My Alien's Obsession (Draci Alien 1)

I lick her through the damp cloth and my hips immediately jut forward against the bed. I’ve never felt the mating need more strongly. My male parts are descended fully and are thick with need.

“Juliet,” I rasp as I drag down the strip of cloth separating me from my destiny.

And expose the most beautiful, soft petaled sex. I did not imagine it would be like— But I cannot stand it any longer. Her scent is driving me mad.

I lick up her center.

Her scent and flavor explode on my tongue, lighting up every nerve ending in my body up, both human and Draci.

I grasp her hips to hold her in place. I must have more. I must taste every inch of her, inside and out.

And her femaleness is so intricate. And soft. Incredibly soft. So different from the Draci. Her moist folds are so silky and supple and fragrant as I explore her.

When I come to her center, I thrust my tongue deep inside, burying my face in her sex.

She likes that, I can tell from her unguarded moans. She is not hiding herself from me. She has spread herself wide open in every way.

I will reward her trust.

I continue my explorations, paying close attention to her responses. When I get to the top of her slit, her breathing quickens and her moans become higher-pitched.

What did I do to increase her pleasure like that? I swirl my tongue in a similar pattern and again she moans.

As I swish my tongue back and forth, I feel it. A soft nub of flesh hidden beneath her folds. A secret button to release her pleasure.

I suckle her there and more of her juices flood my mouth.

And then something incredible happens.

I can suddenly see her, through tasting her. I can feel everything she is feeling. In bright flashes, I feel her pleasure and adrenaline and excitement and confusion.

I am making her feel so good and it scares her. She cannot remember the last time she felt this good, if ever. For some reason, she also feels guilt right now. Guilt for feeling so good, as if she does not deserve it.

Why is she feeling that? Is it because she does not know Robbie is dead? Does she still feel loyalty to him? In all our discussions earlier, my killing him did not come up. I do not want her to feel guilt. I only want her pleasure to rise higher and higher. I want to obliterate any other thought.

So I redouble my efforts on her pleasure button and also lift a hand to explore inside her channel. She clenches around the finger I stick inside her.

And now in her taste, I sense a desperation. A desperation to be filled.

By the ancients, I want that, too.

My need is becoming painful. But her cries continue to crescendo. I must know where they lead. I insert another finger and her body is so hot, so hot and wet and greedy, sucking my fingers in.

I suckle and then release and flip just the tip of my tongue back and forth and then around her button and it is this that drives her over the edge.

She grabs ahold of my hair again as if she cannot help herself and thrusts her hips up and into my face as she lets out a high-pitched wail of pleasure.

And, oh ancients, I feel it with her. I’m lifted up out of my body into a blinding white light of pleasure. I— I cannot—

Ancients save me, I—

I bury my face deeper into her hot, wet sex as we both ride her pleasure. It spasms outwards from the center, sending a shockwave through both of our bodies.

My own spontaneous climax is secondary to the rush of connection with Juliet as the pleasure crests and then blossoms outward in concentric waves.

By the time the tsunami is little more than a lapping at the shores, I am exhausted. Exhausted by pleasure.

I roll to the side of Juliet, my head still on her thigh, my hands still clutching her hips. Occasionally I lick her sex because I am unwilling to part with the connection just quite yet.

She is on her side as well and she bends in half so that she is curled over me, breathing heavily.

“What was that?” she whispers once she has regained her breath. “I’ve never felt so— It’s never been so intense—”

I give her sex one last long, lazy lick before I shift so that I’m looking her in the face. “I didn’t know,” I whisper in wonder, cradling her face with my hand. “I didn’t know I would feel you like that.”

She blinks. “Is that… Is that normal?”

I laugh. “I don’t know. No Draci has ever done this before.”

She shakes her head, eyes half-mast. “I feel like I should be freaked out right now.”