Chapter Five
Her fingers brush across my cheek before my lips touch her jaw. The peach fuzz of her skin tickles and excites with every soft caress. I move lower, nibbling on the hollow of her throat before licking her.
Sorscelgra might not be able to kiss me, but I can kiss her.
Every part of her.
And I am a woman on a mission. My only goal in all this is to show her exactly how into her I am. It’s like I’ve been possessed by a lust demon, determined to feast on her pleasure.
For the first time in a very long time, there is a thrill to the unknown. I’m not second-guessing every moment. My hands don’t tremble with fear of doing something wrong. My mind is utterly clear to enjoy this moment.
When I kiss her ribs, she makes a strange squeaking noise. My eyes dart up to her face.
“Tickle?” I ask, unable to get anything clear from her body language.
“Yes, very.” She squirms, pushing my head a touch lower toward her navel. “Make me feel like you did earlier.”
My pussy practically weeps at the tone in her voice.
I grin, cheeks flushed with a strange sense of pride.
I’ve never been shy about being a girl that likes to eat.
But these are basically all new feelings for Sorscelgra.
She might have the theory down, but I am her practical test. The proof is that pleasure comes in many forms, and she’s already commanding me.
With every breath I take, a musky floral scent grows that I want to bury my face in.
There is nothing I can compare it to. It’s overwhelming, and yet I crave more of it.
The smell of my alien coats my senses like a thick blanket on a hot night.
As much as I’m desperate for a clear breath, I need the weight of her to find relief.
My teeth graze her belly button. I tease her, fingers digging softly into her hip as her body starts to move. It only takes one swipe of my tongue for her to moan. One of her hands grabs hold of my head as she starts to grind her hips into nothing.
“Do you want me to make you see stars?” I ask.
“We can already see the stars, though if we are honest –" she groans as I bite her softly – “we need more.”
“I can do that.”
I adjust our positions, pulling one soft thigh over my shoulder while stretching the other out wide to make space.
“There is nothing down there,” she says.
“Nothing?” I ask, because I’m certainly staring at something.
“Yes, we don’t have genitalia in the same way that you do. Please just keep doing what you were doing.”
I don’t know what I was expecting when I spread her thighs. Maybe Sorscelgra would be smooth like a doll or have some weird Victorian shame leaf. But this is a whole other level of strange. Where a human would have a vulva, there is a hard shell.
But I can’t deny that her scent is stronger there, like it’s seeping through an invisible seam just to tease me.
“Can I kiss you here?” I ask.
“The joy of discovery is yours,” she repeats my words from earlier, but instead of teasing, there is a touch of frustration in her tone.
I slide my hand over her stomach, teasing her navel with my finger as I press down gently. This is a complete shot in the dark. There could be nothing here, just as she says, but my primitive, lust-driven brain is saying what I crave most just needs to be coaxed open.
I softly press my lips at the apex of her thighs. It’s hot; the fuzz of her skin melts into something firm that almost burns to the touch. Sorscelgra doesn’t react, remaining still as I lick her. At the top of her shell, my tongue tastes it.
The floral scent.
Like a Turkish delight on crack.
I press my mouth against it and suck, flicking my tongue against it to tease it open a little bit further. I do all I can, drooling against her skin until it’s dripping down my chin. But I don’t care how filthy I look, because the shell is beginning to open.
“Tell me you feel good,” I beg, panting against her.
“We don’t feel bad; it’s just weird.”
“Can I keep going?”
“Yes,” she says after a moment.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, my wet lips leaving a mark on her delicate skin.
I hope she doesn’t hate me for this, but I gather all the saliva I can in my mouth and gently spit where the seam has started to open.
At the top of the shell, where she was most open, a small frond sprouts.
It’s like a miniature version of the ones on the top of her head.
Before I can think, I lick her again, flicking my tongue over the frond.
“Fuck,” she shouts. “There! More, right there, whatever that was.”
Is this what guys feel when they find the clit for the first time? Because I feel like I’ve just been given first chair at the symphony, and now it’s time for my solo.
The fact that I’m salivating for the nectar coming from Sorscelgra makes it all the easier to soften the shell that’s hiding her pleasure spot. The more I lick and suck and drench her in spit, the more she opens up and the more I can see.
At the top, near where a clitoris would be, there is a bundle of delicate fronds that twitch at the slightest touch. Her wetness drips from them, encouraging me to feast. And the longer I do that, the more I can see the sheer number of petals that are folded beneath her shell.
“More, love,” she moans when I slip my tongue inside the shell.
Her hand digs into my hair, pressing my head into the body. My nose collides with her fronds as her body sucks me in. A tingling sensation bursts onto my tongue, and my eyes roll back.
Fuck.
I move my hand from her stomach and spread her wide open, stretching the back of her thighs until her knees are nearly pressed to her chest.
“Open up for me, Sorscelgra,” I beg, words muffled against her skin. “Let me please you.”
She moans, grip shaking my hair as I keep going. I won’t stop until she asks. I want to see all of her, gaping and dripping. My tongue explores her folds, the delicate petals tucked away inside her, searching for more of that addictive taste.
“There, there, there,” she says, legs trembling in my hold. “I feel something more.”
I laser-focus on the motion I had just done, how my nose brushed against the fronds and the tip of my tongue swirled around a tight bud of petals deep inside the shell. Her heated skin and warm nectar coat my cheeks, marking them with her scent. As her woman.
My own body is screaming to be touched, for extra pleasure that I can’t get from rubbing against the bed.
Fuck, I should have known I’d need a grinder or something, anything so I could keep touching Sorscelgra until we come together.
I don’t want to stop licking every inch of her, but the more I drink from her body, the more my pussy aches for release.
“Yes, love,” she pants. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. I—"
It’s only as my mouth is suddenly flooded that I think maybe I should have had more concern about losing my tongue.
That, maybe, the shell that hides the delicate folded petals of her body would clamp shut if overstimulated.
My cheeks fill to the point of bursting, and I can no longer move my tongue.
Only then do I pull back and realise what's in my mouth.
A glorious flower with petals that are a deep red that is almost purple drips with spit and cum. There are so many folds and layers curling and uncurling; I feel like I’m being hypnotised by pussy.
Which, honestly, I’m really okay with.
I look up at Sorscelgra and see all the petals at the top of her head quivering, curling, and trembling.
“You alright?” I ask, kissing her thigh where my hand had been squeezing her.
“Never, in all our lives, did we know that our bodies could do such things.” She smooths one hand over the ridge where green skin meets pink petals. “Discovery is truly joyous.”
I can’t contain the laughter that bursts from me. It’s so ridiculous; everything about today has been so stupidly insane I’m worried it’s a dream. One second, my life is a mundane drag; the next, I am having sex with a hivemind who’s taken over the planet.
Sorscelgra tugs on my hair again, and I crawl up the bed towards her face. She nuzzles me, brushing her velvet skin against my cheek like a satisfied cat.
“Tomorrow is a new day of discovery,” she whispers. “This world is yours now, love.”
“It’s ours." I smile.