“You smell unlike anything I’ve ever scented,” I murmur as I reach her small tuft of hair between her thighs. “Perfection, little alien.”
She cries out when I slide my long tongue between her lower lips of her cunt. The taste is a nectar of The Eternals. More delicious than anything I’ve ever feasted on. I become ravenous as I practically eat my alien. The urge to bite her is intense but something tells me she wouldn’t like it. Her juices become more fluid and slide over my tongue, dizzying me. I become engrossed in my task. Kissing her cunt. Each mewl and whimper spurs me on.
“Let me kiss you inside, Aria,” I rumble against her sweet flesh. “Let me put my tongue inside you. You may not want my cock but let me taste you. I beg of you, sweet alien.”
Her fingers tangle in my mane and she yanks me closer. “Yes. Just your tongue. I want it.”
I groan and begin sliding it into her tight hole that’s meant for my cock. My tongue disagrees though as I explore her deeply. Sounds rattling from her are ragged and uneven. Desperate. Curling my tongue up, I’m delighted to find something within her that makes her cry out in pleasure.
“Breccan!”
I love how she says my name and I rub at the small nodule within her. It fits perfectly in the groove between the two tines of my tongue. She jolts and spasms, her juices running freely from her the tastiest flavor my mouth has ever known. My nose is pressed against her pleasure button. I decide I want to pleasure her there as well. Moving back and forth, I use my nose to rub against the throbbing flesh while my tongue teases her within.
I like kissing inside her.
I like it very much.
“Breccan!” she screams loud enough to wake the entire facility.
Before I can shush her, she comes violently. Her body thrashes and she gifts me with more of her sweet nectar. I don’t stop sucking and licking and tasting until she pushes me forcefully away.
“Enough,” she breathes. “No more. Please.”
For a moment, I worry I’ve hurt her. I wrap my arms around her thin thighs and rest my cheek against her cunt.
“I am sorry, little alien.”
Her fingers gently caress through my hair. “Don’t be sorry for that. Not ever. That,” she says with a soft sigh. “That was everything.”
She soon falls asleep and my lids grow heavy. I must get my rest if I plan on kissing her cunt when she wakes.
And I will be kissing her there over and over again until she begs me to stop.
That was everything.
I can’t wait to give her everything every solar.
10
Aria
“What do you mean I’m doing it wrong?” I glance down at the pieces of scrap metal scattered over my lap. I’ve been working on helping Ozias repair the alien version of a tablet. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’ve made it a point not to stay cloistered in Breccan’s room, avoiding everyone. In truth, I’m trying to stay busy so I don’t think about sex, and if that means I have to pretend to know what I’m doing, then so be it.
Ozias—or Oz, as Jareth calls him—merely smiles and reaches across the table between us to join two wires together, causing the tablet to chirp to life. Oz is the tinkerer of the group. Despite the fact that his hands are always smeared with grease and his pockets filled with scraps of paper and spare parts, his clothes and hair are always impeccable otherwise. Unlike his good buddy Jareth, Oz is quieter one. It makes it all too easy for me to ramble when I’m in his presence.
My eyes widen and I smile back at him. “Thank you! I hope you realize I have no idea what I’m doing here. I don’t even know why you’re letting me help you. I’m doing more damage than help at this point, I think.”
His fingers move quickly as he rewires his own tablet. I try to follow along, but he’s simply too quick for my human eyes to track. “I enjoy the company, little one. It’s been just us morts for far too long.”
I continue trying to tinker with the tablet. It’s been three days—solars, they call them—since Breccan took me to the command center and received those horrible UV burns. Three days since I’d admitted my secret to him. Three days without any pressure to breed for them. But even though we’re not having sex, he’s gladly gone down on me each night.
That tongue.
I could almost orgasm thinking about it.
Horror washes over me as I wonder if Oz can smell my arousal. His brows are furrowed in concentration so I’m hoping not. Forcing my thoughts elsewhere, I think about how my days have been spent because it’s a much safer topic than my nights.