How Not to Date an Alien (7 page)

Then, before he could say or do anything else, Kilana twisted around, reached up, gripped his face, and pulled his mouth down to hers. “Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, her tongue seeking and demanding entrance.

He resisted, but only for a moment, before he allowed her inside and began to lightly stroke her tongue with his forked one.

“Lemons,” she broke off to whisper against his full lips as her hands tangled in the hair that fell around his face. “You taste like lemons and vanilla.”

Then she was turning her whole body, straddling his waist and devouring his mouth once again. The hunter had become the prey in her mind, and she had a lot of tension to make up for. Her tongue darted around his spiked teeth, testing the sharpness before running along the soft palate of the roof of his mouth. He grumbled something, and then she felt herself being lifted.

The water cascaded down her body as she opened her eyes to see that she and Valan were floating now, hovering above her tub and deftly moving toward her bed.

His hair now enveloped her, holding her steady as his hands began to dance around her body, plucking at her nipples, running along the delicate skin of her sides. One mischievous tendril spanked her ass sharply once before caressing the full, soft flesh.

“You are ready,” he declared as he dropped her, wet, slick, and shiny, onto her bed. Before she could respond, he was there, in her face, his tongue lapping around her chin. “You want this.” His words were a statement of fact she could not deny. “You want me fully now. I can smell you. You are ready.”

He loomed over her, on his knees, his hair waving madly behind him, his breath rasping in his chest. She moaned as his licking tongue, those teasing lips, traveled over her collarbone, causing shivers to travel to her belly and her clit to tighten in response.

Her hands lifted and ran through his hair, feeling the living strands of it wrap around her inquisitive fingers.

“Ready,” she replied, her legs spreading wide and wrapping around his waist.

He felt so good between her legs, so solid and warm. He was a presence that engaged her senses, and the fact that he delighted in touching her, in pleasing her, made the fantasy almost too good to be real.

But it was real. She could feel reality in the nipping teeth that left tiny little red patches on her chest, on the slit tongue that laved then surrounded and tugged at first one turgid nipple, then the lonely partner. She could smell his lemon and vanilla as he moaned at the taste of her.

“So delicious,” he gasped. “So perfectly seasoned, Kilana. Sex and heat, anger and fire, passion and pleasure, such wondrous pleasure.”

His breath brushed against her skin, setting off explosions in her nerve endings as his hair ran over her body, encasing her in a cocoon of its own making.

“Valan,” she breathed as his hand began to knead her breasts while his head traveled lower to lap teasingly at her navel. “God, Valan!”

“So sweet,” he replied, rubbing his face along her belly, looking up at her with those wide, innocent black eyes. “You are so ready.”

His fingers curled, and those long talons raked gently along her sides, teasing gooseflesh to the surface of her skin, making her body writhe and her hips arch helplessly.

It was a conscious decision for her to spread her legs. It was her admitting that she wanted this, and that nothing would stop it from happening. She had the power, she knew, finally. She understood that in his own way, this crazy alien had been courting her, seducing her, trying to bring about this very situation. And now she surrendered, leaving herself in the keeping of his alien hands.

“Yes,” he repeated, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. “Let me.”

She moaned, spreading her legs to their furthest extent and relaxing back into the pillows and blankets that cradled her. His hands caressed the skin of her inner thighs, spreading them just a little bit further as he sat back to observe everything she had to offer. She grinned, knowing that he would not find her lacking, especially after all the time he’d spent trying to get her flavor right.

“You like?” she had to ask.

“This sight almost caused me to take you prematurely the first time,” he explained, his voice breathless as he pulled his lips back and nearly snarled. “And now this sight makes me grateful that I was born a male, and that I am here to appreciate this. You are sheer perfection, Kilana. It makes me so proud to be the first to come here.

Had I not acted when I did, this delightful view could have been granted to some undeserving human. And you deserve nothing but the best, Kilana.”

His honest words caused a blush to spread across her face. But there was no mistaking the delight he had caused. She could feel her liquid reaction dripping down to her ass and making the sheets beneath her wet.

“So bountiful,” he moaned, leaning down to inhale her scent. “The smell of Halifa blossoms, the beauty of your dark skin, the way your inner walls yield to pink so prettily. It will be an honor to feast upon you.”

He licked his lips, each fork of his split tongue curling a bit, and then he lunged.

Kilana screamed at the first caress of his tongue against her clit. The heat of him, the feel of that velvet flesh, his moans of hunger. Then he was slurping her, drinking down her essence as his split tongue encircled her clitoris, tugging and working it as he applied an intense suction.

“Please!” She could feel her whole pussy on fire! The muscles were tightening, her clit was burning, her thighs were shaking, and he had only just begun. “Oh, oh, oh!”

“So delicious.” He was growling as he shook his face from side to side, his soft skin abrading the overly sensitive flesh of her sex.

She looked down to see him, eyes closed, hands gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise, hair flowing wildly around him, and she wanted to scream in her passion. He looked so damn hot! And when he opened his eyes to stare into hers, her whole world tilted on its axis.

He began to play, to run those vibrating fingers along the lips of her labia, petting the swollen flesh and bringing the tension in her body to a higher level.

“All for me,” he muttered, sucking her down as if she were the last liquid on earth and he was dying of thirst. “All of this is for me.”

He slid his fingers deep inside, and Kilana could only scream as the powerful vibrations made her body bounce in his grasp. Her head again whipped from side to side.

“Coming! Coming! Oh, God, Valan! I’m coming!”

Her body heaved, her clit stiffened in its fleshly prison, and her hips strained upwards. Her toes curled as she felt the first wave of heat pass over her. He moaned even harder and withdrew his tongue from her clit.

“From the source,” he growled, and then he moved lower, his nose teasing her abandoned clitoris while his tongue sank deep within her.

White lights flashed before her eyes as that wicked tongue began to vibrate. She dug her nails into the sheets, trying to get purchase as her orgasm continued unabated.

Now Valan was moaning like a whore, his whole body quivering as he drank and drank and drank. Kilana shrieked as she felt herself peak again, and for a woman who was never multi-orgasmic, that was saying something about his skill with his tongue. Her hands were reaching, grabbing onto his hair, tugging and pulling as the strands wrapped around her hands, holding them, calming her and caressing her skin at the same time.

Even now, Valan sought to comfort her, even in the maelstrom of her unending release. Finally her poor, sated body could do no more. It shut down so rapidly, she never even realized that she was passing out. Her last sight was of him, her alien, looming over her, his face shiny with her juices, his fangs parted in a smile of unbelievable beauty and contentment.

“I’m just a notch on your intergalactic belt, and I don’t really care.” And she didn’t. Tangled up in Valan’s hair in a debauched sprawl across her bed, Kilana had never been happier.

“That was just oral,” Valan purred, reaching up from his position between her legs and petting her belly. “You taste divine.”

“Just oral.” Kilana nodded, her breathing still sounding like a bellows, though she was beginning to calm down. “Right.”

“I have achieved my goal,” he reported, looking up at her from between her legs with those deep black eyes. “And I find myself strangely unsatisfied.”

“I’m fine,” Kilana chortled. “Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever been finer.”

But then a little guilt seemed to settle in. He had, after all, brought her all of this delicious pleasure, and she had given him nothing in return. “Maybe I can help?” Being a selfish lover was something that Kilana had never been accused of before, and she didn’t want to start with that reputation now.

“I would very much like to enter you, Kilana,” he began tentatively. “But I am unsure as to how your body will react to mine.”

“You aren’t diseased, are you?” she asked, not really thinking it was true, but there was something to be said for safety first.

“No.” He shook his head. “Physiology wise, we are compatible to each other.

There is nothing in my biological make up that will harm you in any way.”

“Can you get me pregnant?” Well, she had to ask, and it had been a long time since she’d been on the pill…

“Only if it is a shared need,” he assured her. “If that was the case, the receptors in your hormones and pheromones would send signals to my meeprat. In that instance, my meeprat would allow the mingling of fluids in what you would deem my testicles, though mine are internal, and they would began the process of creating spermatozoa. It would require several sessions of deep release within your body to convince your uterus to accept my spermatozoa as a welcomed and treasured part of me and not a hostile infection or invader. Then once the preparation of your uterus was assured, I would proceed to go through the Ceremony of Fertilization which would require no less than seventeen ejaculations on my part, something that is different than a mere release. And I would have to stay conjoined with you for at least five of your earth days.

During that time, my closest kin and family, being my shared womb mate Vanta, would feed and fan us and ensure that we do not become dehydrated, which is as dangerous to my people as it is to yours. After witnessing the Ceremony of Fertilization, Vanta, as next closest kin — parental components almost never take part in the ceremony — would do a victory dance before the elders, welcoming the new life. And in a relatively short amount of time, one of your earth years, our child would grow and develop until it was ready to descend… Kilana?”

Kilana’s eyes had glazed over after the first few sentences of his lecture on alien biology. And now she was so glad that having children had never even factored into her life. A whole year pregnant? What were these aliens related to, elephants?

Five straight days of sex? His brother witnessing it? A naked dance before the elders? These people were insane!

“You don’t want children, do you?” she managed to squeak out of her shock-frozen throat.

“Not for many earth years,” he assured her. “And then only after a lot of consideration and planning.”

“Good,” she moaned in relief. “But we are still using condoms.”

“What is condom?” he asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy.

“It is a latex sheath that goes over the penis to prevent pregnancy.”

“Why do you not just wish for pregnancy?” he asked, seriously confused. “If the mind is not ready, the body will not follow.”

“Doesn’t work that way with humans. Sometimes pregnancy just happens as a repercussion of sex.”

“Wow,” he breathed, rising up to loom over her, his hair flowing down around them, wrapping around her body and creating an enclosed space where only the two of them existed. “Humans are — what’s the word? Oh, yes. Freaks.”

“Hey!”

“Pregnancy just happens as a repercussion of sex? What happens if someone does not wish to be pregnant?”

“There are choices,” she muttered, thinking that maybe his biological system of checks and balances was better than what her fellow humans had.

“I don’t wish to know,” he interrupted her. “That is not part of my issue with intercourse with you.”

“Then what is?”

“I don’t wish to harm you.”

“Your penis has spikes or spines or some other nasty little surprise that will hurt me?”

“Well —” He settled himself comfortably on his knees above her. “It is my kigth, my rings.”

He hefted the large yet flaccid penis in question and tapped on one of the several rings that encircled the head.

“They expand or something?”

“No, they vibrate.”

That caught her attention big time.

At her spike of desire, Valan inhaled and looked down, smelling her enhanced arousal.

“Vibrate?” she asked, urging him to speak more only if by sheer force of her curiosity. “You don’t say? Go on.”

“Although I am built for pleasure and have the ability to adjust my length and width to fulfill the needs of my partner, I am leery to try this on a human. I have never had intercourse with a human being before, and there is no documentation to aid in the matter.”

“Adapt to fit…”

“Yes.” He shook his head. “When I reach optimal size and girth, my penis will quit expanding, and then my rings will vibrate to set a harmonious resonance within you. Then and only then can the true sex act begin.”

Kilana was almost drooling at the thought. He would fit her perfectly, his body would be in tune to hers perfectly, and then the real sex would begin?

She hoped she had some condoms big enough to fit him. The whole alien sex experience had to be — well, experienced — first hand!

“And the problem is?”

“I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“How about,” she began, feeling her slick liquid response to his body. Her words slipped from her in a heated rush. “How about you let me tell you when I am in pain?

Will that work?”

“I-I believe,” he stuttered, but he was obviously distracted. His eyes kept going to the spot between her legs, and he was licking his lips again like a starving man.