Page 24 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

Like they were just a dream, Adeema and Kass disappear after lending their proximity so they could all finally have a real climax. Talk about MVPs. Maybe I should reward them with a blowjob. If my jaw isn’t dislocated after all that, anyway. You think there’s any nutrition in alien jizz? Would be a pretty sweet set up if there was.

Owiin is ready to take advantage of his new freedoms, eager to come again. He slides my slick sex over him, pushing and pulling me back and forth until I'm able to set my own rhythm. With each slide forward, my clit is hitting him deliciously, and warmth begins to build in my spine as I frenzy on top of him.

“There you go, take what you need, my mate. Use my body. Fates, this is the sexiest thing I've ever been a part of or witnessed in my life.” He continues to praise me, encouraging me, guiding me, until I can't hold it off anymore and my whole body seizes up. The orgasm hits me like a base jumper on a cliff face, annihilating every part of my body.

I clench down on him, wishing he was also filling me up, but loving how it feels to at least have this part of him against me as he throws his head back and douses me in his hot spend, making me tingle even more.

Aftershocks get me pretty good, making me fall off the side of him because the stimulation is just too much.

The room around us comes back in stages, my vision clearing as exhaustion runs rampant through my body. Somehow, I don't think sleeping will be a problem now.

“Are you well, my mate? Do you require aught?”

“Holy fuckingshit. That's not normal.”

He sighs pleasantly, making me feel incredibly clingy when he begins to sit up and move away from me. At my protests, he reassures me with a wicked smile that says he knows exactly what my O face looks like, and then he rearranges us so I'm full on sitting on his face. He uses a nearby pillowcase to wipe the majority of himself off my skin, then centers my sex over his mouth.

He's... licking me clean. Damnit. There’s nothing at all I can complain about here, is there?

His tongue spears inside of me, scooping out the rest of my release that was working its way down, enjoying every bit of it, going by the noises he's making. Again, the noises. I'm not sure if I've ever been with somebody that's this vocal in bed, but if you ever find me complaining about it, I've likely been body snatched.

I don't even feel self-conscious perched up here like I am, because his insane neck muscles are proof he can handle this. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if this is the exact reason his neck muscles look like that. Maybe Violetians have just evolved to give superior head to their mates. Wow, I think I'm getting dumber by the second.

When I start to sag against the headboard, he gentles his motions a little, avoiding my clit until he’s satisfied with his efforts. I can at least pretend we've gotten away with nobody else knowing about what we're up to, and hopefully things won't be awkward later considering how little we actually know each other.

“You should rest. If we are going to plan an escape, being well rested is important. You sure you support this decision? Your wants are more important than ours in this choice.”

“Don't let them cut off my titties,” I say sleepily. “These are my crown jewels.”

“May I... feel them?”

“I hardly think it's necessary to ask permission after you just had your tongue shoved up my cunt but go for it.”

He gently rolls me to my back so he can explore, palming my breasts with his over large hands and audibly getting aroused again by doing so. “Yes, these must stay.”

“Glad we're on the same page here.” I let my eyes drift shut, curling up against him as his arms wrap around me, relaxing into the comfort of him.

Sleep overtakes me quickly, and I'm so relaxed that when an air siren starts blaring shortly after, I'm so startled out of sleep that I'm dizzy when I spring up in alarm.

Adeema

I have to read the announcement several times before its meaning sinks in.

The kruul’s triad and their mate have been overthrown by a cricka, which is sort of like the alligators down on earth, except they’re bipedal, can talk, and they're about three times bigger. Capable of intelligent thought, they're not only colonizers, but known for forcing their captives to perform for them incessantly until they collapse. At which point they are usually eaten.

By them, of course.

Owiin comes barging in the door carrying our mate, and we all fall into emergency protocol. We don't need to communicate what needs to be done, we simply follow behind Owiin into thehidden door each residence unit is equipped with, dropping into an escape pod.

We’re in, buckled, and departing before the danger gets too close to us, but I don't think any of us actually breathe until the space station is far in the distance and we're able to cloak ourselves.

“What the actual fuck is happening?”

Now that we can no longer be tracked, I’m able to hold my mate and assure myself that she is safe. I embrace her immediately, relief filling me that we got her out in time. “Change of leadership on the space station,” I offer. “It would have been too dangerous to stay.” Our escape pod isn't much more than a vaguely oval-shaped vehicle with only the barest of necessities.

A closet of a facility room for processing and destroying the waste our bodies might emit, emergency food rations to last us a week, a small computer system, and a bed to lay comfortably in while traveling.

“I must be cursed. That's what's happening, isn't it? Somebody cursed me on earth, and I've brought that bad luck up here with me. If I had known, I might have tried to spare you. I bet you it was that barista at the corner coffee shop. I swear to you she purposely messed up my order, so I’d be inconvenienced and have to go back in in order to get it fixed. She always had this stink eye thing going on when I walked in.”

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