Page 69 of Alien's Luck
She leaned forward, running her tongue up the length of him. Taking all of him in her mouth would be daunting, but she’d try. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the leaking semen.
Salted caramel burst on her tongue. Pleasantly surprised, she opened wide to take as much as she could.
Ari growled in approval. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back until she was over his face. She rocked back. His centralspike hit her in just the right spot as she rubbed herself against him. She moaned around his dick as she ground herself on him.
Running her tongue up and down his ridges, Ari moved her again, this time directly over his mouth. His tongue lapped at the cotton of her panties. He tugged at the fabric, pushing it to the side to make room, and dove in. Strong fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place like there was even a remote chance she’d leave. No way. She forgot herself, and her breath caught as he feasted on her.
Her hand dug into the rumpled bed sheets, twisting the fabric as she rocked against him. Pleasure swept over her and then she was on her hands and knees.
Ari pressed against her from behind. “Let us remove these,” he said, his voice thick with desire, and pulled down her soaked panties. His large hand caressed her bottom, squeezing her cheeks in appreciation.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
“You’ll take all of me.”
“Yes, yes. Just, please, Ari. I need you.”
He leaned forward, his hand caressing her bottom, and whispered in her ear, “You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to have you.”
She shivered, loving the feel of him covering her.
“I will bite you. Mark you as mine.”
That was another thing the sex ed book warned her about. It wasn’t necessary, but part of the fun, apparently. Honestly, it sounded amazing. She said, “Yes. Mark me. I’m yours.”
“My good girl,” he purred. He stroked her folds, caressing and rubbing until she was riding his hands and crying for relief.
His tail wrapped around her leg and slid upward. The tip stroked between her cheeks, and she gasped. It pushed at her tight hole, and then she was filled with both his fingers and histail. Moaning in delight, she collapsed to her elbows, her ass in the air. She was stuffed and it was magnificent. Patiently, with the skill of a master, he worked her open.
“Ari, I’m ready,” she pleaded.
His response was guttural and suddenly, his hand was gone. Carla whimpered.
He pushed in, spreading her slowly. He was definitely bigger than the average human, and she might walk funny tomorrow, but she didn’t care. She ached in the most delicious way as her inner core stretched for her.
As he pulled back, his tail pushed in. Her eyes flew open wide. She could feel them both moving inside her. It was odd. Good but odd. Then, she felt the ridges as he pushed forward. Yes, they hit the right spots, just like she hoped. Yes, her toes were curling, and she might legitimately shred the bedsheet.
“My treasure,” he growled. His wings swept forward, brushing against her with each stroke. Every touch—tail, dick, or wings—sparked new ecstasy. It wasn’t just the physical—but seriously, amazing—it was because it was him. Ari. He saw her with all her flaws and called her a treasure.
Existence narrowed to the points their bodies touched, where they connected and moved. Their pants and moans were the only sounds in the universe, their hearts the rhythm guiding her. Pleasure spiraled, coiling tighter and tighter until she would burst.
A hand swept her hair to one side, exposing her neck. His mouth clamped down on the crook of her neck. The pain was sharp but fleeting. She cried out, bliss surging through her, unlocked by the bite.
She went still, panting as a tingly warmth flooded her. Above her, Ari shuddered, his cock swelling and his tail going deeper. She felt floaty and content. His wings beat against her. Once. Twice. And again. A new warmth flooded her.
Ari collapsed to the side and pulled her against him. “My treasure,” he whispered in a tender voice.
“Love you,” she whispered back.
The future was uncertain. She had zero worries. They were together. Everything else was just details.
EPILOGUE
CARLA
Poppy molted. Her deep scarlet scales fell out. The stubborn ones were plucked. It was pretty horrific, not that any of the medics asked for Carla's opinion. Just seeing her friend exposed and, well, pink, was disturbing. The new scales grew quickly but they required time to harden and darken. Poppy was still a vivid magenta when she woke.
