by A. G. Wilde
Diana gasped again, groaning as he pushed another finger deep inside her and began pumping slowly.
But it wasn’t his fingers she wanted.
“I know,” he murmured against her breasts and if she wasn’t so horny, she’d have flushed red.
“You’re reading my mind.”
“It’s hard not to when your body calls out to me,” he answered, moving his lips lower.
As he ripped away the towel and threw it somewhere in the room, his eyes fell to where his fingers were and she saw him pause.
The hunger that grew within his gaze was obvious, almost palpable. If she’d thought he’d looked at her breasts in awe before, the way he was looking at her pussy now was as if he was seeing something absolutely beautiful.
“Yce?” Again her voice was a whisper and he seemed to pull his gaze away from her cunt with much effort.
“Is something wrong?” She had the thought to clamp her legs closed, but he was settled between them and there was no way she could close her legs without getting up completely.
“You have hair there,” he said, his eyes falling back between her legs.
She opened her mouth to respond, but he continued.
“You’re beautiful.” His eyes met hers again and Diana felt her cheeks warm. The hunger in his eyes was so intense it was as if she suddenly realized that he was a big, strong, alien male.
“I want to…” His eyes searched hers. “I want to taste you.”
“Yce,” she murmured watching, mouth slightly open, as he dipped his head between her legs.
Her moan was loud as she felt his hot mouth envelop her clit.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
“So beautiful.” His muffled words reached her ear from between her inner lips as he kissed her there. His two fingers continued working within her as he flattened his tongue and licked her from her entrance to the top of her clit once, twice, three times, till she was moaning so loudly she couldn’t hear his own moans as he closed his mouth around her and sucked deeply.
“Yce,” she cried out. She was close. If he didn’t stop, she was going to cum and she hadn’t had the chance to touch him yet.
As he paused and raised his eyes to hers, that possessed look was still there and it was so fucking hot she felt herself clench around his fingers.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, licking his lips as his gaze fell back to her pussy.
Using the other hand, he flicked his finger over her clit.
Diana gasped at the contact, a shudder running through her. He still hadn’t stopped pumping his fingers within her and she was sure the combination of his heated gaze and what he was doing with his fingers was going to end her soon.
“Your bud here.” He flicked his finger over her clit again. “And your buds here.” He raised his hand to grasp a breast underneath his palm as he played with a nipple.
“Yce,” she whimpered, trying to focus on what he was saying.
“They are different,” he said. “Bigger.” His gaze seemed to become even hotter. “Better,” he said, dipping his head to take her clit into his mouth again.
With the hand on her breast kneading it while he pumped her with his fingers and sucked on her swollen clit, Yce raised his white gaze to hers and Diana became undone.
Squirming on his fingers, she clenched against him as an orgasm rocked through her.
Her creamy juice spread over his fingers and she watched as if in a trance as Yce raised his fingers to his lips and cleaned her juices with his tongue.
If she wasn’t already shuddering through an orgasm, the image alone would have made her come again.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Falling back against the bedding, Diana took a few deep breaths.
Fuck.
He’d made her come.
But he wasn’t finished yet, she realized, as he laid beside her, pulling her naked body against his as he buried his face into her neck.
“Beautiful, wild Diana,” he said and she felt it then. The hardness poking against her leg.
She’d been so caught up in her own pleasure she hadn’t realized he’d been nursing a hard-on the entire time.
Through the sheerness of the towel, she could feel he was hard, thick, and long. Still in the throes of her orgasm, she couldn’t resist reaching back and touching him through the towel.
As soon as her hand made contact, she felt him stiffen against her.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
Oh, but she wanted to.
She wanted to so bad that she’d dreamed about it and his cock had been haunting her subconscious ever since.
“Can’t you feel that?” She turned to him. “Can’t you feel those thoughts?”
She watched his gaze fall to her lips before moving back to her eyes and it was hard to believe he’d just had his head between her legs.
This gorgeous man had just brought her to orgasm with his mouth.
The thought of it was making her wet again.
“Yes,” he answered her question and it was his turn to inhale deeply as she pulled the towel from over his hips.
“Damn,” she breathed, swallowing hard as his cock bobbed against her, no longer held back by the material.
“What is it?” His voice was hoarse again.
“It’s bigger.” She echoed his words. “Better.” It was her turn to look at him, hunger in her eyes.
His cock was a long thick blue rod. The same neurons that ran under his skin were networked underneath the skin of his cock and as she ran her hand along the length of him, they seemed to glow in response. His cock had a thick rounded head, and as she stared at it he jerked against her hand, a drop of fluid appearing at the top.
His thick tip led to a ribbed shaft. It was like three mushroom ridges stacked one on top of the other and she could just imagine sliding over them, how deliciously good they’d feel.
But as she ran her hand lower, she realized the lower she went, the thicker he seemed to get. His tip was already like a fist she couldn’t imagine how far the rest of him would stretch her.
Climbing atop him, Diana settled on his groin, feeling the delicious jerk of his cock against her pussy.
The hunger was still in his eyes as he rested his hands against her hips.
She didn’t need to say a word.
They both knew what the other refrained to say.
She was settled over him, her pussy lips spread over his hardness and as she began sliding up and down, rubbing her juices along his hardness, her eyes fluttered closed as she moaned.
He felt so good. It was hard not rising above him and impaling herself on him.
“Diana,” he groaned as his head fell back against the bedding. His chi was glowing, swirling a rainbow of colors and his eyes were glowing too.
As she slid up to his mushroom, before slowly guiding her hips back down to his base, she watched as his eyes rolled over in his head and he shuddered against her.
Fuck. She could come like this if she continued. But she wanted to feel him inside her.
She needed to feel him inside her.
Rising above him, she grabbed the base of his cock as she guided him to her entrance.
It was electric, that first contact.
As his mushroom slipped into her slick, wet, cunt, Diana threw her head back.
Fuck. He was thick, but it felt oh so good.
She could feel herself being stretched as she slowly lowered over him and she was sure there was no way she was going to take him all.
“Diana,” he growled and with her lashes low, she gazed at him. His eyes were devouring every inch of her.
She was only half-way over his cock but it felt as if she was stretched thin. And the feeling was…indescribable.
So this was what she was missing out on? Fuck. Size did matter.
Her body was already shivering with pleasure and she hadn’t even started riding him yet. Instead, she was paused with him half-way inside her, unable to move because t
he sensations were too strong.
“Let me take you.” His voice was low. “I will do so slowly.”
Shit. She couldn’t even speak.
Nodding, she let him hold on to her hips as they switched positions, not allowing his cock to slip from her warmth.
As her back hit the bedding, she looked up at him, writhing her hips slowly.
His eyes rolled back in his head again as he gritted his teeth.
“Diana,” he growled. “My wild, gorgeous Diana.”
He lifted her legs then, resting his arms on the insides of her thighs as he gazed down at her swollen cunt.
Another growl left him as he eased himself further into her and she found herself biting down hard on her bottom lip as a scream of pleasure left her.
He started thrusting slowly, allowing her juices to coat him, and with each small thrust he went a little deeper and a little deeper till she was sure she could feel him in her belly. But the feeling had never felt so good.
As his tempo increased, she could hardly see a thing now and she wasn’t sure if she was going blind or if it was that her eyes were just rolled back in her head.
All she knew was that her entire body was tingling with pleasure and that she was shuddering.
As another orgasm rocked through her, it felt as if she was having a seizure. Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably, and as he pumped those last few thrusts deep inside her, she felt him stiffen and call her name.
This.
This was.
Bliss.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Diana woke with a yawn.
She’d been wrapped up in his arms after they’d been too exhausted to move.
It was the perfect place to be.
He was warm, strong, protective.
It felt good.
He’d found more towels somewhere and had draped it across their bodies just before the Mukkians had bustled in with food.
As the little men moved within arm’s reach of the bed, Diana found it hard to meet their inquisitive gazes.
“They heard us, didn’t they?”
Yce wrapped around her and pulled her closer. “They are pretty sexless. They don’t care.”
Well…despite that, she was sure they were staring.
“Here,” he said. “Eat.”
With one arm still draped around her waist, he was holding a plate in the other with what looked like some kind of fruit on it.
“That’s a fruit, is it?”
“Yes.” Yce studied her face. His gaze was relaxed. More relaxed than she’d ever seen him before. “It is very sweet.”
Taking a bite of the yellow fruit, Diana’s eyes widened.
It was delicious.
“Just where do they get fruit like this? It is literally a desert out there.”
“They have an underground farm at every outpost. The Mukkians are quite an inventive lot.” He was watching her as she ate.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
Something passed behind his eyes and somehow, it made her blush.
“I can only think of one thing I would like to taste again.”
The arm around her waist pulled her closer.
“I could have my mouth on your cunt for days.”
She must have flushed bright red.
“Are you deliberately saying that to me or are you the one projecting thoughts right now?”
Yce chuckled, before resting his nose on her shoulder.
“I feel like I have wasted time,” he said after a few seconds.
“Hmm? Why?” She had moved on from the fruit to another plate he was offering her. This one was equally delicious and her taste buds were savoring the new taste.
“I have wasted time with you.”
That made her stop eating to glance at him as she waited for him to continue.
He seemed to sigh before nuzzling further into her neck.
“I like this, Diana. I like you and…” He paused again. “I want more.”
“More sex?”
“No.” He raised his head from her neck then to look at her pointedly. “This isn’t about sex. I want you.”
Diana blinked, the food falling from her fingers to land on the plate as she turned to face him fully.
They sat there for a moment, searching each other’s gazes but she knew what he meant.
She wanted more too. More of him.
“You are life,” he finally said.
“I thought you said I was wild.” A smile parted her lips as his eyes glowed for a second.
“You are. But it is you. It is who you are. Your wildness is life. And I like it.”
Diana huffed out a soft laugh. The happiness on her face was real.
“So this is how you win a woman’s heart, huh? You fuck her then feed her.” She began chuckling as bewilderment passed across his face momentarily.
“Is it working?”
That made her burst out laughing.
“Yes.” She chuckled as he pinned her down and began kissing her neck. “It is.”
“I want you, Diana.”
“Now? Again? So soon?” Her eyes widened as her laughter slowly died.
“I would have you every minute if I could.”
His words were making her hot again and she wondered if he knew it.
“We should eat first.”
That made his gaze drop to her groin and Diana felt the heat there immediately.
“I will eat you then,” he murmured, as his head dipped between her legs.
Chapter Twenty-Six
When she woke again, she was alone. The only indication that she hadn’t been alone all along being the warm spot left beside her on the bed.
Rubbing her eyes, Diana sat up and looked around.
He’d left more food for her to finish and beside the food were her pants. They were dry now.
Slipping them over her legs, she realized there was something else there too. It looked like one of the little Mukkians’ robes. Lifting the garment, she realized it was a modified version of one of their robes. It was slightly bigger and looked like a hoodie.
Slipping it over her head, she looked down at herself. It would do.
There was also a clean towel. Lifting the “hoodie,” she wrapped the towel around her breasts to create a sort of bra. It was just enough support to go through the day. It would have to do.
As the hoodie settled back over her, she finally felt clothed…minus the panties.
There were even wooden slippers made from zehmip stalks.
Smiling, she shook her head.
It must have been Yce who had left the clothes out for her. He had probably organized it while she’d been sleeping.
He was thoughtful in a way she didn’t expect.
As she exited the little cave, she realized the suns were still up. All around her, the Mukkians were busy going about their daily activities.
In one corner, some were tanning what looked like sand-cat hides. In another, some were drying meat. Some were sharpening spears, and others were standing as lookouts along the perimeter wall.
But Yce was nowhere to be seen.
As she stepped out into the open, some of the little men glanced at her but she was mostly ignored. They were busy.
Where was he?
One of the little men atop a tower shouted something down at her, but she couldn’t understand him. He then beckoned with his spear, pointing outside the enclosure.
Ah. She got the hint.
Maybe he was telling her Yce was outside.
As she approached the large gates, they opened enough for her to step outside and she realized she was right.
Long, white hair glistened and spun in the air as Yce practiced with his blade. As she approached him, there was no indication he realized she was there. His intense focus was on twirling the blade.
“You are awake.” His voice felt like it caressed her mind when she came within a few feet of him. “How did you sleep?”
“Better
than I have in a while.” She could feel her body warm and it wasn’t the twin suns warming it.
He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. Small beads of sweat glistened on his chest and Diana found her eyes wandering.
“I am glad. You slept throughout the night.”
That made her eyes find his. “What?”
“You were very tired. That is why I did not wake you.”
“What do you mean by I slept throughout the night? You mean I was knocked out for a whole day?”
A twinkle passed through his white gaze. “Your body did go through a lot.” His voice was low and she knew exactly what he was referring to.
The heat she was feeling pooled in her cheeks.
Diverting the conversation, she looked down at her garments.
“Thank you for the clothes.”
“You are welcome.” As he spoke, he twirled the blade in his hands.
It was quiet out here. Almost serene. You wouldn’t believe that just behind them was a bustling settlement full of little beings.
“What are you doing out here anyway?”
He spun the blade again before planting it deep into the sand. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked down at her, not hiding that his eyes were roving over her appreciatively.
“I am not so sure now,” he answered after a few moments, his eyes narrowed as he looked at her. “Maybe I should have stayed in bed.”
Hiding her smile, Diana reached down and picked up his blade.
“How do you use this?”
She had never been attracted to weapons. She’d always liked the thrill of using her own body, her own strength, to take down her opponent.
Weapons, swords, and knives mainly, seemed so dangerous to be twirling around.
“You wish for me to teach you?” His eyes glowed for a second and Diana could feel his anticipation.
He was different today. More relaxed.
She liked it.
“Sure.” She turned the blade over in her hand and looked at it. It was sharp and the metal glistened in the sunlight. It was lighter than she’d thought it would be.
“It is. Its weight helps if you want speed and accuracy,” Yce said, moving to stand behind her.
Reaching around, he placed his hands over hers and began guiding her arms into different movements.