Page 37 of Alien Desire
“This is informative, Emma,” he tells me, “but how do you humans mate?”
“If humans want to make children. Then sperm from the penis must be released into the vagina.” I sound like a science teacher. It’s not exactly dirty talk.
“Sperm is seed?” he asks me.
“Yes, but … Tor, it is like the kissing. There are many things we can do … other than making children.”
“Gryton only do this to create new life.”
“You don’t do it for pleasure?”
“No.”
I don’t believe that it won’t bring him pleasure. No one could enjoy kissing as much as he does, could suck on my tits like he just has, and not enjoy what we are about to try.
“Do you pleasure yourselves then? I mean, when you are alone?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Take off your clothes, Alpha,” I tell him.
He bristles under the order but does as I say, stripping off first his top. I can see how well his wound has healed, barely a blemish remaining where his flesh was mangled. Then he removes his trousers, loosening the waist band and rolling the tight material down over his hips and revealing a deep V of muscle below his rows of abdominals. I hold my breath in anticipation but my view is blocked as he leans forward to tug his trousers down his thick thighs and toned calves.
I knew he was large and powerful but as he rolls up to stand, I appreciate just how strong he is, all raging muscle, toned to perfection. And between his legs stands perfection itself. Hard and curved, promising me everything I am desperate for.
His sex is similar to that of a human penis, although much larger than any I’ve seen on film, in pictures or via accidental glimpses in shared changing rooms. The head is bulbous and reminds me of the petals of a flower and below it the shaft is ringed with ridges not dissimilar to the ones that line his face.
Like the rest of him his hardness swarms with colour, although they are the darkest I have seen here, deep blues and reds and purples. It is swollen and hungry looking and despite its intimidating size I want it inside me.
He watches me examining him. I want to tell him that his cock is beautiful but I’m not sure it is the right word.
“You’ve never been with anyone,” I say, “but you must make yourself come.” I search for a better phrase, the one he’d use. “How do you release your seed?”
“I have never released my seed. Why would I if not to impregnate an Omega?”
“Because it feels good. Like kissing.”
Colours rush across his chest. “I want to kiss you now.”
“Where?” I ask him, breathless, my cunt throbbing. I am amazed at my own ability to hold this conversation. My body is a wet puddle of need and my head so foggy every thought is an effort.
He growls low before he answers, setting shivers racing across my skin. Stalking towards me, he pushes me backwards and kneels between my legs, taking a thigh in each of his hands.
“Here. I want to kiss you here.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
Nobody has ever done this to me before, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since he started kissing me with those plump lips and that skilled tongue.
More wetness flows from me and before I have time to comprehend what’s happening, he leans down and swipes along my seam with his tongue, scooping up the slick and making me jolt.
“Hmmm,” he murmurs against me, the vibration intense, “delicious.”
He does it a second time, deeper and more deliberate, sweeping straight from my anus over my entrance, between my lips and to my clit. As he hits it I shudder and moan, the feeling electric, and he looks up at me from between my legs, his golden eyes glittering, and kisses my nub. Gentle little pecks at first, a fleeting tease each time that has me pleading for more. Then the kisses grow stronger, sloppier, and he sucks me into his mouth. I scream as my body tenses and I fist the sheets.
I was already so close to the brink before he started and now I’m right there at the summit. He groans into me and circles my clit with his tongue, then flicks at it and I tumble right over the edge into an ocean of ecstasy. I haven’t come this hard for years. Maybe ever.
Wave after wave crashes through my body beginning at my core and sailing right to my toes and my fingers, and my body tosses and tumbles in the surf, anchored only by the strong grip of his hands.
