by Laney Kaye
If this was a dream, I was going to make sure it was a wet one.
Yanno had remarked on my age as though it was a negative, but the figure only meant I was old enough to be reckless; I’d take what I could right now, without worrying about what the future might hold.
It couldn’t be any worse than what I’d faced on Earth. Years of spinsterhood with my less-than-affectionate cat for company. I’d trade all of it for a couple of star-splashed lunar cycles with a hot alien, any day.
Speaking of which — “So, no one is using this room, right?”
“It is yours, if you wish it.”
“Oh, I wish it all right.” I pulled the studs on my coverall open, releasing my breasts. “How about you shut the door?”
Tennn had kicked it shut with the back of his booted heel before I finished speaking. “I like the way you think, my Stella. In fact, I like the way you do many things.” His fingers traced the glitter on my chest. “Perhaps this wasn’t an accident,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“Well, we’re still going to have a serious talk about that, mister,” I said, winding my hand around the back of his neck to drag his lips down to mine. I was lying, of course. I mean, apologies to the Women’s Emancipation Movement and the decades of women fighting for our rights, but in this particular moment, I kind of liked the idea of an alpha male marking me as his own. His property.
Yeah, even though it had been an accident, I’d cling to that thought for a while.
Tennn’s strong hands gripped my waist and pulled me hard against him, his dick a rigid barrier between us. His lips crashed against mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth, flicking and chasing, tasting and devouring. As if he couldn’t get enough of me.
Fuck. The way he kissed was hot enough to get me off. I pulled back, intending to compliment him, but then leant back into his embrace, his mouth smothering my groan of lust. Telling him his technique was spot-on might have meant admitting that most of my Frenching experience had been with hollowed-out citrus fruit.
Which, by the way, were not readily available in the desert.
It seemed my lack of practice didn’t deter him, though; Tennn thrust his long fingers up through the back of my hair, holding me close. He ripped his lips away from mine and traced a series of tiny kisses and sharp little nips along the line of my jaw, down my throat, then back up to my ear. He seized the lobe between his teeth and tugged gently.
His cold breath sent tingles from my ear to my…well, to my nipples, actually.
“Stella, my Stella. I wish I could have you,” he murmured into my ear, his deep voice urgent.
Surely, I hadn’t put him off with my talk of him not fully understanding consent? Damn my big mouth!
“Yes. Yes!” I gasped as he moved one hand to my burning, throbbing nipple, his palm hefting the considerable weight of my breast as his fingers rolled the tight nub. Dammit, what were those informed consent laws, again? Full and enthusiastic verbalization, right? Well, that one syllable would have to do, because between his finger and thumb squeezing my nipple, his tail somehow whipping out from beneath his trench coat and caressing the crack of my ass through my pants, and his tongue — oh my freaking god! His tongue! What was it doing?
I tried to gasp, but his mouth swallowed the sound, his fingers and tail all moving in the same rhythm as…his tongue.
He was tongue fucking me.
There was no other word for it. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, smoothing over my teeth, tangling with my own tongue, in a perfect replication of the most intimate act.
I’d never had anything so good in my mouth. Like, I’d even swear off cheesecake in favor of this.
With so many points of stimulation, I couldn’t focus on any one, but they all combined to immediately bring me to the brink of orgasm.
My knees went weak.
My nipples tightened unbearably.
The erotic tension zapped from the hard nub between Tennn’s fingers to the engorged bud between my legs, where I was desperate for him to touch.
Butterflies set up a crazy mardi-gras dance in the pit of my stomach.
Fireworks sizzled and sparked a little lower.
“Nononono,” I trembled out, trying to prevent the spontaneous combustion by clenching my thighs. Like I’d ever had trouble getting them together before.
Tennn pulled back a little, one eyebrow lifted.
I shook my head, incapable of words, but immediately grabbed the back of his neck, tugging his mouth to mine again. I had to stop him, had to slow things down to make sure I dragged every speck of enjoyment from this moment. But God, it was so good, I wanted it all and I wanted it now.
Tennn resisted my grip as easily as he’d ignore a butterfly. He took a half-step back, his gaze sliding down my body. His hands on my shoulders, he pushed the coveralls free. “Your clothing, Stella. I want it off.”
Yup. Me too.
Tennn pressed his lips to my shoulder and then trailed them across my collar bone to lightly bite the other shoulder as he exposed it.
I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of the man. Trying to memorize it. Spicy, but nothing I had a name for. Maybe a hint of nutmeg? A faint trace of sweat and heat. And, holy hell, vanilla. Not just any vanilla, but vanilla-bean donut glaze.
No wonder I’d enjoyed eating him.
He eased the material down to my waist, his gaze devouring each inch of flesh he revealed.
Lower.
I shimmied my hips, praying the fabric wouldn’t stick. Once, just this once.
Tennn groaned. “Gods, Stella, you are so voluptuous. So beautiful. Everything a man could desire. I must taste you again.”
He dropped to his knees, dragging the coveralls to my ankles in one swift move. Then he gripped my buttocks. His tongue thrust between my legs, unerringly finding the wet canyon hidden in my forest, his cold breath a delicious, erotic counterpoint to my own heat.
“Fuck!” I moaned, my hips thrusting toward his face as though I had no control over them. Control was over-rated, anyway.
Tennn tipped his head back, his chin shining wet with my juice. His eyelids shuttered horizontally. “Yes? I believe that is what we are doing, my Stella?”
I wound my hand in his short hair, holding him away from me. “Wait!”
“You do not like this?”
“I love this. But you’re going to make me cum.” Again, but who was counting?
Well, actually, me; and this was all going in my diary later, for those lonely nights that stretched endlessly ahead. “I am so into this, Tennn. Into you. But we’ve already done, um, this,” I waved a hand down at my girl bits. “And, as our time is limited, I want…more.” I needed more memories, more experiences to feed my imagination when I was alone again. I nibbled on my lip for a moment, staring down at his handsome face as he waited for me to articulate. “Tennn, I want you inside me.”
Chapter Four
Tennn
I could not do as she asked. Even though it would please both of us.
Instead, I stood, scooped Stella into my arms and carried her to the bed. Deposited her, a little inelegantly, with the uniform still tangled around her feet.
The mattress hollowed beneath her, the soft fabric rising in clouds around her seductive form.
I stood back for a minute, content simply to look.
Maybe not so much content, as I didn’t know just where to start this feast. Every inch of her appeared delectable, delicious, and I didn’t have enough time to pay the homage she deserved.
“Tennn?” She looked unaccountably nervous and reached one hand toward me.
I moved closer, kneeling on the bed alongside her, so that I could draw one finger from her golden, smooth throat, between the magnificent mountains of her breast, across the soft clouds of her stomach, and down to her sweetly indented navel. I bent to press a kiss there, letting my tongue toy with her, flicking it in and out until she moaned. Her fingers wound in my hair, her hips bucking up as though she ur
ged me lower.
I shifted back onto my haunches, shrugged out of my coat, and tossed it to the floor.
Freed, my tail made straight for her sweet forest, as though it had a mind of its own. Though really, we were of the same mind.
The sensitive pad at the tip of my tail tickled at the crest of Stella’s cunnusk, and the moist, hard nub vibrated beneath my touch.
Stella writhed and moaned, closing her eyes. Sweat dewed her forehead within seconds, and her chest heaved, her plump lips parted as she panted.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from those pouting lips, not when the memory of what she’d done with them — to me — had my yakeet rearing against the confines of my leggings.
Stroking down across her belly, my fingers took over from my tail, tickling at the top of her cunnusk. My tail slid along her slick channel, probing for entry.
She gasped, her eyes flying open. “Oh my God. What are you doing to me?”
“Loving you?” I’d thought that obvious, but perhaps this was not how it was done in her world.
“With that?” She shoved up onto her elbows and nodded her chin toward my tail.
“You do not like it?”
“I like it. But it’s probably illegal.”
“Not at all. This is what it is designed for.” To prove my point, I vibrated the tip, fast for five pulses, then slow for ten, fast for five, at her entrance.
“Oh frick, frick, frick,” she moaned, throwing her head back on the pillow. “That is so definitely illegal. Now I know why they banned vibrators. Who’d need anything else?”
“Oh, so you don’t want any of this?” I leaned over her to trail my tongue down her neck, shifting from one breast to the other, laving wet rings around her nipples without ever touching.
“Tennn,” she crooned, pulling my head closer to her breast.
At the precise second I sucked the fiery nub between my lips, I penetrated her tight entrance with my tail, sliding into her a half-finger deep.
She arched up, wetness exploding over my tail as her fingernails dug into my back. “Oh, no, Tennn, don’t make me cum. Not yet!”
“No, not yet, my sweet Stella of the Stars.”
Her tight walls gripped me as I inched inside her.
Then I withdrew.
And plunged inside her more quickly.
Three more thrusts and she was screaming.
I knew I should have waited until we reached my long-term quarters, far from Xander and Yanno’s ears, which were no doubt straining in this direction. Not that they’d have to strain too hard.
Stella yipped like a lupinkin, a gleam of sweat glittering across my star-splash on her breasts, the markings on her face glistening.
“That is it, my Stella. You cum for me.” Saying her word almost had me glancing over my shoulder for a drone, though.
“Yes, yes,” she ground through clenched teeth. “Oh, yes, Tennn, that’s it!”
I leaned forward and closed my mouth over hers, my tongue darting into her wetness as my tail did at the other end of her body. She tensed beneath me, her back arched, muscles quivering as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Then she let out a little sob, before collapsing limply onto the bed. “Oh, God, Tennn, you’re amazing.”
“That was only the tip of my tail, Stella. I have so much more to give you.”
She raised one hand as if to stop me, then let it flop back down onto the bed. “Just not right this second, okay? Let a girl catch her breath.” She blew a long sigh between pursed lips. “Don’t worry, I promise fair payback.” She reached for my leggings, but I stilled her hand.
“You are gorgeous. So lush. Every beautiful handspan of you. If you just lie back and allow me to look at you, I will be a happy man.” I meant the words, but the second I’d uttered them I realized that would not be enough for me. Knowing I had her for only two lunar cycles, I could never be happy.
She stroked one hand down the side of my face. “That might be enough for you, but I want memories, Tennn, something to store up for when I’m alone.”
“Alone? You will never be alone, my Stella. The buyers will fight for you on Daorheris.”
“Do you think so?”
Did she sound eager? Fists clenched, I drew back, trying to control my sudden surge of anger. Jealousy. I didn’t want to think of another man purchasing Stella. “It is a fact.”
“I think I’ll still be alone, though, Tennn. I mean, it’s not like I know any of these mythical dudes, right?”
“But you know me?” I teased, trying to pretend her reply meant nothing.
“Not so much.” A frown contracted her eyebrows and I smoothed them with one thumb. “But maybe I want to.”
My hearts both juddered to a halt at precisely the same moment. “But what of your wish to adventure?”
A smile lit her eyes and she waved a hand down her body, “You don’t call this an adventure?”
“Ah, my Stella,” I stroked the lightest touch across her breasts and down to her cunnusk. “I call this a playground. Unlike any I’ve ever enjoyed.”
Her fingers traced the skin maps on my chest and I held my breath, as though allowing her exploration was of the utmost importance. Shyly, she moved to my face, her touch as delicate as a night-wint’s velvet wings. She traced my cheeks and then gently pressed alongside my eyes. Understanding what she wanted, I closed my inner eyelids. Despite the opaque film, I caught the sudden flare of desire as her pupils expanded. “I think this is an adventure I’d be happy with for far longer than you’ll allow,” she whispered, pulling her gaze from mine as a flush mounted her cheeks.
I had to guide the conversation away from where it was headed. Because what she seemed to hint at was an impossibility. “Are you suggesting I won’t last long enough?” I teased as I kissed my way down her belly, rasping my tongue across her lower stomach. Her flesh quivered, the tiny trembles of desire heightening my own lust. Like it could climb much higher. Thank the gods for the design of our tight uniform pants; they were currently doing an admirable job of holding me in check.
“I don’t know, Tennn, will you?” She flashed me a cheeky grin and my hearts thumped double-time. “I guess you’ll have to show me.”
“Then how about I make a start here?” I drew my tongue up her hot, wet slit, savoring her juices. “Or here?” My tail swung around from my back, burrowing beneath her to tease at her tight rosebud while I worked my tongue in fast circles on the engorged nub at the top of her cunnusk.
“Oh my God, the issue isn’t how long you can last,” she gasped. “But Tennn, much as I love what you do with your tail — ohhh!” Trembles rippled through her as I penetrated her a little more deeply with that appendage she claimed to love. Her hips arched, thrusting her cunnusk up to my mouth, and I drove my tongue further into her slick wetness.
“No, no,” she wound her fingers in my hair, half-laughing, but seeming to be on the verge of tears. “We don’t have much time, Tennn. I want all of you. You know, inside me.”
I shook my head, but gods, I was reluctant. I pressed kisses against the inside of each of her soft thighs. “We cannot do that, my Stella. You are fertile, I would impregnate you.”
“Say what now?” she shot up in bed, her heavy breasts swinging. I shifted back onto my haunches so that I could reach for them. Hanging like ripe dura melon, they were too much for any green-blooded man to resist, and I briefly wished I was an Apaeln, so one of my heads could remain in the sweet garden between her legs while the other adored her womanly beauty.
She placed one arm across her breasts, as though she had a chance of restraining them. “How can you know that…and that?” she demanded.
As often happened, I had to pause for a moment to work out what she was asking. “How can I know you are fertile? Your responsiveness. Your lust. Oh, and this,” I tapped my wristcomm and gave her a wink. “Yanno saw to it that all your vitals are stored, remember?”
“Oh.” She looked almost crestfallen. “Okay, I guess that’s not really
alien tech. Though definitely acceptably new-aged and caring. But your claim about—” she chuckled a little, although I wasn’t certain why she found the term funny, as it was certainly the correct one. “About impregnating me. Isn’t that a little cocky?”
She’d totally lost me now, so I latched onto the part of the sentence I understood. “If I took you now, you are ripe, and I am virile. My seed would seek out your egg, and you would be impregnated.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know the mechanics of it.” As if to prove her point, her hand moved to the aching bulge between my legs. “What I meant was, what are the chances of pregnancy? We could risk it, right?”
“Chances?” I shook my head. Humans were oddly uneducated. “There is no chance factor. Female humans are one of the few races that are still fertile. You will become pregnant. With our species slowly moving to extinction over thousands of years, we have evolved to make certain that any full consummation at the correct moment results in a pregnancy. At least, that was the case until females across the races became largely infertile. But that is why some of us have these.” I whipped my tail forward, using the tip to tickle that tight little bud at the crest of her slit. Though, like many Crasasi males, Yanno and Xander often paired up to pleasure their temporary-mate, as Royalty, I was forbidden that. Instead, all male royals were born with a tail that was as sensitive as our yakeet. “This way we are able to give pleasure even when we do not care to breed.” For the first time, those last words slammed into me. Do not care to breed.
Was that my truth?
No.
I merely followed the path set for me, the expectations of my family and my subjects. Which had never been an issue as I had no interest in fathering a tiny Crasasi. I knew it would eventually happen, when we’d earned enough xasa to purchase the fertile Crasasi mate my position required, so that the royal lineage would be assured and I could take the throne. But never had I given any thought to the fact that the child would be mine; part of me and part of the woman I…no. My heir could never be part of the woman I loved. It would be part of my assigned mate, chosen by our governing body and my mother.