Page 47 of Savage Temptation
My legs obey him as he forces them wider. His alien fingers part my folds and he studies me like it’s the first time he’s ever seen a pussy, which blows my damn mind because it’s so freaking real.
And I have to admit, it’s cute that Atticus is so in character, and it makes me want to be more playful.
“How much fuel do you think it will buy me?”
“Fuel?” the alien sneers. “If I give the beautiful princess fuel, she will leave. So no fuel. Princess is mine now.”
The ‘alien’ presses its face between my thighs and licks up my seam. It’s so erotic, my body bucks upward in response.
Fuck—he’s good…
Even if he wasn’t good, this would still be amazing!
He inserts a thick, textured finger into my channel as he licks and laps my intimate flesh. My body shudders a response, jerking and shaking as he delivers masterful strokes up my wet cunt.
I reach down to pull him closer, but my hands hit something bumpy.
What the fuck?
After a little investigating, I discover that those horns he has protruding from his head are fucking real. Atticus Savage has real fucking horns on his head as he’s eating me out.
And it fucking does it for me.
I amdone. Tendrils of pleasure rush from my core, making my back arch as stars to rain from the alien sky.
I ride the high of a powerful orgasm, amazed by how expertly Atticus milks pleasure from me.
And when I’m finally done, and my body stills, I break out into laughter.
Atticus retracts, wearing a smile on his alien lips. “Who knew you had an alien kink?”
His voice is still modified, which sends me into another fit of giggles.
“Oh, this can hardly be called a kink. It was…different.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt you come so hard before.”
“Well, I’ve never had textured dildo fingers fucking me as you ate me out. And those horns—holy Jesus.”
“Yeah, Style-Mates really outdid themselves.”
“Can I fuck you like this?”
“We’d have to be careful.”
“Can I ride you?”
“How could I say no to that?”
We switch spots, and he assists me with climbing onto his body, because even though the playground is seamless and detects and accounts for obstacles, I’m still scared of moving around.
Alien-Atticus looks like a god sitting on a rock throne, his body perfectly sculpted, and while it’s easy to attribute that to the programmed skin, I know that the real Atticus is just as well crafted.
His cock is…different. Still phallic, but the skin makes it shiny. I long to take him into my mouth, but I worry about the very expensive headset I’m wearing.
“Are you comfortable?” Alien-Atticus asks.
“No…but it’s a good discomfort that I aim to rectify.”
