She grabs the cup with both her hands and drains every bit of it down her throat until there is not even a single drop left. When she finally relinquishes it, her expression is nothing short of ecstatic.
“Oh my god. That was delicious! That was like… that was like the best ice cream I've ever tasted, mixed with the best steak I’ve ever had, mixed together except somehow in a nice way, and it also tasted a little like mornings where you wake up early and then remember you don’t actually have to go to work.”
“It is even better when you drink it from the source.”
She gives me a look, though it is not as intense as the look she used to give me when I suggested she drink from me.
* * *
Ariel
“Interesting, is it not, how our species are in some way designed to be able to mutually nourish one another.” He halfway changes the topic.
“How do I nourish you?”
“You emit pheromones which I find very, for want of a better word, attractive. And your presence here revitalizes my inner…” he trails off. “It is hard to explain in these small words, but suffice to say, you feed my soul.”
I feel my insides get all melty upon hearing those words, spoken with such alien sincerity. No man has ever said anything like that to me before. “That might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
He smiles. “I have left you to your own devices because I thought you needed to rest. I thought I might have punished you too sternly, that you had taken to your bed to sulk and resist me…”
“I mean, yeah. Pretty much. But I am feeling a little better now, though, I am… still hungry.”
“There is more if you want it.”
The air is crackling with sexual tension. The hunger is not just for his essence, as delightful as that was, and as hungry for it as I am. It is for him. For his flesh. To learn what lies beneath the alien clothing which keeps him from me.
“I do want it,” I tell him. “I want it real bad.”
I am surprised how open I am suddenly. I would never have said that before. I would never have admitted that I want him, but suddenly I feel this openness and this warmth.
It is instantly rewarded. He disrobes, and for the very first time, I see him entirely naked. His thighs are thick and powerful, two muscular trunks which are marked on the outer reaches with similar scaling and plating to his shoulders and chest. But I did not come to look at his thighs. I came to look at his cock, and it is displayed for me in all its…
Wait.
There is one thick rod rising before me, flared and ridged and even lightly scaled in some places. But there is also something behind it. Something…
He flexes and the anterior cock is no longer hidden. The incredible dragonesque appendage rises from between his thighs. Is it one? Is it one but with two prongs? I do not know. One is certainly more dominant, thicker, longer, with more in the way of flares and ridges. The coloring is astounding. It is not simply green like the rest of him. It is… well, fifty shades of green, an astonishing play of emerald hues running the length of the ridged beast.
“Oh my god…” I gasp the words to myself, or perhaps they are a prayer. I can feel my body reacting to him. Maybe it’s that chemical pheromone connection. Maybe it’s my hunger for his delicious seed. Or maybe I’m just thirsty in many more ways than one.
It’s been so fucking long since I got laid. I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to have a cock inside me, stretching me open, satisfying the deepest parts of me. My mouth is watering, but that’s not the only part of me that has suddenly become almost aggressively wet. I can feel my thighs slicking beneath the leotard which suddenly feels tighter than ever.
“Your king, not your god,” he rumbles from on high.
I look up and meet his golden gaze.
“Two?”
“You have two holes.”
“But my two… they aren’t for… this isn’t... we’re not…” I’m making an absolute fool of myself, stammering, unable to complete a full sentence because all I can think about is what this display of erect male flesh could do to me.
“Are you still hungry?”
He puts his massive hand on the back of my head, and slowly but surely, draws my mouth toward the smaller of the two cocks. I’m not ready for the big one. I’m not even sure I could get my mouth around that monster of a rod.
The moment my lips touch his cock, I find my instincts taking over. I start to suckle, desperate for more of that heavenly taste. His seed hit every receptor my brain has for pleasure and satisfaction. It was like taking a hit of some drug that doesn’t fuck you up so much as just straight up fuck you.