Page 80 of Exiles on Earth
His scales turn all kinds of rosy shades. Is that from the heat in the shower, or from thinking it’s me looking at him?
I shift my legs to close tight on the throb rocking through me at the expression on his face. His eyes widen even more and his lips part, that fantastically strong tongue peeking out briefly. A pleasant shiver goes down my back as if his fingers were trailing down my spine, my skin pebbling, super sensitive.
“Do you want me to touch them?” he asks, words coming through the device in his growly voice, pitched just right to send waves down my spine.
“Yes!” I say, but I don’t think he hears me. He doesn’t move, watching the camera. I find a little picture of an arrowand jiggle it up and down a few times, like I’m nodding. Will he understand?
Pulling his lip through his teeth, his huge hand wraps around his cock. Wait. Cocks, plural, one stacked on top of the other. He has a girthy cock, the shaft ridged at intervals like a pagoda, and the second standing straight out to attention. I don’t know how to zoom in to see details, but both are massive monsters.
And the Planet of the Pirate Prince series has totally ruined me, because my fingers zip straight to my tingling clit thinking of those huge, thick shafts slipping deeper and deeper inside me. I can imagine Ilia holding me, talking me through it, telling me how good I’m taking him. He’d absolutely lead me through the experience, and I want that more than anything.
Warm water cocoons me, the same water which runs in rivulets trickling down the planes of his hard chest and enormous shoulders, but the tiles under my ass are nothing like his scales. His can shift, becoming soft and soothing or rigid and protective when needed. Imagining him sitting here, with me astride him facing away, leaning my back against his chest, my core ripples with pleasure. He would lower me slowly, carefully, on that monster cock. And what of the smaller one? It seems to be attached to his fist somehow.
“El-len!” Ilia’s voice is a cracked groan as he falls to his knees. Did I hear that right?
A rope of cum flies wide, silver-cream in color, and a moan slips free from me. He came with my name on his lips. My fingers press and stir my sensitive clit, sparking a cascade of warm shivers through my body. I gasp, trying to hold still as my own touch makes my legs twitch uncontrollably, my thighs clenching as I ride the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had alone.
“Ilia,” I gasp, his name ringing around the room. I slap my hand over my mouth. Oh my word, I’ve watched him in theshowers and then got off watching him get off. And he’d said my name!
Wait, did I really hear that right? I could be mistaken.
He’s still on his knees, panting, staring up at the camera. How do I get this thing to let me talk to him? I press buttons, but it changes to a different view. “No, drat, put it back how it was.” Me and technology don’t mix well, especially when I’m frustrated. And wet; maybe I shouldn’t have a computer in the bath. By the time I mash enough buttons to click back, he’s gone.
I slide the pad to the floor next to me, staring up at the gemstones in the ceiling. The room swims around me, so foreign and different. I’m on a completely new planet, but I can’t forget myself, nor what Ilia said he wants.
He wants a mate here. He said so.
Even though he jerked off with my name on his lips? Surely that’s not good advertisement for attracting another female. Unless… maybe El-len means something else in his language. Perhaps he said something else, and I want so badly to imagine he might want to be with me that I made it up.
Pressing my palms to my eyes, I breathe through my constricting chest, the pain ratcheting up the more I think about it. He told me goodbye on the alien ship, told me he hoped I’d find a mate, and left me. I shouldn’t have been watching him in the shower, that’s a gross betrayal. If I respect his choice, all I can do is help him as much as possible.
Even if it’s breaking my heart.
TWENTY-FOUR
ILIA
My hearts thunderas if I’m landing on uncharted territory. This is a completely new experience for me, wanting to perform for her, feeling wanton. I run my hands down over the muscles of my stomach and the hard edges of my hips, washing the soap away to reveal my cocks between my thick thighs.
I have a vestigial cock in the front with a sucker on top, the better to latch onto a mate and fuel her pleasure as we copulate. My larger cock already weeps with precum, stiff and straight at the idea of El-len viewing me, watching me move and flex for her.
How I want to see her, watch the effect I’m having on her! Instead, all I have is the camera lens. It twists, focusing on my cocks laid bare for her. I set my arms up either side of the stall and spread my legs wide, as if I’m pushing it apart. It tenses all my muscles, putting me on full display.
I imagine her with me, exploring me from this position. I’d stay still as she touched me at leisure, helpless to resist and ready to obey her every whim as she claims me as her own.
I bite my lip to stop myself from coming then and there, andwatch through a steamy haze as the camera pans up to my face, then back down to my cocks.
“Do you want me to touch them?” I ask in Earth speak, a growl to my words. I’m barely hanging on to sentience as mating urges swell up inside me, demanding release.
The camera lifts up, then down, then up again. An Earth nod.
“Very well.” Taking my larger cock in hand, I stroke it up and down. At the base, I can barely get my long fingers around it, the shaft thick all the way up to the flared head, ridged with harder scales. My secondary cock sucks onto my fingers, pulling at my scales insistently as if to peel them off, looking for my mate.
I tip my head back, letting the water drench down my neck and crawl down my chest. Hopefully I glisten, my scales a relaxed and happy silver-umber.
I want her in front of me, whether watching with interest and fingering herself, bringing herself to completion—making herself come—or willing to join in. I’d take her hips and place her atop my cock, quivering with anticipation until she gives me the final word and lets me sheathe myself in her, again, and again, and again.
I go further and faster than I’d ever gone before, groaning as pleasure pulses through me. Cum shoots free from my fist, painting the cubicle. All I can think about is her as I slide to my knees.
