and his kindness.
No single being has ever turned me on as much as him.
I bring my mouth towards him again, and a hiss escapes. He’s not turning me away. He’s lowering me to the bed. I’m nervous as one of those capped fangs brushes against my collarbone as he moves, but the thrill is like an aphrodisiac. I need more. I shouldn’t grow wetter knowing I could die from kissing him so much, but I am. I love different. I love a break from the norm, and I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Azan looks down at me, tonguing the tip of each fang to make sure the caps are in place, and I reach up and grab his cheeks, wanting more.
I’m dripping with moisture, and a squeal of delight escapes my lips when Azan’s large hands drop my breasts, testing their texture.
I moan, and he looks at me with so much lust and desire that I’m about to come.
“Oh…” I breath as he squeezes them carefully, watching my face for a reaction. Sidyth women don’t have huge breasts, but as Azan looks down at me, I wonder if he’s disappointed. After all, Blythe’s tits are fucking epic, and mine are a pretty normal size if not on the small side.
“Perfect,” Azan breaths, lowering his face and darting his tongue out to tease my nipple. “My Chosen is perfect.”
Ohhh… sweet Mother of God.
My hips buck when his scaled tongue works around my nipple, and I wonder if he could use the length to squeeze the tip. It would certainly make for a fun experience, and the thought of this alone causes me to shiver as a bubble of arousal drips from my pussy. Azan sniffs loudly, immediately picking up on this, and his eyes drop to my skirt before flickering back up to me.
“You can go lower.” I take one of his hands in mine and lower it towards my pussy. “I imagined you doing this to me last night.”
His nostrils flare. Some of the scales splay away from his cock. “You thought of me.”
“I thought we went over that.” I’m barely able to speak as I maneuver Azan’s hand, so two of his fingers are stretched out. “Touch me… here.”
That’s all he needs to hear because, after a quick flick of his tongue, two fingers thrust inside me. It’s not soft or pretty, it’s quick and powerful, and I cry out with surprise by how much two fingers alone can fill me. I’m slick with desire, and the flapping sound of my juices as he works his fingers in and out of my folds a few times fills the air before he pulls them out, looking over them curiously.
They glisten, and Azan tilts his head as though thinking about something.
And though I’m on the verge of feeling incredibly embarrassed, he dips those fingers into his mouth and sucks on them. He smacks his lips, and nothings ever been hotter or dirtier to watch in my entire life.
“Rain,” he says thickly, lapping up the rest of my juices with his long, scaled tongue. It’s like he can’t get enough and returns to my pussy for a few thrusts, and then tastes it again. And again. I’m watching how an addict becomes addicted, I guess. But it dawns on me that he’s doing this because he’s not confident enough to go down there with his mouth, and I’m suddenly very aroused by the thought of him going there.
But I won’t push him. I’ve pushed so far already, so despite how horny I am for his mouth, I let him continue his little exploration of finger fucking, tasting and starting again. He says I taste like rain. Suddenly, I want to know what he’s talking about, so the next time he goes to lick his fingers, I grab his wrist. It’s like I pulled him out from a trance.
“Let me try.” My voice sounds tentative, but I have to know if I taste as good as he’s making it seem. I lick my lips and lower his hand to my mouth, testing the thick liquid on the tip of his finger. All I detect is the heady familiar taste of my come, and nothing more. I’ll have to take Azan’s word for it because encouraged by my actions, he pushes his finger deeper into my mouth, making me cry out.
It’s so hot.
It’s so fucking dirty.
I love it.
Despite the innocence of his exploration, there’s something so raunchy about it as well. I’m sucking my own juices off the finger of a fanged, poisonous Sidyth with self-esteem issues. He leans forward, his cock brushing against my clit, and I accidentally come undone. It’s too much. A thick finger in my mouth and a dick brushing against me when I’m already writhing against him.
The orgasm rocks through my body without apologies, and I fall against the bed in surprise, and Az
an follows me, his damn cock still pressed up against me. He’s watching with such interest like he’s never seen a woman come before. I don’t blame him for being shocked. I’ve never come this easily. He’s barely touched me, and I’m panting like a cat in heat as the orgasm swirls through my pussy, up my hips, across my tits, and up past my mouth when I’m calling out his name.
He grows more curious, leaning in for a closer look as I finally start to come down from my high.
“Oh… oh my God.” I clutch my chest as I try to calm down. “That’s never happened before.”
“You have never been pleasured?”
The question almost makes me laugh, and my pussy tingles with the heated look in his eyes. He looks so proud, but I never want to lie to him.
“Not like that. Not from eating myself off another man’s fingers.” I can’t help but giggle. “I was fine until that massive cock of yours brushed me in the right place.” Clutching my head, I stare up at the muddy ceiling, trying to figure out how such a thing is possible. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so easily in my life.”
“Maybe it’s because I’ve Chosen you,” he mutters, laying down in bed. His voice is soft and tentative, but there’s also something else growing. Confidence: the biggest turn-on of all.
***
I can’t believe he’s still here with me. I’m in his arms. He’s an exiled Sidyth, so I should be frightened, but I feel as though all of my sexiest fantasies have come true. I’m no longer bored, and there’s nothing normal about the man lying next to me. He looks so utterly peaceful, and it’s hard not to stare at him well into the night. We’re both dry in bed thanks to the sun rayers, but even if I was soaking wet, I wouldn’t have left because I don’t want this moment to end.
Azan’s still not wearing the mask.
He’s asleep.
I’m not aware how much time has passed, but soon his eyes open, and he smiles carefully at me. I don’t have to guess what his mouth is doing; I see it as clear as anything now, and already, I’m getting more used to the fangs.
“Tell me you slept a little.”