Page 67 of Wanted By the Alien Warden

“Just… don’t run.”

What the hell? What kind of thing was that to say right before I got my first eyeful of Zabrian dick? At least I’d already seen the diagram from the others. I was prepared.

Except, I wasn’t. Not really. When Tenn released the two sides of his trousers and his thick cock jutted forward, I was fairly certain I felt my soul leave my body for a second.

Beautiful. Alien. Terrifying. Massive. Purple.

Adjectives pounded through my brain in time with my stuttering heartrate. Tenn’s hands gripped the log on either side of his hips, his claws digging into the bark. He gritted his fangs and stared up at the sky.

I stared at his cock.

Holy Terra.

The girls hadn’t exaggerated the girth of Zabrian anatomy. I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to get my fist around the base of Tenn’s shaft. It was heavy, hard, and tapered to a smooth, bruise-coloured tip. My tongue was dry against the roof of my mouth as my eyes traced the matrix of swollen veins thatthrobbed all over his shaft. Beneath the shaft was a round sack, so dark purple it was nearly black.

“Where’s the – oh! There it is!”

I spied the infamous cock tail, only right now, it was more like a cock ring. A tendril of purple flesh wrapped tightly around the base of Tenn’s dick.

“Are you,” Tenn rasped, “getting what you need?”

Getting what I needed? Um, no. Unfortunately, what it felt like I needed right now was to shed my pyjama pants, straddle his hips, and see just how far I could bounce on that dick.

But that would be insane. Not to mention hypocritical. Last night, I’d been the one to say that a second kiss was a bad idea. I couldn’t now tell him that I really needed to mount him. For science.

“You can touch it…”

I jolted, dragging my eyes up to his face. He was looking at me now, his chin angled down towards his chest, his eyes feverish white slits.

“If it’s useful,” he tacked on the end.

That would be extremely useful. Useful to my own sense of perversion, that is. I couldn’t even pretend it would be for research now.

“Is that… Is that alright, though?” I asked. “Do you want that?”

“Yes.” The fearsome hiss of his response went straight to my clit. “Please, Tasha.”

Please. Please?! The man had not said please to me once so far!

Maybe he realized that fact. He gave a scraping sort of laugh.

“How does it feel,” he murmured, “to be the only one in this world capable of making a Zabrian warden beg?”

He was begging me.

I was dying to touch you.

And now, I was the one dying to touch him. I knew I should stop this. Stop this now.

Instead, I raised my shaking hand.

At once, his cock tail was unspooling, a writhing, tiny tail of flesh that secured itself tightly around my middle finger. Tenn groaned deeply when that happened, and a bead of moisture appeared at his tip.

“Oh. Wow,” I breathed. I shuffled closer on my knees, squeezing my thighs together. “What does this… Um, what is the cock tail for?”

“Zabrian females,” he panted, “have one internally. They entwine together… Inside…”

I used my other hand to gently pet the cock tail where it was wrapped around my finger. The cock tail squeezed, and Tenn’s entire shaft visibly jerked. Clearly, this was an immensely erogenous zone.

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