Page 38 of Reluctantly Abducted
As I continue to stroke him, I notice something else, a growing dampness that's too slick, too abundant to be just pre-come. There's a sweet, slightly spicy scent rising from him now, subtle but unmistakable.
"Are you... producing something?" I ask, fascinated.
His skin flashes with embarrassment, but he nods. "Natural lubricant," he explains breathlessly. "For... breeding purposes."
I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of his clothes, curious. My fingertips meet slick, warm fluid that's indeed startlingly sweet-smelling. It coats my fingers as I explore him, the texture silky and slightly viscous.
"Fuck, that's hot," I tell him honestly, bringing my fingers to my lips and tasting the substance before I can overthink it. The flavor matches the scent, sweet with an exotic spice note I can't place. "You taste amazing."
I release his hands, wanting to touch him everywhere at once. To my satisfaction, he keeps them above his head, surrendering completely to the pleasure I'm giving him. I slide down his body, trailing kisses over his chest, his stomach, stopping just above where my hand is working him.
I can smell his arousal now, that sweet-spicy scent growing stronger as more of the natural lubricant seeps through the fabric. Unable to resist, I press my face against him, inhaling deeply, then run my tongue along the length of him through the thin fabric.
The effect is immediate and dramatic. His hips jerk upward, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat as the most intense wave of light yet flares beneath his skin. It's so bright I have to squint, casting the entire room in brilliant blue.
"Fuck," I breathe against him. "You're incredible."
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his clothes, looking up at him for permission. He nods frantically, lifting his hips to help as I slide the fabric down and off.
His cock springs free, and I suck in a breath at the sight of it. It's beautiful, blue-tinted like the rest of him but darker at the tip, with subtle ridges along the underside that I can already imagine how they'd feel. Despite his smaller frame, he's impressively endowed, which sends a thrill through me. Most striking, though, is the natural lubricant coating it, making it glisten in the light emanating from his skin. The substance seems to be secreting from his palms as well, his hands now coated with the sweet-smelling fluid.
"Fuck, look at you," I murmur, wrapping my hand around him, feeling the silky-slick fluid coat my palm. "So fucking perfect."
He makes a strangled sound as my hand slides along his length, the natural lubricant making the movement effortlessly smooth. His hips buck up into my touch, seeking more.
"Oh," he gasps, his eyes wide with shock. "That's—I can't—"
His words cut off as his body convulses beneath me. I can feel him pulsing in my hand, the natural lubricant now flowing freely as he reaches his climax. The light beneath his skin is almost painfully bright, pulsing in rapid waves that gradually slow as his orgasm subsides.
I move back up his body, claiming his mouth in a deep kiss as he trembles through the aftershocks. To my surprise, I can feel him still hard in my hand, seemingly undiminished by his orgasm.
"You're still—" I begin, pulling back to look at him in amazement.
"Yes," he says, voice unsteady but eyes clear. "Nereidan physiology allows for multiple... peaks... in rapid succession, particularly during first experiences with a partner."
"Jesus fucking Christ," I breathe, my already hard cock throbbing painfully against the confines of my underwear. "That's... that's incredible."
"Is it not the same for humans?" he asks, genuine scientific curiosity momentarily overriding his desire.
"Not for most men," I tell him, rocking my hips against his to remind him of more pressing matters. "We typically need some recovery time."
"How interesting," he murmurs, and I can practically see him filing this information away for future reference. "A significant physiological difference that—"
I silence him with a kiss, not in the mood for a comparative anatomy lesson. "Less talking," I suggest against his lips. "More feeling."
He responds immediately, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. There's a new urgency to his movements, a confidence that wasn't there before. His slick palms slide down my chest, leaving trails of the sweet-scented lubricant on my skin. The sensation is oddly arousing, warm and tingling wherever it touches.
"Take these off," he says, tugging at my clothes with newfound assertiveness. "I want to see all of you."
I comply eagerly, shucking off the last barrier between us. His eyes widen slightly as he takes me in, his gaze lingering on my cock with unmistakable appreciation.
"You are... proportionally larger than I anticipated," he observes, his scientific tone at odds with the hunger in his eyes.
I laugh. "Thanks, I think." I move back over him, positioning myself between his legs. "Though I'm not the only one with surprising proportions."
Now fully naked, our bodies press together in all the ways we've been craving. The feeling of skin against skin, his slick heat against mine, is almost overwhelming. I establish a steady rhythm, rocking against him, our cocks sliding together with delicious friction eased by his natural lubrication.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," I groan, bracing myself on my forearms to look down at him. "The way you feel against me... so fucking good."
