Page 113 of Alien God

Even on his cock.

I hadn’t seen it that night. Only felt the urgent press of it against my slick pussy. His fist had concealed the shaft.

Nothing concealed it now.

He had no pubic hair, just smooth skin, like bronze but cooler in tone, somewhere between copper and stone. He was fully erect, his cock both familiar and alien. It was vaguely human in shape, but huge, thick at the base and tapering smoothly to a wide, rounded point. There was no foreskin that I could see, and no distinct bulbous head, either, just that long, tapering rod, with two heavy, dark testicles beneath. Mouth dry, I traced the stars along his cock with my eyes, remembering the heated thrum of them under my fingertips and wondering if I’d feel those little vibrations inside myself.

No, I won’t. Because we’ve already established that he’s not going to fuck you like that.

But there my body went betraying me again. Because all I could think about was what he’d feel like inside me, stroking inside, throbbing, rutting...

“So. Um. How has all your business been going?” I said squeakily, trying to distract myself from sexual tension so thick it nearly strangled me.

“Slowly,” Wylfrael said, stepping into the bath and lowering himself onto a bench across from me. The bath had filled more, coming up to my hips, now. But he was so much bigger, his cock so long and hard, that it jutted out of the heated water.

“And yours?” he asked.

“Mine?” I asked, trying to retain at least some sense. But it was hard – hard to talk to him as if we weren’t both naked, as if his cock wasn’t calling to my body from across the water.

“Yes. The wedding planning,” he said. He stretched his arms back along the floor and gazed at me, the positioning of his body all arrogant power, thick thighs spread, cock ready.

He’s waiting for me to come to him.

I steeled my spine. I wouldn’t. At least, not yet. I could hold back. I could have some power here.

“It’s going well, thank you,” I said crisply. “Though I still don’t know when it’s actually happening.”

“It will be the day before the gathering of the gods. I want to marry you before I bring you before the other stone sky gods.”

“Oh. I see.” That was soon. The gathering of the gods was a week from now. Which meant we’d be getting married in only six days.

My throat bobbed. I’d known this was coming. But realizing just how quickly it was barrelling towards me was a shock.

Wylfrael didn’t look bothered by it at all. In fact, he’d just said he wanted to marry me before the gathering.

In six days, I’ll really be his wife.

“Alright, then. We’ll marry, then go to the gathering, then you’ll join the council, is that right?”

“Yes,” he said. His gaze dipped to my mouth, then to the breasts crushed beneath my arms. And, if I wasn’t mistaken, his cock visibly twitched. My pussy clenched in instantaneous reply, and I squeezed my thighs together.

I was losing my resolve already, like the hot water was melting it away. I gritted my teeth and girded my loins, forcing myself to focus on things other than how much I wanted to wade over to Wylfrael, straddle his hips, and slide down onto his massive cock.

“You haven’t told me why you want to join the council in the first place. Only that you need their assistance. What’s your end goal with all of this?”

Wylfrael hesitated, and I got the sense he was trying to decide just how much he wanted to tell me.

“I deserve to know the truth, Wylfrael. As your wife, I should know your reasons for joining the council.”

“I need to find Skalla.”

Skalla...

“Is that Lord Skallagrim? Aiko mentioned him.”

He sighed. “I should have known she would have.”

“It’s not her fault,” I said quickly, worried now that I’d just gotten her in trouble. “I was asking her a whole bunch of questions.”

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