Page 23 of My Big Fat Fake Alien

"Maybe," he purrs, crawling on top of me. His scaled body presses against mine, the coolness of his skin sending shivers through me. His weight pins me to the bed, and I can feel the hard length of him against my thigh. "Maybe I should let you out… if only to test my skills against yours with more restraint."

The idea of him restraining me with something less advanced, something more… personal, sends a jolt of heat straight to my core. I bite my lip, trying to hide the way my body responds to him.

"You could take this off," I say, twisting around enough to show him my bound wrists. My voice is steady, but there’s abreathless edge to it that I can’t quite hide. "Or you could take off my clothes instead."

Kirk’s eyes darken, his sunset orange gaze locking onto mine. His clawed fingers trail down my side, and I shiver under his touch. "Such a tempting offer," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "But I think I like you just where you are. Vulnerable. At my mercy."

"You’re such a sadist," I mutter, but there’s no real bite to my words. My heart races as he leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Only for you," he whispers, his warm breath sending a wave of heat through me. His tongue flicks out, tasting my skin, and I arch against him, the friction sending sparks through my body.

I should hate this. I should be fighting him, screaming, demanding he let me go. But instead, I’m melting into him, my body betraying me at every turn. My hips grind against his, seeking more of that delicious friction, and a low moan escapes me.

"Still mocking my bondage skills?" he teases, his clawed hand sliding up my thigh and under the edge of my hoodie.

"Yes," I gasp, my voice shaky. "This… this is cheating, remember?"

"Cheating?" He chuckles, the sound sending vibrations through me. "Or just… making sure you can’t run away this time?"

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, despite the heat pooling in my core. "You’re a torturer," I mutter, my breath hitching as his fingers skim the edge of my panties.

"And yet," he says, his voice a low rumble, "you’re not exactly trying to get away, are you?"

He’s right. I’m not. I’m already lost in him, in the way he makes me feel, in the way he’s breaking down all the walls I’ve built around myself. But I’m not ready to admit it—not yet.

I’m still writhing against the restraints, my body trembling, when Kirk’s scaled hands slide down my sides. His claws are gentle, but the sensation is electric, sending shivers through me. I watch as he lowers himself between my legs, his golden eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath hitch.

“What are you—?” I start to ask, but the words die in my throat as his tongue flicks out, long and prehensile, brushing against my inner thigh. My back arches as the textured ridges of his tongue drag against my skin, teasing me in ways I’ve never imagined.

“Relax, little bird,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “Let me take care of you.”

His tongue moves higher, and I gasp as it finds my clit, the ridges sending jolts of pleasure through me. My hips buck against his mouth, but his hands hold me steady, his strength overwhelming. I’ve never felt anything like this—his tongue is everywhere at once, teasing, licking, probing with a skill that leaves me trembling.

“Oh my God,” I moan, my voice trembling as pleasure coils tight in my core. My wrists twist in the restraints, but there’s no escape, not that I want one. Every flick of his tongue pushes me closer to the edge, and I’m helpless to do anything but ride the wave of sensation.

Kirk growls against me, the vibrations sending me spiraling higher. His tongue delves deeper, exploring me in ways no human ever could, and I’m lost in the sensations, my moans echoing through the room.

“Kirk,” I gasp, my voice breaking as pleasure crashes over me. My body convulses, and I scream as I come, my hips bucking against his mouth. But he doesn’t stop, his tongue relentless as he pushes me through the first orgasm and straight into a second.

My vision whites out as I squirt, the force of it taking my breath away. Kirk doesn’t flinch, his tongue lapping at me as I writhe against the bed, my body shaking with the intensity of it. He doesn’t stop, each stroke of his tongue sending me higher, until I’m trembling with overstimulation, my body too sensitive to take anymore.

Finally, he pulls back, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction. My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath, my body still trembling from the aftershocks.

“Still mocking my skills?” he teases, his voice low and rough.

I groan, my cheeks flushing as I try to catch my breath. “You’re… cheating,” I manage, my voice shaky.

Kirk laughs, the sound deep and resonant. “Maybe,” he says, his claws trailing up my side. “But you didn’t seem to mind.”

Before I can respond, his hands are on my hoodie, lifting it up. I tense for a moment, but he’s gentle, his claws careful as he flips it up, revealing my face.

“Oh, come on, Raven,” he says, his voice amused. “I know it’s you. Of course, I recognized your scent right away. I had my suspicions you were the mysterious Nightbird.”

I sigh, relief washing over me. The hoodie was sweaty after all those orgasms, and I’m suddenly glad he’s not pulling it off completely.

“Well, I had my suspicions you were the mysterious lizard boy,” I say, my voice shaky but defiant. “Now that you’ve caught the legendary Nightbird, what are you going to do with her?”

Kirk shrugs his scaled shoulders, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Keep her all night and see how many times I can make her squirt,” he says.

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