Page 39 of So I Married an Alien
“Roth’kar,” I murmur, getting his attention.I lean forward, changing my position on the couch so I’m on my knees in front of him.
“Mm, yes?”
“Can I put my mouth on you?”
His eyebrows rise high on his forehead.“Your mouth?On my culans?”
“Is that what they’re called?”
“Y-yes.”He’s watching me carefully.“Do whatever you like.”
Emboldened, I lower my head and lick the tip of one side.It spasms, so I repeat the motion with the other one, earning the same reaction.I resume stroking, but only at the base as I ease the tapered tip between my lips.
When I bring him into my mouth, Roth’kar lets out an unguarded groan.
“Shavek,” he mutters, which must be a Karthinian word that doesn’t translate.Perhaps a curse or a prayer.“That is incredible.”
I’ve barely begun.Thinking wicked thoughts, I keep him shallow for a few moments, sucking and circling with my tongue.Then, as he shivers under me, I sink his culans deep into my throat.I take it as far as I can, and I’m rewarded by Roth’kar’s hips bucking up off the couch.The ridges tickle as I swallow them up, then hollow my cheeks and suck as I pull him back out again.
“Oh, Amara.”When I look up, his culans still buried in my mouth, my alien is staring down at me with huge, black pupils.“That is exquisite.Is this… also kissing?”
I almost choke on his alien dick.Carefully, I slide him out from between my lips.
“This, my friend, is a blowjob.”
His culans flex in my hands, those soft teeth extending and shuddering.
“It is an incredible thing,” Roth’kar says, almost reverently.“Thisblowjob.”
“Do you not do this back home?”
“No.It is…” He tries to find the right words.“Ah, intercourse is perfunctory.It is not a dance, a tease, as this is.”
I think I understand.He’s never had a lot of foreplay and just dove right into the thick of things before.
“It’s an exploration, too,” I offer, still stroking him with a gentle, measured evenness.“A way for us to get to know each other better.”Already, spending all this time with his bizarre, wonderful cock has made me… thirsty.I have a craving between my thighs, imagining this inside me.What would it feel like when those two halves separated?What could they do?
“I would be getting to know you better if you weren’t wearing so many clothes,” Roth’kar says, a little hint of a smirk on his face.
“Then let me fix that.”I release him, and the two culans separate, waving in the air while I reach for the zipper on my skirt.Then I pull it down, and while I’m at it, I toss away my underwear, too.
Roth’kar’s gaze is pinned on me.“Now I would like to be the one to explore.”
I lean back on the couch arm as he crawls toward me.He takes my ankles in his lower hands, the upper ones roaming upward, to my calf and over my knee, then to my thighs.It’s amazing how he can be in so many places at once.
“I read about humans, as much as I could,” Roth’kar says, running his thumbs over the inside of my thigh.“But none of it compares to seeing you.”
I trimmed down my bush recently, wondering if we might get to this point, but I didn’t shave anything.Maybe I should have, knowing that Karthinians don’t have hair there like we do.
But, if anything, Roth’kar seems to find it interesting, skating one palm over my flank to the curly hair at the crux of my legs.He tangles his finger in it, studying it.Then he lowers that finger, trailing it down one of the lips of my pussy.
“Ah, there it is,” he says, and I wonder what he’s talking about for only a split second before he touches my clit.It’s a burst of sensation, wonderful and welcome.Roth’kar tilts his head.“The Fact Sheet was not incorrect about the clitoris, it seems.”He touches me a few more times experimentally.
Fact Sheet?I wish I’d gotten one of those.
“Try rubbing it,” I tell him, already growing desperate for more.So he does, keeping the pressure light, his eyes on my face as I gasp and shiver.It’s one thing to touch yourself, as I have been doing for the last few years, and another thing when it’s someone else.
“I need lubrication,” Roth’kar mutters.He looks down at his own groin, then whisks the tip of his finger through the pre-cum he’s been dripping for some time now.When he rubs me again, it’s wetter, and he glides back and forth like a dream.
