by Lee Savino
I rear up over her, drinking in the sight of her lithe form sprawled on my bed. Her hair flows around her shoulders like a black river. Her gaze is lazy, eyes hooded, as she studies me as I am studying her.
Suddenly I wonder what she thinks of me. Does she long for my touch as I long for hers?
Her tongue darts out and swipes over her lips, and I have my answer. I command my armor to retract. Her eyes widen with anticipation and then widen even more when her gaze comes to my cock. The way her lips pop open in surprise, I know that she is impressed. My seela strain towards her body.
Pareena
Dawn had not been exaggerating about the alien peen. If anything, she understated it.
It really does remind me of a cobra, rising up from a nest of tentacles, all of which are trying to reach me. There is one longer tentacle above all the others and my pussy clenches when I realize it's at the exact right spot to be able to stimulate my clit. I sit up, reaching towards them, the same way they're reaching toward me, and then I hesitate.
“Can I touch them, Master?” I ask, looking up at him.
The way he's looking at me is very human. All prideful male, pleased with my reaction to his cock.
“Gently.” He threads a hand into my hair, and my mouth waters. Something about having a man's hand in my hair, his cock in my face, just always makes me want to suck it. Apparently, it doesn't matter that the cock itself is a little weird looking.
I don't go right for the gold though when I touch him, instead I stroke the longest tentacle of the moving nest while the smaller ones brush over the back of my hand as soon as it's close enough.
"They’re soft." It's a really weird sensation—this whole thing is weird—but I'm surprisingly okay with all of it. "Almost velvety."
"I am not soft," Bogdan says, sounding insulted.
"Just the skin is," I reassure him. Apparently, males have some similarities no matter what part of the universe they come from. "I can feel that you're very hard." I wrap my fingers around the shaft of his cock, just under the flaring head, and he groans, his hips thrusting forward eagerly.
Considering how many times he's gotten me off without getting himself off, it's a testament to his willpower that he doesn't do more than that. I can't help but wonder what it would take to break that steely self-control. His cock flexes in my hand. Not the same way a human's penis would. Human genitalia is more rigid and it might pulse or throb, but it wouldn't actually bend. The hooded head flares, its edges moving up and down and reminding me of the way a stingray looks when it swims.
Holy shit.
The possibilities boggle the mind. And then add in the tentacles...
I giggle when the little strands pull at my skin, trying to wrap around my fingers. This is seriously the whole package. And I feel a little pang of disappointment that it's really unlikely Bogdan would get the joke if I tried to make it.
I move my fingers over the shaft, pulling them out of reach of the tentacles and then sliding back down. He groans again, his hand tightening in my hair, but that is his only reaction.
I can't help it. I have a Ravenclaw's curiosity and I have to know.
Dipping my head, I swipe my tongue over the broad, slowly undulating head of his cock. His skin is more textured than a human’s and I wonder how it will feel when it’s sliding inside of me. Right now, though, my focus is on what I’m doing to him. Bogdan's body goes rigid as my tongue explores his cock.
"What are you doing?" He sounds like he is choking on the words.
I look up at him and the expression on his face... shock, desire, curiosity. It's the most open I've ever seen him. I grin slyly up at him. "Didn't the manuals cover blow jobs? Oral sex?"
"Yes..." His voice trails off slightly and I suddenly realize that he might not have completely understood what the books were talking about if the Tsenturions don't have a frame of reference for it.
This should be fun.
Bogdan
My Tribute's tongue flicks out again, running along the rippling ridge of my cock. Shivers run through me, but I am otherwise frozen, watching her taste my sensitive flesh. It is strange but extremely pleasurable as her small tongue explores me.
She works her way down to my cock and envelops the tip in wet heat. The sensation is enough to nearly unman me and my knees lock in place, body arching, sending my cock deep into her mouth. Instead of drawing back, she hums, sending tiny vibrations through my synapses. The pleasure is overwhelming. Seeing her dark eyes, watching her face, as she swallows me is the most shocking and erotic experience of my life.
As she moves inward, my lesser seela suction onto her face and pull her close. I can feel her arousal more strongly than ever, feel her pleasure in serving me. She is enjoying this. Not in the same way I am, but, nonetheless. I do understand, because I enjoyed tasting her, but I had not expected her to enjoy the same. The manuals had indicated that not all human females want to perform the oral sex.
My Tribute must be a superior human female, which does not surprise me.
My prime seela strokes her face. She closes her eyes, breathing through her nose as she sheaths my cock in her throat. My fingers are still fisted in her hair, but instead of pulling her off, I allow her to work up and down on my cock until stars fill my vision. My arousal tightens like a fist. If she continues, I will not be able to claim her.
She slides her mouth off, drawing in a deep breath. My seela release their hold, leaving small marks across her cheeks. Marks that arouse me even more, because of what they mean. Before she can plunge down again, I tug her away.
“Not that way.” The urge to claim her, to sink into her and release my seed is too strong. I will not be able to hold back if she uses her mouth for the oral sex again.
“Did you like it?” she asks, breathless, her eyes bright as if I have been pleasuring her, not the other way around.
I trace my finger over one of the circular marks on her cheek. "I liked it very much, but I want to claim you now."
"Are you sure?" she asks, and I can see a spark of fear in her eyes, feel it in the nanotech. "Because if you start and then change your mind, I think I might actually cry again. And I really don't want to cry again today."
"I will not change my mind," I assure her. "You are my Tribute. It is time and I have waited long enough to fully claim you."
Too long, I am sure the High Commander would say. The other warriors would agree. But it is the right time for me, for us.
Pressing her back onto the bed, I move atop my Tribute, ready to truly make her mine.
Pareena
Bogdan's lips meet mine, taking my mouth before I can respond. His tongue slides against mine and I feel movement against my inner thighs, making me shudder in erotic anticipation. Were those the tentacles?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes please!
My arms move, sliding over his hard muscles, tentatively at first, because he hasn't really allowed me to touch him like this before, and then more... and more... I am greedy, exploring his body with my fingertips and he groans, rocking against me.
Oh my...
Those are definitely the tentacles, moving against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, working their way to my pussy. The Bride Trainer retracts, leaving my sex open and exposed. A kind of fearful, excited anticipation fills me. What is this going to feel like?
Something moves against my pussy and then I feel it, pushing into me. The flared head is thick and strangely shaped, but I am soaking wet and it manages to push inside of me. I cry out against Bogdan's lips, my nails digging into his shoulders. It only takes him a moment to take my wrists and pin my hands down above my head, leaving me totally helpless beneath him, as he slowly impales me on his alien cock.
It moves inside of me, pressing against my quivering muscles in strange ways, all while his tongue strokes the inside of my mouth.
Talk about an alien invasion, I think, and then have to wonder if I'm a little hysterical.
It feels so incredibly good
that I can barely stand it.
Something pulls at my labia, and I realize that the tentacles have gotten in on the act. The sensation is tingling pleasure, like bubbles traveling over my skin, and then it deepens even more, as if he's literally sucking on my pussy while he fucks me. When the super long one moves over my swollen clit, my whole body jerks in reaction.
His lips leave mine, and then Bogdan is staring down at me, watching my reaction as our groins press together. His strange cock is fully buried inside of me and his tentacles are stroking and sucking me and I can actually feel my toes curling.
"Oh... oh fuck... Please..." I beg, my need, my pleasure already rising higher and faster than I can handle. "It's like a tongue, licking... oh please... please don't stop..."
The prime seela that Dawn had told me about suctions onto my clit, tugging on the sensitive nub, and I scream as ecstasy surges, releasing the tension that had coiled almost too quickly and too powerfully inside of me. I writhe underneath him, my entire body quaking with the hot bliss... and then he rolls over so that I am sitting on top of him and it feels like he is even deeper inside of me.
Bogdan
I prop up my Tribute as her body rocks in orgasm. As much as I long to unleash the full power of my desire upon her, I am too worried that doing so will hurt her. My control is close to snapping as it is. Having her on top of me will help keep me from causing her any harm.
She cants forward, clasping her hands behind my neck now that I have returned control of her arms to her. My whole torso is rigid, muscles bunching in an attempt to control my impulse to flip her on her back and pound out my need between her accommodating thighs. She shifts up and down, back and forth, wriggling as if it will help her accommodate the thick intruder.
“You’re so big,” she gasps.
“You’re so small,” I correct her. She whimpers and I hold her close. “Just wait.” Her body is opening like a flower, coating my cock in her cream and allowing it to slide inside.
“No, I need you.” she strains to seat herself, but I don’t let her go. For a moment she struggles in my hold, pushing at my chest and grunting with exertion. I swallow my amusement. Her dark eyes flash defiance and it makes me want to laugh.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, to distract her. Immediately she leans forward, obeying her Master's command. My lips claim hers, my tongue thrusting into her mouth. She moans as she moves, rising up high enough that it stretches the seela suctioned to her skin, before sliding back down my cock. Her head falls back, ending the kiss.
"Oh yes..." She shudders, arching, and I curve one arm around her back to stabilize her while my other hand seeks out her breast.
"Good girl," I say, repeating the accolade I saw most often in the manuals. I am immediately rewarded when her pussy clamps down around my cock in reaction. The hot, wet pulse of her body around mine is celestial.
"More," she demands, breathing fast and struggling to move. "Harder."
For the first time in what feels like forever, my face creases into a smile. “Patience, little one.”
“Now,” she half-orders, half-begs. My Tribute is bossy and it’s adorable. Instead of anger that she dare to command me, as she has clearly forgotten herself in her need for my cock, I am amused and gratified by her overwhelming desire.
“Fuck me, Bogdan, please,” she begs, resting her forehead on my chin, her pussy fluttering around my cock. Rather than chastising her, I decide whenever I am inside her, she will call me by name instead of Master. I like the way she says it.
Reaching down, I trace the plump petals spread around my hard shaft, displacing lesser seela as I measure how much more of me she needs to take. My hand comes away coated with her wetness. My prime seela is nestled beside the fleshy ridge of her most sensitive spot. It undulates gently, stimulating her constantly. No wonder she is mad with need.
“As you wish,” I murmur, loosening my grip so that she can rise halfway up my cock. Gravity and my seela tug her down, impaling her again and making both of us groan. Tremors of pleasure ripple through her.
“I’ve never been so full.” She is panting for breath. "Harder please, Master, fuck me."
"Bogdan," I correct her.
"Bogdan," she repeats immediately, her sultry voice turning my name into a sigh of pleasure. "Please, fuck me. I need you."
I need you.
Her words spark something inside of me, and my self-control slides away like a Vgotha ship on the run. My muscles bunch and roll as I rock into her, forcing her to ride my body like a boat bobbing on a wave. Her small body is suspended over mine, held up by my hand in her hair and my cock impaling her. Once I am sure she is fully seated again, I snap my hips and make her bounce.
A keening cry escapes her, and a flush creeps up her chest. She is climaxing. Again. What little control I had left is gone. I flip her onto her back. She is soft and wet now, her pussy adjusted to my cock. There should be no danger of harming her.
I grasp her hips and pound her, my lesser seela slackening and tightening to allow my movement, my prime seela wagging wildly against her clitoris. Her orgasm is non-stop, constant waves of wild sensation breaking in her body. I feel the feedback in the back of my mind, her pleasure and satisfaction a constant presence as my own climax grows to epic proportions, ready to crash into us both. Her mouth is slack, her eyes practically rolling back in her head, but her nails claw my back as if to urge me on.
My cock stiffens, hardening to its full length, my seela pulling at her flesh and initiating the exchange of bio information. Rapture erupts, carrying my seed with it into her body, leaving us shuddering together in mutual bliss.
13
Pareena
A soft touch on my folds makes me whimper.
“Easy,” Bogdan soothes, rubbing cream into my sore pussy. The ache diminishes almost immediately, and I sigh in relief. When I'd told him "harder," he'd definitely ended up taking me at my word. I wonder if this is how Lois Lane feels after she gets it on with Superman.
When he’s finished, he looks at me, studying my expression. Giving him a lazy smile, I reach out and trace his hard features. He smiled earlier, I’m almost sure of it. I didn’t realize it at the time, I was too desperate to be fucked, but the memory floats back to me as I lie in a post-coital haze. I never thought I’d see the big, surly alien let down his guard, but here he is, fussing over me, wiping off my sweaty limbs with a soft cloth and inspecting the puffy redness of my labia.
“That’s normal,” I tell him. At least, I'm assuming it's normal. There's usually post-coital soreness after any vigorous sex, much less vigorous alien sex with a strangely shaped cock. “I’m fine.”
“You are so tight,” he muses, looking back down at my pussy contemplatively. “I will have the Bride Trainer prepare you before your next claiming.”
I whimper at the thought of being filled, of going about my day constantly fucked by the Bride Trainer in preparation for my Master’s cock. It sounds both torturous and unbearably arousing... actually, wait, I've done it before with Frllil and it was both of those things. But it seems like it would be even more so when Bogdan is the one giving the orders to the Bride Trainer instead of Frllil.
"I'm fine," I say hastily, half-hoping that he'll believe me, half-hoping he won't. He frowns at my dissent. "You're big, but I'm made to stretch."
He still frowns, but sits down on the bed beside me, tracing his hand over my hip as I roll onto my side to face him. I can't help but wonder how he's feeling, now that we've finally had sex. Am I the only reason for his frown or is he thinking about the Tsenturion woman he'd planned to mate?
Does he feel like he betrayed her?
It doesn't take my degree to know that he's suffering from a large amount of survivor's guilt. If I'd taken the time to think, I would have tried to talk to him about that before we became more physically involved... but thinking has not exactly been high on my priorities when it comes to Bogdan.
Wait, does this mean that I accept everything I'm e
xperiencing is actually real and not just a really strong manifestation of my imagination?
And now my head hurts.
Bogdan distracts me by stroking his finger over my cheek, making a small circle.
"I like these," he says, sounding smug. All of my other thoughts go flying out the window.
"You like what?" I ask, confused. Breasts, ass, pussy, even thighs and lips... but my cheeks?
"My seela marks," he says. I can feel a little thrill of possession run through me, but I'm pretty sure it's not me that's feeling it. I think it's him. But more importantly—
"What seela marks?!" I sit straight up.
Amused, Bogdan brings me to the bathroom where I stare at the mirror in there. Reflective surface. Whatever. I run my fingers over the marks on my cheeks as they burn red hot with a blush.
"Oh my... everyone's going to know what I did!" Don't get me wrong, I love giving head. It’s an act of service that speaks to my submissive soul, but I've never had it advertised on my face that I'd recently indulged.
Standing behind me, Bogdan puts his hands on my hips, pulling me back against him. I swear I can see the glimmer of a smile in his eyes. Males. Doesn't matter the species, they're all alike in some ways.
“I like it." Yeah, he definitely sounds smug. Turning my face to his with a finger he lays his lips against the marks. For such a big, brooding, mean-looking warrior, he’s a remarkably gentle kisser. Sighing, I give in and feel myself slumping against him as the humor of the situation gets to me.
After all, who is going to judge me? I don't think the other warriors are going to. They're more likely to high-five Bogdan, or whatever the Tsenturion equivalent would be. Dawn? My impression of her is that she'll want to compare notes.