How Not to Date an Alien (8 page)

“Say yes,” she urged, spreading her legs wider. She was not above using everything in the seduction arsenal to pull this man in, and she was going to use the most overt tactics to get the job done.

“Yes,” he breathed.

Finally she was seeing a reaction out of him, and he was letting his passions go.

As she watched, his cock elongated, swelling and widening until it seemed like he was growing a third leg. Her eyes widened in horror, and he tilted his head to the side before his cock began to shrink.

“Too much?” he asked, and she nodded mutely.

He grinned again, and then held up two fingers in front of his face.

“You can easily take this much.” He nodded, then added a third finger. “You can take this much as well.”

He looked down at his cock, and the damn thing resized again, slimming a bit and losing the frightening thickness and that fear-inspiring length. He stopped when his cock was about nine inches long and a few inches wide.

“Acceptable?” he asked and again she nodded. “Then I may proceed?”

“Please do, but go easy,” she chided him. “I’m still sensitive from your feasting.”

“Worth it,” he shot back. “I am sure you would agree.”

He had her there. So she sat back and waited. He did not disappoint.

He naturally started between her spread thighs with mouth and tongue, moaning at the hot gush of liquid response that he lapped up like a contented cat. “So delicious.” He buried his face deep inside her, his nose teasing her clit as he lapped at the swollen opening to her body. “I could live right here.”

Kilana gasped her approval, tangling her hand in his hair, now used to the fact that his hair wrapped around her fingers in return.

He stayed there for only a short time, though, thoroughly testing her again and refamiliarizing himself with her most private place before he began to lick his way up.

He teased her clit with his vibrating finger before he wrapped both forks of his tongue around it and tugged. Kilana hissed and spread her legs wider, her hands sliding down his back as he moved upwards.

He stroked her belly and rubbed his face against it, looking up at her with excited black eyes. She smiled at him and bared her teeth, and a shudder went through him. “I love the way you respond to me,” he murmured, placing one last tiny kiss on her stomach before moving upwards again.

He started with her breasts this time and spent several almost painful moments nipping and licking at them, using his split tongue to its best advantage to tug at her nipples and sensitive, nerve-rich skin. Kilana gasped and arched into his touch, her own hands exploring the taut muscles of his back. She tugged his hair gently away from his skin and set out on her own little trek of his body.

His muscles bulged beneath the too-soft-to-be-believed skin. She could feel them move and adjust as he changed position on top of her. He felt different that the human men she had been with, as if the muscles were denser and in strange places, but all the same she delighted in the feel of them under his skin.

She slid her hand down and finally gripped that delicious round ass of his. He gave a small moan, and Kilana felt him press his hard length against her thigh. She teasingly lifted and pressed with her thigh, feeling a small spurt of vibration shake his cock before it swelled a bit more.

It too was covered in softer than down skin, though the firmness beneath was reminiscent of her favorite vibrator. There was some give there, but not as much as a human cock. He would be harder inside her, stiffer, and maybe last longer after she orgasmed.

Kilana just loved the feeling of being stuffed after orgasm. That little erotic pain did something to her brain, though most men could not stay hard long enough after ejaculation to totally satisfy that kink. They got too sensitive or they had to pull out to keep the condom on, but they never stayed inside long enough for her liking.

She had a feeling Valan would be different.

But she pulled her attention back to his ass again, squeezing and palming the round globes of hard flesh. He lifted his head and grinned at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I like that,” he informed her before dragging his face against her right breast as if scent-marking her. “I like that a lot, Kilana. Do it some more, please?”

Never one to ignore a sexual request, Kilana went to town, rubbing and stroking, parting his cheeks and caressing each one individually. His whole body shuddered, and he pressed harder against her thigh and arched his ass up as if requesting more.

Shrugging, she ran her fingers over the sensitive cleft between his cheeks and watched as his whole body glowed silver for a second before he growled.

“Again!” he ordered, and she repeated her actions, rubbing harder but finding no winking hole for her to caress. Instead there was just more soft, sensitive skin to explore.

Thinking of his alien anatomy lesson, she shrugged her shoulders, lifted her hand and popped his ass a good one.

“Oh!” he gasped, arching up higher in a clear demand for more.

So she popped him again and again, hitting him hard enough to draw the blood to the surface of his skin but not hard enough to harm. His arm wrapped around her, gripping her tightly as he buried his face in her neck.

“That feels so wonderful,” he moaned, wiggling his ass more. “I have not had the pleasure of a katatin since my sibling convinced me to try male Kisats years ago. I forgot how much I loved this feeling,”

Kilana had no idea what a katatin or a Kisat was, so she applied her hand with greater fervor, squeezing and rubbing his warming flesh after each slap. Valan moaned again, just once more, before he pulled himself up and slammed his mouth over hers.

Her squeak of surprise was swallowed by his kiss as he rammed his tongue between her lips. He moaned slightly as he took this chance to search her mouth with his unique tongue. She could taste herself there, her heat and the salt of her skin; it was all there to be savored within his mouth.

His tongue gently wrapped around hers after running along her teeth. He shifted so that his thick cock now rested on the heat between her legs, and he slowly sucked her tongue into his mouth.

Kilana wrapped her hands in his hair, rubbing and tugging as fire flowed up and down her spine. Her stomach had that peculiar feeling, that ache of growing desire, and her whole body began to quiver in anticipation.

She was about to get fucked good and proper with a vibrating dick, and those thoughts alone made her pussy spasm in delight.

He pulled away after a moment of this and slid a hand down between their bodies.

“I must prepare you,” he offered, sending his vibrating finger along her clit and the swollen lips of her labia. He pressed gently, and Kilana let out a small scream, her thighs trembling and her toes curling as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her response was liquid as her lubricating fluids ran freely over his fingers, soaking his hand, his trailing tendrils of hair, and the sheets below.

“Valan,” she groaned, closing her eyes against such intense pleasure.

“So very wet,” he muttered against her lips as her hands trailed up his back to dig into his skin. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he gripped his cock and positioned himself at her opening.

“Let me know if this hurts,” he whispered against her lips and began to very gently push inside.

“Sweet Jesus!” Kilana gasped, her eyes popping open as the soft-hard meat of him began to spread her wide as he forged a way inside of her. First the rounded tip slid past her labia and entered her, sizzling her nerve endings with his taut, blunt heat.

She moaned as his slim hips shifted between her legs and the first of his rings entered.

She jumped at the shock of pleasure. There was a slight sting, but his teasing finger returned to her clit, and she was gasping, arching up against that digit as he attempted to stuff more of his cock inside her. But he was taking it slow, moving at a snail’s pace inside her, letting her feel every inch as it pressed deep within her.

She got the same reaction out of the second and third rings, a pained shock of ecstasy followed by more of his soothing soft flesh as her juices flowed freely, easing his way inside.

It was a torture that she could quite easily become addicted to.

She let her head fall back and moaned her pleasure, her fingers digging into his arms, braced on either side of her as his hair gently ran over her, holding her hips up at the right angle, forcing her to take more.

“Valan!” she muttered, her head rolling back and forth on the pillows, her eyes closed as his name rolled from her mouth. “Yes, God, yes!”

Finally, after what seemed like a small, pleasurable eternity, the soft skin of his pelvis was pressed flush against hers. He could go no further. She had taken the whole of his alien cock and was filled to capacity.

“You took it all,” he breathed against her ear before he nipped at it with his sharp teeth. “You have all of me, Kilana.”

“Feels so good,” she managed, shuddering at these new experiences.

She felt stuffed in a good way, filled to the brim with cock. He was hard enough and large enough to press all her sexual buttons at the same time, and the overwhelming sensation was enough to steal her breath. So she whimpered, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist as her heart tried its best to beat its way out of her chest.

Her breathing was deep and loud in the small room, the air filled with the sound of her moans and whimpers and the liquid sounds of his moving as he adjusted his position.

“You feel like nothing I have ever experienced.” He lifted up a little to stare at her.

Kilana opened her eyes and stared back, a tear welling up because the pleasure was so overwhelming. Slowly, he lowered his head and took her lips again.

This time the kiss was deep and loving as his tongue ran over every inch of her mouth, tugging at her own tongue, flicking at the roof of her mouth, and then retreating so that he could nip at her bottom lip.

“Huncha kitot evea binet,” he muttered, before closing his own eyes and pressing his hips against her, trying to get farther inside.

“Wh — what?” she gasped breathlessly, her ass cheeks quivering as his hands slid down to cup and knead them.

“I have adjusted to you,” he repeated in English. “Are you ready?”

Mute, she nodded, and he let go of her ass to brace himself, arms on either side of her head once again.

Then instead of moving he…

“Oh, shit!” Kilana’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open as those rings, those teasing, hard rings, not only began to vibrate, they began to move up and down!

He was fucking her without moving his hips at all! Those rings caressed every inch of her channel, striking places she never knew existed, let alone were orgasmic.

And then they began to spin and twist as well as moving up and down and vibrating.

“Valan!” she shrieked, and immediately an orgasm overcame her. Her walls crunched down on the hardness within and immediately sent her spinning for a second time even before the first explosion relented. Her hands were now gliding along his shoulders as sweat sheened her body. Her back was arching, her ass clenching in sympathy with her pussy, her head bent back to its fullest.

“More?” he asked as he changed his angle and those damn rings began to pulse faster.

“Oh God, ohGodohGod!” she muttered over and over, her hands tearing at him and her body some frightening thing that was one huge lump of fire.

She could not move, the feelings were so intense. Never had she ever felt anything like this! Orgasm after orgasm rolled through her as he shifted again, adjusting the angle, and those damn rings did the rest.

Through her panting and groaning, she managed to focus her eyes on her alien, and damn if he wasn’t grinning, his teeth bared and a high whining noise rolling from his throat.

“So tight,” he muttered as his arms shook. “So wet and tight!”

And then he shifted again, sending new waves of pleasure coasting over her.

“Valan!” she gasped, her hands tearing his soft skin, her legs sliding weakly to the side, her hips thrusting against the hold his hair had on them, securing her in the correct position. “Valan!”

After a moment, his eyes glowed black as he stared down at her.

“I am going to release now,” he informed her, though she was barely coherent at this time. “I am going to release hard, Kilana. Are you ready?”

There was more? Her mind tried to accept that there was more pleasure to be had when her body just couldn’t take anymore. She nodded, knowing that she had to be making the strangest “O” face in history. She was ready.

Her alien then closed his eyes, tightened his hold on her and pulled back.

“Valan!” she shrieked as the vibrations of his cock spread her labia and pressed against her clit.

He grunted and pulled back further until he first ring was teasing her opening, and then he slammed himself in deep.

“Fuck, yeah!” she wailed, the pillows falling from the bed, the mattress shifting as he rutted at her. The rings of his dick were like fire going through her pussy. White lights filled her eyes and stole her breath as he pulled back and did it again.

The vibrations, the spinning, moving rings, his thick shaft reaming her — it was almost too much.

She was shrieking, screaming, drooling, and calling him everything but a child of God as another orgasmic wave crested.

“Kilana,” he was chanting, “Una gusta evve tarnag!” He was moaning in some alien language like a whore in heat, and it was music to her ears. He moved faster and faster, his body tensing, his cock swelling harder, the rings moving faster, and then he screamed.

It was a low bellow, a deep rumbling that froze his body mid-stroke. Then he roared, his cock seeming to expand within her as she was filled with… space.

Her eyes dropped shut as an intense wave of emotions rushed over her. She was coming, exploding… no, she was spasming… no, she was doing both! She was pulsing into soft flesh and being pounded. She was rising high above him, dominating him while she remained a writhing being below, submitting hard.