Page 71 of Resisting the Alien Rider

“Yes,” he said at once. Then, his voice going thick. “It was… very informative.”

Jesus fucking Christ. I’d bet it was.

Something told me that I should warn Oaken thathe might need to disinfect his data tab after letting Garrek borrow it.

“Well, tell me what you learned, then.”

Garrek’s throat contracted on a swallow. Powerful glee danced through me. It was enthralling to see him like this. I lowered one finger to the tip of his cock, smearing the gathered fluid there. His whole body vibrated.

“I learned,” he huffed on a hoarse breath, “about mating positions. And female erogenous zones. Like the clitohorses.”

Clito-what-now?

My finger paused in its languorous exploration of Garrek’s silken tip.

“Thewhat?”

“And your nip-holes.”

Oh God.

“Garrek, what in the holy hills of Terra are nip-holes?”

“The…” He was for a moment lost for words, as if contemplating the exotic reality of human nip-holes while I tickled the tip of his weeping cock was just too much for his virgin cowboy brain to handle. “The tips of your… Blast, I forget the human word. Your… teats…”

I have clitohorses, nip-holes, and teats now.

Learn something new every damn day.

“Are you talking about nipples, Garrek?”

I shrugged out of my jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind me. Then, I worked open the buttons of my pyjama top, until the slippery fabric wascompletely undone. I pulled the sides apart, letting Garrek see my bare breasts for the first time.

The look on his face was one I’d never fucking forget. It almost made the whole nip-holes debacle worth it. His eyes blazed, roaming over my exposed chest and belly. With a guttural sound, he gripped his cock in a murderous fist, squeezing tightly. More viscous fluid oozed from the tip.

I wanted to lick it.

And if that ardu bite had taught me anything, it was that life is short.

A girl had to seize the moment…

And the alien dick.

I slipped my shirt entirely off and then lowered myself on my knees, gently knocking Garrek’s death-grip-fist away from his shaft. The whirling tendril attached to the base went wild when I got near, undulating and poking at the air.

“None of that, now,” I told it firmly. “You just settle down.” I wagged my finger at it, and it promptly snapped its lithe, wiggly form around it, like a very weird, full-finger ring.

“Are you,” Garrek panted, “talking to my cock tail?”

“Somebody has to,” I told him as the cock tail pulsed around my finger. “That thing was going crazy!”

Garrek groaned. “Why am I not surprised? You talk to fabric animals. Why would you not also talk to my genitals?”

“Trust me,” I murmured, leaning closer so that I breathed my next words on his swollen skin, “I likeyour genitals way more than stuffed animals. Even your cock tail.”

Garrek looked like he was gearing up for more complaints. Luckily, I’d discovered the secret strategy to silencing grumpy Garrek.

That strategy was licking his big blue dick.

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