Page 92 of Wanted By the Alien Warden

But, really, it did not take so much time at all. Even with the intoxicating novelty of what was happening, I felt that she was already becoming so entirely known to me. With every swipe of my tongue, every glide of my lips, I learned. Like she was a map I could memorize, I devoted myself to the terrain of her pleasure.

“Oh, Tenn, I think…” Her fingers clawed at my scalp. “I’m coming!”

I came, too. Not fully, but enough that it would have embarrassed me if I had not been so brutally aroused by her. I ignored my own spasming cock, focusing entirely on the keening moans coming from her mouth, the quivering of her muscles, the new gush of wetness against my face.

I sucked it down like a starving man.

“Let me… Let me, for you… I want to…” She writhed in my grip until I finally, regretfully released her. She shimmied down, kneeling between my legs, her fingers falling to the strained fasteners at my crotch.

Maybe this really was a dream. It had to be. Never could I have in my waking life deserved to see Tasha like this. Naked and kneeling, her slender fingers so devoted to freeing my cock. The slight pressure of her touch there was nearly enough to make me come again. I was still hard, my cock throbbing terribly, as if it were a wound that needed healing.

Much like I’d done with her hair pins, she worked the fasteners one by one, until they were pulled apart and my cock was free. I wondered, my chest heaving, if she’d stroke me again, like she had that day before we’d come here.

But she didn’t. She drew herself up higher on her knees, adjusting her position until…

Until the slickness of her cunt pressed down upon my tip.

“Blazes, Tasha,” I swore, my hips already surging hungrily up to meet her. She sank down, and I lost myself to the magma squeeze of her insides. My cock tail went wild, snapping like a feral thing.

Moaning, Tasha reached for it, offering it her finger to entwine with. It wrapped fully around her finger at the same moment that she drove her sweet body further down onto my cock.

“God,” she groaned, rocking her hips, sliding just a little further down, “you’re so big.”

“And you’re so beautiful,” I choked out. I gripped the curve of her hip, obsessed with the way my purple fingers sank slightly into her flesh.

“Tenn,” she cried, “I can’t get all of you in me!”

“You don’t have to,” I promised. Even like this, even with only half my shaft encased in her milking heat, I was about to come again. “You’re perfect. You’re doing such a good job for me.”

Whimpering, she began to bounce on her knees. Her slick inner walls clamped around me, squeezing, sucking me from the inside, until there was nothing I could do but explode. My cock gave a great throb, then spewed.

“Oh! Oh! There… I… Again!” Tasha gasped between frantic spasms of her hips. And she spasmed inside, too, convulsing around my twitching, coming cock. I held her there as she fell apart in her pleasure, grinding through my orgasm, keeping our bodies connected for as long as I possibly could.

I’d waited so long for this moment.

I would not let it end too quickly now.

Even if we still had hundreds of these moments ahead of us.

A whole lifetime of them.

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TASHA

“Are you sure your arm is feeling good enough to do that?” I asked Tenn dubiously as he leaned over his work, painstakingly inspecting his stitching.

“Of course,” he scoffed. “It’s been fine for days.”

“If you say so.” I sat down on the bed in Warden Hallum’s spare room. The bed we’d been sharing ever since Tenn woke up five days ago.

“Try this on,” he said, putting down the sewing needle and thrusting the white fabric at me. “I want to see how it fits.”

“You’ve got all my measurements in that big head of yours, don’t you?” I teased, taking the garment from him.

Teasing aside, I couldn’t wait to try it on.

It was my wedding dress.

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