She blows me, stroking faster, with a rhythm I can’t keep up with. My eyes widen as my balls grow hard.
“I can be nastier.”
I’m going to come. “Fuck,” I say, tensing. “Just keep stroking, honey.”
Tongue spooning my crown, she licks me like a lollipop, smiling because she knows she has me. In this moment, she has me by the balls.
And I love it.
She slides her mouth over me. Stunned, I watch as her esophagus expands. I touch the front of her neck and feel my cock swell against flesh and bone.
I can’t take any more of the heat. Feeling my cock give way to waves of pleasure, I expect her to pull and spit me out. Yet, as soon as I blow my seed against her warm, wet tongue, she swallows.
All of it – she laps it up like a kitten.
I’m shocked to the core, shivering with dark delight from a lust that has finally come to fruition. Except, now it has turned into something deeper and unimaginable.
An alien can’t fall in love with a human. That’s not in our source code.
My creators showed me videos of religion, and I always scoffed. But now I can see why humans spend so much time worshipping the idea of “love.”
It’s real, and it’s transformative.
Lips rolling up my shaft, I jerk and let out a gruff moan. “Woman, you never told me NASA trained you to suck an alien so well,” I joke.
She smiles and catches some cum that falls toward her tits. Fingering the rest into her mouth, she lies back and spreads her legs.
“No training. I’m just a natural talent,” she says.
I insert three finger
s with ease and growl with pride. “You’re not scared of my fuck anymore,” I say.
She’s practically glowing. “Maybe I’m just good at hiding my fear,” she says.
I wag my fingers against her soft spot, and she twists away from me, giggling.
“Come back here. I want to feast,” I demand.
She slithers against the wall of the cave, pulling her ruffled panties up her thick thighs. Her entire body was designed for child rearing, and it’s driving me fucking crazy.
It doesn’t matter how many times I come. I just can’t get enough.
Joke or not, she need not hide her fear with me. I know she understands how to be a team player. No, what she needs to learn is how to let go of whatever happened to her.
That’s not something that’s so easy to do. Once you’ve been let down for long enough, you live inside the eye of fear. It becomes the center of your world.
Her eyes appear to analyze mine, perhaps trying to see through to my inner thoughts. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Everything and nothing,” I say. “I’ve found a gem, but I need to figure out how to keep it out of sight.”
“I’m assuming I’m that gem,” she says.
“As much as I want to love on you, we are near the fuel you seek. This might be our only chance to get off Avalon.
“I’m worried,” she says. “What if Zakar intercepts us? What if this was part of his twisted plan?”
I kiss her cheek. “Then we had a good run,” I say.