Page 11 of Taken By the Alien Merking

The second orgasm hit her hard and fast, the intensity of it almost too much to bear. Brooke cried out, her body arching off the ground as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.

As the aftershocks subsided, Zetron made his way back up her body, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “You are divine,” he said.

Brooke smiled, her heart beating a rhythm of contentment.

She was a boneless glob of jelly in the aftermath of her orgasms.

Perhaps this unexpected connection with Zetron could indeed work in her favor. It was a dangerous gamble, but one she was willing to take if it meant securing a future for Earth and her sisters.

For now, she would allow herself this moment of respite, this interlude of passion with a being who was as enigmatic as he was alluring.

“Brooke,” Zetron began. “There is something you must know about my kind.”

She paused, her hand stilling on his skin. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath her palm. “Among the Quxoni, mating is… different. Females only seek union when they are fertile, and it is a time that comes once every ten of our years.”

Brooke’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of understanding dawning within her. “So you’ve never… ?”

Zetron shook his head. “I have not desired offspring, and I have remained… untouched.”

A surge of desire pulsed through Brooke at his confession. The thought of being the first—and possibly the only—to explore the depths of his alien passion was intoxicating. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

His breath hitched as she kissed her way down his body, her hands deftly working at the fastenings of his garments. Brooke’s heart raced with the knowledge that she was about to uncover a part of him that no one else had ever seen. It was a revelation that was both thrilling and humbling.

Zetron’s member sprang free, large and throbbing, the color a deeper shade of his already vibrant scales. It was both familiar and alien, and Brooke found herself captivated by the sight of it. She wrapped her hand around the base, feeling the heat of him pulsing against her palm.

“Brooke,” Zetron gasped, his body tensing as she stroked him.

“Shh,” she soothed, her tongue darting out to taste the salty essence of his skin. “Just feel.”

She took him into her mouth, her lips sealing around his girth as she slid down his length. Zetron’s groan echoed off the cave walls, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that spurred Brooke on. She worked him with her mouth and hand, her movements deliberate and sure, exploring every inch of him.

Zetron’s reactions were a symphony of sensation, his body arching into her touch, his breathing growing ragged as she pushed him closer to the edge. Brooke reveled in the power she held over him, the way she made this mighty alien tremble with need.

“I… I cannot last,” Zetron warned, his voice strained.

Brooke merely hummed in response, the vibration sending him over the precipice. With a final, desperate cry, Zetron’s release came, his seed spilling into her mouth in hot, pulsing waves. She swallowed it down, savoring the taste of him.

As the aftershocks subsided, Zetron looked down at her, his eyes wide with wonder. “That was… incredible,” he breathed.

Brooke smiled up at him, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and affection. “I’m glad I could be your first.”

Zetron reached down, pulling her up to lie beside him. He wrapped his arms around her, his body still trembling slightly from the force of his orgasm. “You have opened my eyes to a world of pleasure I never knew existed,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Brooke nestled against him. She knew that their situation was complicated. But at that moment, none of that mattered. All that existed was the two of them, their bodies entwined in the warmth of their shared discovery.

Brooke’s heart fluttered as Zetron’s eyes soon roved over her, hunger burning bright within their depths. She felt the heat of his gaze, stoking the embers of her desire once more. The alien’s confession of his inexperience both humbled and excited her. Thepower she held at that moment was intoxicating, a heady wine making her feel bold and daring.

“Zetron,” she began, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart, “human females are different. We crave pleasure, often and intensely. Our bodies are capable of experiencing mind-shattering orgasms, and we are fertile once a month, not once a decade.”

A low growl rumbled in Zetron’s chest, his scales shimmering with arousal. “I want to give you this pleasure,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Brooke’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him—powerful, commanding, yet vulnerable in his innocence. She nodded, her body aching for his touch once more, her core throbbing with anticipation.

With a grace that belied his size, Zetron positioned himself on the ground, his impressive member standing proudly against his abdomen. “Climb onto me, Brooke,” he commanded, his eyes dark with need. “I want to feel you close, to touch you as we join.”

Brooke’s pulse raced as she complied, her thighs bracketing his hips as she lowered herself onto his lap. The heat of his skin against hers was exquisite, a searing brand that marked her as his. She felt the blunt tip of his cock nudging against her entrance, the sensation sending shivers of delight coursing through her veins.

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