Page 48 of Savage Temptation
“Use me however you need.”
Straddling Atticus, I look down at his alien form, feeling powerful. He’s gorgeous in the skin, as it uses his own features but enhances them with what can only be described as really high definition filters.
“You’re so fucking hot,”he rasps, his hands finding my breasts.
Instead of thinking of the mechanics of how this all works—the headset, a pair of gloves, fake horns—I allow myself to be deceived. Which isn’t too hard with the quality that’s been put into the device.
He teases my nipples, setting my body ablaze with heat. I rub my slick seam along his shaft, enjoying his lusty alien moans as they escape his throat.
Then, I grab onto his horns and align his cock with my core. With his hands on my hips, he breaches me, hissing his pleasures as I work my way down his shaft.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,”he grinds.
“I am a princess,” I giggle back.
Everything about what we’re doing is wild. I’m literally bracing myself against an alien’s horns so I can ride him as he growls alien grunts beneath me.
It’s too much, and my body responds obscenely to the foreign nature of the coupling, escalating quickly and turning my blood molten. His nubby fingers rubbing against my clit only make matters worse, and before I know it, I’m writhing atop Alien-Atticus, screaming curses that have never once made it past my lips.
Warmth invades my core as Atticus grunts his own release, filling me with its alien seed.
Yeah—I’m really fucking into this role-playing thing.
“Shit,”Alien-Atticus rasps. “That was fucking intense.”
“I…I can’t feel my limbs.” My voice is shaky and uneven.
The world goes dark, and a moment later, the headset is removed and I look down at Atticus wearing a ridiculous set of horns and textured gloves.
“Let me see your tongue!”
He pokes it out and I see that it’s normal.
“It looked forked?”
“That was all the e-skin.”
We laugh, and it strikes me how natural this feels.
I pull off his lap as he takes off the props he wore for the alien sexcapade.
He grins. “That was out of this world.”
“How long have you been holding that in?”
“It just came to me.”
I giggle. “So, did you think up that scenario?”
“Me? No. That was all Style-Mates. If you’d like, I can put you in touch with them and you can give them a thorough review. Tell them if there are any areas of improvement.”
“No, that’s alright. They obviously know what they’re doing.”
“They poached some of the top game designers to work on the world-building, and intend to have stories to accompany it.”
“That’s impressive…and quite possibly addicting. You realize there will be people that won’t be able to get off normally after fucking in your alien world, right?”
“Better than heroin, I guess.”
