Page 45 of Alien's Luck
“My dassa, my fluids, might have unexpected consequences.”
“Okay, do you mean saliva or semen? Because one of those ships has sailed.”
“My seed. It triggers a response in female Khargals to aid in conception. I do not know what it can do to you.”
She groaned and tossed herself back onto the mattress. Cockblocked by his cock. Awesome.
The responsible thing to do would be to wait until she had a clear head and found a solution. Space condoms or something. The irresponsible, impulsive part of her was wound up and needed that gargoyle dick. Bad.
“Do you have condoms or is there something else we can do?” she asked.
“There are other activities we can enjoy.” The mattress dipped as Ari climbed on.
He stretched out next to her, his hand caressed in her stomach. His tail went to the apex of her thighs, stroking her. Her hips rose, wanting more. Tails were good. Very good.
“Can you take my tail? I think you can.”
ARI
Carla shivered at his words. “Yes. Yes, I can.”
Ari rolled onto his back and spread his legs far enough apart to let his tail rise between his thighs. The tip still glistened with her arousal. “Are you certain?”
To answer, she straddled his lap and pushed him flat against the bed. Entranced, Ari watched as Carla took his tail in hand, stroking down the length.
She lined the tail to her entrance and gave a moan as it entered her. Slowly, she sank down, taking him measure by breathtaking measure.
She leaned back, hands resting on his thighs. The fabric of the gown obscured his view. Growling in frustration, Ari pushed the fabric up with one hand, finally giving him the best view of her riding his tail. Each surge upward met with a groan -inducing descent.
The tail undulated, the length flexing and pushing deeper.
Her eyes flew open wide, and her mouth went round. A cry of surprise escaped her. It was glorious. She was glorious.
“That’s my good girl,” Ari said, placing a hand over her mouth. His tail continued to move inside her as he spoke. It felt odd to use the human word, but her cheeks flushed a delightful pink when he called her a good girl. “I do not want you to come yet. Can you wait for me?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can. It’s…you’re…” She gasped, moaning into his hand.
Ari pulled her down, holding her against his chest, and claimed her mouth. His cock, stiff and aching for attention, wedged between them. His tail worked in and out, pushing deeper and undulating until she moaned against his lips. He swallowed her pleasure, drinking down the precious sound without hesitation, and craved more. Always more. She was an elixir, revitalizing him. Remaking him.
She rocked back, meeting the thrust of his tail and rubbing his cock with her stomach. The exquisite weight of her nearly had him undone.
Her body tensed and her lips parted as she panted, barely moving. “It’s too much. I can’t,” she pleaded.
“You can. You will,” he ordered.
He guided her hand to his leaking cock. Without prompting, she stroked him from crown to base. She trembled as his tail pumped into her. Her hips bucked. He raised his hips, seeking friction. He thrust up, matching the rhythm with his tail. Pleasure surged down his spine, tightening at the base of his tail and spreading throughout him.
She shook and gasped like a bolt of sensation struck. He followed, allowing himself to release and spill between them. His tail slowed, letting her ride out her climax. Finally, panting and her eyes drowsy, she collapsed against him.
Perfection.
CHAPTER 13
ARI
Carla slumbered next to him, her body warm and inviting. The ambient lights embedded in the wall were set low, casting a soft blue glow on her features. Even in this light, there was no mistaking her for a Khargal. She was different from him. He knew that, but he hadn’t truly appreciated what it meant to hold a being with soft skin who lacked a crown, wings, and a tail. Every part of her was meant to be touched.
Adored.
