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Amara arches her back when I do this, so I tug harder, tonguing the nipple and then releasing it before repeating with the other breast.
“Now you,” she manages between gasps.“Take off your shirt, Roth’kar.”
I comply right away, leaning back so I can shuck the shirt off onto the floor.Amara’s eyes take me in, roaming from my hip up to my shoulders, and then to my eyes.That broad smile I find so beautiful shines up at me.
“Damn, you’re a smokeshow.”As usual, I don’t know what it is, but by the way she says it while licking her lips, I think I have an idea.She strokes my upper arms, then slides her touch inward toward my belly button.She moves farther down, to the point at which the taper of my muscle disappears into my jeans.“What about these?”
Now is the moment.Perhaps I should prepare her for what she’s about to see.
“You know that I am…” I clear my throat, not sure how to introduce this subject.“Different, yes?”
She cocks her head.“I mean, no offense, but you are an alien.”
I nod agreeably.“And we are sexually compatible,” I remind her.“But it may not look like what you’re accustomed to.”
“Okay, now you’re freaking me out.”Amara chuckles nervously.“What is it?I have to see.”
I reach for the button of the jeans, hoping that she does not change her mind.Once I take them off, my culans are pushing eagerly at the confines of my human underwear—a mystifying additional layer of clothing.Amara watches raptly as I hook a finger in the band and pull them down, letting myself free.
She gasps sharply and covers her mouth as they appear.I try to keep my own anxiety at bay as my culans clasp together, the soft teeth intertwined.
“Holy shit,” Amara says, her eyes huge.“You weren’t kidding.”
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At first,it’s hard to tell what I’m looking at.Roth’kar certainly does not have a human penis, I can say that much.It appears to be more like two penises clasped together with ridges, where the ridges interlock to form a single shaft.When Roth’kar inhales a deep breath, they suddenly part, revealing that they are, in fact, two halves of a single whole.They curl back like a maw opening, waving in the air before they close and lock together again.
I have never, ever seen anything like it.It is distinctly alien, distinctly strange—and utterly compelling.How does it work?What would it feel like?
“Do you want to stop?”Roth’kar asks, his cheeks now an even darker, ruddier purple.“If you are not ready?—”
“No, no.”I wave my hands.“It’s okay.I’m just surprised.You’re right, it’s very different.”
The alien penis is definitely erect, and as the two halves squeeze together, the tines along the edges protrude.Those can’t possibly be sharp—they look soft and rounded, and I wonder what texture they are.
“Can I touch it?”I ask, peering up into Roth’kar’s blue eyes.He’s staring back at me, his expression the picture of discomfort.
“S-sure.If you want to.”
I have no idea what to expect as I stroke the left side with just two fingers, testing the surface.It’s soft, with loose skin that moves up and down much like a foreskin.The two halves part at my touch and curl toward me, seeking more.I trace a finger over the ridges that run along the edge of each one, and they’re perfectly pliable, soft to the touch and made of flesh like the rest of him.
A shiver ripples through me, wondering what they would feel like.
Roth’kar grips the back of the couch as the two halves come together again.With care and gentleness, I wrap my hand around both, squeezing ever so slightly, and he groans.
“Is that… good?”I stroke up and then down again.The ridges extend outward under my hand, creating a bumpy texture.
“Oh yes,” Roth’kar answers quickly.“That’s wonderful.”
I notice at the tips of each half are slits—dual urethras, how interesting—and pre-cum is already gathering there.I wonder what sort of anatomy a female Karthinian has.
And I wonder if Karthinians enjoy blowjobs, too.
I lick my lips as I stroke him a hair faster, letting my hand drag from the tapered heads all the way down to the root.Underneath hangs a pair of surprisingly human-looking balls, but lacking any hair there the way a human would have.In fact, his whole crotch is hairless, and it’s yet another interesting difference between us.
Roth’kar’s head drifts back, his spine arching as I really get into the rhythm.Two of his hands are curled into fists, while the other two grab onto whatever they can.
