Stranded with the Alien (Starbound #1)

Thirty Four

He kissed her with an intensity that should have scared her. But she responded feverishly, winding her arms round his neck and meeting his tongue with her own. He lifted her against him and she wrapped her legs about his waist.

Her groin pressed against his belly and she felt the tip of his enormous erection bumping against her. His serpetri were stroking her body, undulating across her shoulders, her collarbone, and over the swell of her breasts. Kara became lost in the different sensations, each one adding to the pulsing heat at her core.

When Vahn finally broke the kiss, it was to press his lips firstly to her throat and then to the silken dip behind her ear. Every breath he inhaled was redolent of her scent. He buried his nose in the curve of her neck and let her essence wash over him.

It began to rain and neither of them cared. The sudden downpour drenched them, molding their clothes to their bodies. Kara’s nipples strained against the wet fabric and she shivered as he brushed them with his fingers.

She didn’t know if it was alien pheromones or just good old-fashioned lust, but the heat between her legs ratcheted to a sweet ache she desperately had to assuage.

With a quick movement she lifted her arms and pulled off her top. Then she arched her back in invitation, nipples pointing. It was an invitation Vahn couldn’t resist.

He cupped her breasts, pushing them together until they filled his hands like ripe fruit. A serpetrus flickered over the rosy tips.

“So luscious,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”

He began to stroke and pinch, tease and tug, gauging her reaction as he learned how to pleasure her.

“Is this good, Kara?”

“It’s very good,” she gasped. “Now lick them.”

He drew a rubescent bud into his mouth and flicked his ribbed tongue across it. She made him suck them one after another until both were stiff and pointing.

The clouds darkened and the rain grew heavier to the point where it was impossible to ignore. With a muttered curse, Vahn left off his ministrations to carry her into the tent.

They knelt facing each other as she helped him off with his soaked T-shirt. His skin glistened and she trailed her fingers over the muscles of his chest.

“Your scales… they look different,” she said uncertainly.

The blue had given way to a more intense indigo, shading to violet as it disappeared beneath his waistband.

“That is your doing, human,” he said hoarsely. “It is a sign of arousal in Vraxian males.”

Her eyes dropped lower.

“Not the only sign.”

The front of his trousers were tented and Kara’s eyes widened. He looks like he’s got a steel pipe down there. She suddenly found it difficult to speak.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” she managed. “I want to see.”

He removed his combat pants. In the soft glow of the illuminated walls, Kara saw an alien cock for the first time.

Her first thought was that it wasn’t so different to the human ones she’d known. Bigger, certainly, but the same general shape. Then she noticed he didn’t seem to have testicles or a scrotal sac. Instead, a thick, knobbled ridge circled the base.

Made to increase sexual pleasure for his partner, she speculated? It would certainly rub nicely during intercourse. She leaned down for a closer look.

That’s when she saw the tiny, almost imperceptible bumps running the length of his shaft. Her eyes widened in disbelief. The anatomy lessons back at the SDF academy hadn’t prepared her for this.

She glanced up at him.

“More dendra? ”

“So I can taste my mate’s orgasm.”

Her pussy tightened. Boldly she took hold of his shaft, weighing its heavy warmth in her hand. He groaned her name and there was no mistaking the urgency in his voice.

Quickly, she removed the rest of her clothes. She had barely got them off when he pinned her to the ground and kissed her hard. She whimpered as his hard length pressed against her stomach. God, she was so ready for him.

He reached down to stroke between her thighs, grunting in satisfaction as her slick coated his fingers. She spread her legs to give him access.

“I’m soaking wet for you,” she whispered.

She thought he would fuck her then but instead he used a serpetrus on her. The textured tip stroked her labia, drenching itself in her moisture before nudging upwards through her folds. She bit her lip as it squirmed deliciously for the barest moment, then dipped out again.

It darted and nudged, touched and teased, but never lingered where she needed it most. He was torturing her, she realized in a haze. Torturing her with pleasure.

Vahn watched her writhe as he slowly brought her to the edge. Her arousal was fueling his own excitement and he intended to make it last as long as he could. He relented when she begged for release.

“Please… please Vahn…”

His fingers found her clitoris and he stroked it while his tentacle crawled inside her. The gamut of sensations made her hips grind uncontrollably.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. She bucked under his touch and her muscles started to clench. “Keep touching me there…yes, there … oh…”

Her thoughts fractured into incoherence and she arched off the ground in a delicious paroxysm. Liquid heat spiralled from her core and flooded through her body.

When the tremors finally faded, the only thing she was sure about was that she wanted more. A lot more.

She tilted her face and kissed him hungrily.

“Vahn,” she said huskily. “I want you inside me. Now.”

He grasped her hips and positioned himself over her, his aroused member nudging her swollen slit.

Go slowly, he reminded himself, though every impulse demanded he plunge into her. She is smaller than a Vraxian female and more fragile.

But Kara had no intention of letting him be gentle with her. She wrapped her legs around him and guided him in, inch by inch, gasping as his thick girth stretched her wide. She moaned breathlessly.

“Fuck, that’s so good.”

She ground against him, the urgent motion sending bolts of electricity rippling through his groin and belly. He groaned her name and began to move in long, searing, bone-melting strokes.

Kara had never experienced anything like it. The bumps on his shaft rubbed her from within while the ridged base massaged her clitoris with every thrust. The persistent stimulation made her wild with excitement.

And the knowledge that he was tasting her with his cock turned her on even more. She could feel them fluttering inside her, those greedy little mouths licking at her slick walls, lapping up her cream, sucking on her G-spot…

She clawed at his back in a frenzy.

“Harder. Fuck me harder!”

Vahn’s mind reeled as his dendra shared with him her most intimate flavor. It filled his throat like mead and he knew he would never tire of it.

His rhythm quickened and her muscles started to squeeze around him. He fought to stay in control but the glorious tightness around his shaft was splintering his restraint. His abdomen tensed and the spines along his back erected one by one.

Vannla’s Sword. He could no longer hold back.

He plunged deep, giving himself over to his most primal instincts as he drove into her honeyed cleft.

“Come for me ,” he growled, his mouth thick with the taste of her.

It was enough to tip Kara over the edge.

She shattered into a million pieces and then into a million more, jagged shards of ecstasy which pierced every cell of her body. She clung to Vahn as he emptied himself into her and his shuddering release made her crest again in a scorching rush.

She thought it would never end. And when the last ripples of her climax ebbed away, she found she was shaking.

She put a hand on Vahn’s chest to steady herself and discovered he too was trembling.

Neither spoke. They didn’t have the words. They simply curled up together and drifted to sleep, listening to the drumming rain which echoed the beat of their hearts.

Kara’s last coherent thought was that if the point of their coupling was to ‘get it out of their system’, it had failed completely.