Page 72 of Resisting the Alien Rider

I traced his tip, tasting the alien, masculine salt of him, revelling in the molten silk that was his skin. He swore, his hips canting upwards as the tip of my tongue probed the little slit at the top. I explored and licked and sucked, finding thick veins to follow all the way down to that heavy, swollen mound beneath his shaft and back up again.

By the time I took him in my mouth and started jerking him with my hand, his body was as taut as leather stretched on a frame. His breath came in little spastic hisses, his hips writhing, his cock tail squeezing. Despite stripping out of my jacket and shirt, my whole body felt feverish, my clit on fire, my thighs squeezing around nothing.

“Magnolia –ungh!”

I gasped as I was roughly shoved off of Garrek’s cock. At the same moment, a hot jet of fluid spurted across my chin and cheek.

“You didn’t have to push me back,” I told him, panting, my sex clenching at the thought of Garrek letting loose in my mouth.

He looked stunned, like a shuldu had just kicked him in the head.

“Oh,” he said at length. His cock gave another spasm, another shivery explosion of fluid. “You’d bealright… With my seed in your mouth?”

“I’d be alright with itanywhere.”

“Blast.” Yet more of the stuff dribbled from his still-stiff cock at my words. Half to prove my point, and half to see just how crazy I could make him, I lowered myself once again, took his drenched tip into my mouth, and gently suckled.

His shaft twitched and swelled once more. The flesh of his thighs quivered with tension. His hands found their way to my hair, tentative at first, and then firm. Possessive.

I moaned around his dick. As fun as it was to torture him like this, I wasn’t going to last much longer. I felt so empty inside that I could have cried.

At that moment, I felt the tickle of something sliding over my hip and then into the hem of my pants. Garrek’s tail – his big one, not the one squeezing my finger like it was trying to milk it – was hooking itself into the silk. One sharp tug, and my ass was exposed. I froze, trembling, as the tip of that tail brushed the skin of my cheeks…

And then moved inward to the slick heat of my pulsing core.

Garrek seemed to stop breathing when his tail began to push inside.

I moaned again, my body already spasming to take him deeper. His tail wasn’t as big as a cock, but it was certainly thicker than a finger. It slid and stretched until I was dripping, useless on my knees, my mouth slack around Garrek’s engorged organ.

The world tilted, whirled, and suddenly I was flaton my back, Garrek guiding my head carefully against the floorboards. His tail had never left me, and he kneeled between my legs, hands on my thighs, watching with vicious white eyes as his tail slowly thrusted in and out of me.

Inside, his tail swirled and curled, prodding and stroking with more prehensile flexibility than a finger or a cock could hope to be capable of. The only other thing that might be able to mimic movement like that would be a tongue, but a tongue would never be able to get as deep as Garrek’s tail right now. I whimpered and arched, my flesh constricting on him, already so close to coming.

“You’re squeezing me,” he said with a strained sort of wonder. His rough palms skimmed up my hips, pausing at my waist before sliding up to cover my breasts. My nipples, already firm from the cool air and sensitive from arousal, puckered beneath the rasping touch of his callouses. My spine prickled, my skin sang. Garrek’s chest heaved, his cock jutting and wet.

He kept slowly fucking into me with his tail as he lowered himself down to me. His mouth found the side of my throat and gave a greedy suck. My hands flew to his shoulders, my fingernails trying and failing to dig into his tough hide.

“You smell so good. Feel so good,” Garrek choked out. “Want to taste you everywhere.”

His mouth made good on his words, leaving a hot, sucking trail down to my collarbones. He moved one of his hands, baring my left breast, and gave a muted growl at the sight of my taut nipple.

His mouth closed over it. I felt the strength of that greedy suck all the way down to my clit. My skin was aglow with the force of his white gaze as he stared up at my face, sucking, sucking, sucking, until I was pleading. Pleading for what, I didn’t fucking know.

Garrek released my nipple with a slick popping sound.

“You never need to beg me for anything, Magnolia.” It was a stoic, sacred vow. “Never.”

And then his mouth was lower, his nose probing the curls between my legs. His firm, slick tongue found my clit so fucking fast that I silently promised never to get mad about him mispronouncing it again. He made a savage sound, the sound of a starving man, as he devoured my swollen, tingling nub.

His eyes were still on me, bright as stars between my legs as he sucked my clit and fucked me with his tail. He was watching my face, taking note of every gasp, every mewling moan.

When I came, the split-second before my head thrashed back and my eyes crashed closed, I saw the dark triumph on his face. The potent, possessive power there.

My body was still squeezing, still wracked by incredible pleasure when Garrek snatched his tail from me and rose unsteadily up on his knees once more. He guided his tip to my sopping entrance, before stopping in place to glance at my face, as if to make sure it were alright.

It was alright. I couldn’t imagine anything more right than this. Garrek between my soaking thighs,holding his own desire in his fist as he waited to bury it inside me.

“Yes,” I told him, nodding, the back of my head bumping the wood floor. “I want you, Garrek.”

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