Page 34 of Alien's Challenge
Pussy? Very, very good.
Faris
His mate’s taste flooded his mouth. He worked his tongue, licking and sucking until she reached a climax. It was a glorious thing to watch.
His cock throbbed.
“The bed. Now,” he commanded.
“How do you want me?” Alice asked.
“Hands and knees.” He did not know how humans usually mated, but this was the typical position for the Nakkoni who had to navigate tails.
He ran an appreciative hand over the curve of her ass. Her body was soft and generous here. She was soft everywhere.
He spread her cheek, exposing the silky pink flesh of her sex. He ran a finger over her folds, enjoying her shivering response. Warmth enveloped his finger as he pushed in. She was a marvel, moaning for him and pleading for more.
Faris, please.
“You are luscious,” he said, leaning over her to take his position. He licked the shell of her ear. Human ears were much larger than Nakkoni but so much more sensitive. He rather liked them.
Now, Faris.
He pushed into her. The heat of her made him gasp. Tight and eager, she rocked back to meet his thrusts. One hand rested on her hip, the other tangled into her still -damp hair.
They moved together, bodies acting on instinct even as they fumbled over their differences. Those were minor details. Alice fit him like they had been made for each other, Nakkoni and human. Softness to his harshness. Laughter to his sulking silences.
Alice trembled and quaked. He could watch this again and again, the give of her flesh against his, the beige against his scarlet, and the way her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned so beautifully.
His mate. He couldn’t let her return to Earth, not now. Not when his twin hearts beat for her.
Alice cried out underneath him, collapsing until her arms rested on the bed.
His climax sent bright and sparkling shivers throughout his body, emptying his seed inside her.
He stilled, his cock expanding as the petals unfurled.
“What is that?” Alice gasped, which quickly turned into a moan.
“My petals.” He drew back, one petal slipping out.
She reached for it, running her hand over the length. The outside was smooth, but the inner flesh had suction cups designed to hold onto the female. He moaned as she stroked him, rocking his hips forward.
“Is this a tentacle? I saw your dick. It wasn’t a tentacle.”
“It is my petal. The stem expands into three. The inner flesh—”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she gasped. The petal rubbed against her clit, sucking and pulling the sensitive nub.
He complied, rocking into her. The two petals inside her channel expanded until he could hardly move. Her core squeezed him, sending unimaginable pleasure through him. She gave a throaty moan, and he felt the raw ecstasy of it coiling around himself.
He released again, planting more seed deep inside her. Perhaps one would take. He knew that the drugs used in a stasis pod adversely affected fertility until they left the body, but he hoped for a hatchling.
They collapsed next to each other on the bed.
She raised herself on her elbows and examined his petals. She ran a finger down the inside flesh, gliding over the suckers.
He shivered, then moved her finger to the less sensitive seam where the petals joined. “You are insatiable,” he said.
