Twelve Days of Xanthus

“Sort of…put these on and I’ll explain it to you more.”

He dropped his towel and she gasped. Her mouth opened and closed, her eyes dilated.

“Y- You were supposed to wait until I left the room.”

“Why? You’re my mistress.”

“Because it’s not polite, and we’re trying to make you into an independent thinker.” Her gaze lowered to his hardening manhood. Pride swelled in his chest. He was having this reaction on her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered.

The sound sent prickles up his skin. The noise was filled with such need. The thought of actually being wanted by someone stirred a primal instinct. He wanted this mistress for his own, permanently. The concepts he’d witnessed among the Earthlings were amazing. Monogamy, marriage, dating. So many new opportunities were at his finger tips. If he could escape. Her floral scent deepened to an enchanting musk, and

he licked his lips. Now that he’d had a taste of her, he desired more. The smell of arousal began to fill the room. Her breath grew shallow and her pulse pounded. His keen senses picked up more than an Earthling would and her body’s responses acted like an aphrodisiac. His glands opened wider and the odorless pheromones poured out.

“It’s starting again, isn’t it?” She clenched her fists.

“Yes.”

“Drop your towel and come over here. I want to show you how it can be between two people.”

Excitement unfurled in his belly as he walked over to stand in front of her. He was painfully hard and swollen. A moan escaped his lips before he could steel himself against it when she sank to her knees. This sort of attention was few and far between on Zenton. His cock twitched with anticipation when her hands reached forward and grasped him.

Her tiny hand only wrapped halfway around his girth, but then she stroked and it didn’t matter. Her slow, smooth tugs made him moan out loud. It felt wrong to be the center of attention.

“That’s right, enjoy it. This time is just for you.” She increased the speed and the tip of his mushroom shaped head dripped the opaque liquid.

He thrust into her hand as she coaxed him to respond with her words and increased pressure. She engulfed him in the warmth of her mouth. He choked back a cry of ecstasy, held his hands at his side, and dug his fingernails into his palms to stop from reaching out to touch her dark tresses. He’d never seen a woman with her intriguing coloring or thick hair. On their planet, most people were beige, teal, or green. She slurped and sucked. Her head bobbed as she took him as deep as she could go, occasionally gagging when he hit the back of her throat. His toes curled down into the soft carpet they stood on. She hummed and his knees threatened to buckle.

Violet took him out of her mouth and made eye contact as she traced his tip and teased his seam with her stiffened tongue. Her eyes were molten purple as they blazed bright with intense emotion. This was more than a carnal exchange. The connection between them was like a live wire. He felt her affection and joy. She was enjoying herself. She licked the underside of his cock, ran her tongue over the prominent vein, and his hips jerked forward. She repeated the motion again and again. His body stiffened and she took him back into her mouth, sucked hard, and hummed. He shot off like a rocket, spilling his cum down her throat. She stroked him through the orgasm, draining him dry as she swallowed every drop. His legs were wobbly when she pulled back, licked her lips, and smiled.

“Been a long time since I’ve done that. Maybe there are some benefits to this whole thing.” She stood and the expression of happiness on her face turned to panic. “Please tell me I can’t get some alien S.T.D.”

“S.T.D.? Oh, a sickness, no, we don’t have those things on Zenton.”

“Thank God for small miracles.”

His lips twitched upward into a smile as he laughed. “Thank you, Violet.”

“What for?”

“For treating me like a man.”

“I call it like I see it.” She gave him a wink, rose to her feet, took his hand, and squeezed. “I like you, Xanthus of Zenton.” She released him and stepped away. “You should get dressed and meet me in the living room when you’re done.”

She turned on her heel, crossed the floor, and exited.

§ § §

Shit! She was turning into a slut, an alien loving slut. Her cheeks burned. It was discombobulating, not having control over her sexual urges, but what was worse, a part of her enjoyed it. Had she gone without a man for so long any sexual contact made her happy? No. She might be able to lie to others, but not to herself. The chemistry she shared with Xan was off the scales. They had the potential to be good together. A man was emerging from the dominated shell. He was intelligent, sensitive, and sexy as sin. Could he be the man she’d been waiting for all this time?

She snorted. The thought was absurd. The man had even more baggage than her. After all those years as a slave, he needed to learn to be on his own. A relationship together would be unhealthy, wouldn’t it? They’d never know if it was his pheromones or not. If you were both happy, would the catalyst really matter? It was a question she had no answer to. Violet sighed. Xanthus told her the intensity of the pheromones would fade over time. She hoped the process would start soon because the crazed nympho act wasn’t for her. Right now she was doing everything in her power to keep from having sex with the stranger, but she knew that was only a matter of time.

Footsteps sounded in the hall. Violet looked up. The clothes were a smidge too tight, but they’d work in a pinch. The uncomfortable look on his face was almost comical.

“I know they aren’t s the most comfortable, but you’ll get used to them soon.”

He shot her a look that said, I doubt it.