Chapter 8
Luna: As you know, I’m a little overzealous when it comes to Christmas.
I find it super fascinating, but I really love the family dynamics of it all.
Do you and your brother have any holiday traditions?
It seems like that’s a thing in movies but I’m not sure if it’s true in real life. Dish the deets!
Gemma: Hahaha! It’s a real thing. Our big one, ever since our grandparents passed away, is filling a stocking for each other. We tend to get gag gifts, favorite snacks, and something unique each year.
Luna: That sounds totally awesome!
Gemma: We have fun with it. Growing up, Nana and Gramps did something similar.
We’d always have one main present to open, but they’d get inventive and silly with our stockings.
When I was a kid, my all-time favorite was when my Gramps included a whoopee cushion in my stocking.
I brought it with me everywhere and used it in public whenever I could.
Talk about endless entertainment to a ten-year-old.
Ah, the good old days. I have a lot of fond memories of those years.
Luna: Um, what’s a whoopee cushion?
Gemma: Gasp! Maybe your people call it something different, but basically, it’s a toy that makes a farting noise. My Gramps was a huge fan of Leslie Nielsen from the Naked Gun series, and he was famous for always having one on him and loved to prank interviewers with it.
Luna: How funny! We should watch those movies together sometime.
Gemma: You’re on! They always remind me of Gramps. But if I can circle back, you mentioned loving the family side of Christmas. Can I ask about your family? What are they like?
Luna: They’re like a lot of Dravethian families, I suppose. Pretty traditional. They weren’t thrilled when I decided to join Kheph and Naj on the Sleigh Belle. We haven’t had a lot of contact for the past year.
Gemma: I’m sorry. That sounds tough.
Luna: It is. I guess I’m still waiting for a miracle, namely them apologizing for being asshats and accepting my life choices. But for now, I’m not holding my breath.
Gemma: I want you to know that right now I am giving you one of my biggest and best hugs. The kind reserved only for family, close friends, and special people.
Luna: I’m honored to have entered that exclusive club. I can’t fucking wait to experience the real thing when I see you. Gemma hugs, I mean. Is there a way we can make Christmas get here faster?
—Sent via FLIRTT (Frequency Link for Interstellar Real-Time Transmission)
Luna
Aclothed Gemma is gorgeous—but naked, she’s downright exquisite.
My tentacles are doing what Sasha calls a “Kermit-flail” because I can barely contain myself. For the last three weeks, I’ve done nothing but dream about having this woman in bed with me. However, now that it’s finally happening, I’m uncharacteristically nervous.
I seriously don’t want to fuck this up.
Ground Control to Super Suave Luna! We need you to get your head and tentacles in the game!
I’m yanked out of my wayward thoughts when Gemma flips me on my back and positions herself between my legs, turning the tables on me with a boatload of sexy sass.
That was so smooth it could have been entered into the Intergalactic Book of Universe Records. Swoon!
“I may not have tentacles,” Gemma says, her voice sultry and seductive, “but I have a very talented tongue and”—she languidly waves her hand in the air—“my fingers are full of finesse.”
Now she’s seducing me with alliteration. Where the hell has this woman been all my life?
My arousal was already rocketing into the stratosphere after pleasuring Gemma to her first orgasm of the night, but her words kick my libido into hyperdrive.
She strokes my inner thighs, her fingers trailing lightly against my skin and making me throb with need. When her hair starts to brush against me too, I turn into a quivering puddle formerly known as Luna.
I don’t have time to recover because Gemma spreads my legs wide, opening all of me to her hungry gaze. That makes me gush like a motherfucking geyser. Sweet galactic gods!
I kinda want to pinch a tentacle, you know? To make sure I’m not dreaming. But that’d probably mess with the vibes right now.
Rein in your weirdo side, Luna! You bring it out slowly, so Gemma doesn’t run screaming.
Gemma licks her lips, her heated gaze roving over me like I’m a treasure map she’s uncovered.
I can certainly tell her where X marks the spot!
“I’m dying to taste you. May I?”
My tentacles do the Dravethian equivalent of what the Earthlings call The Wave.
“Yes fucking please. Treat my pussy like your own personal buffet!”
Gemma chuckles and rests her head on my thigh, so close and yet so far from my aching core. “Is it weird if I say that I think your green pubic hair is kind of amazing?”
Well, well. Maybe Gemma has an adorable weirdo side too? If so, I think this could be destiny…
I choke on a laugh. “Since it matches the rest of me, I’ve never had anyone tell me that, but I can see how it would be a bit unusual for a human.”
Their coloring, on the whole, is so much more muted and neutral compared to the vibrant hues of my people.
But Gemma’s bright red hair creates a stunning contrast to her pale skin, and I find the combination completely bewitching.
Yes, that’s me being cheesy and romantic, but I don’t care.
I’m gonna embrace it with all my tentacles!
“I’ve been with a few women who liked to dye their bushes temporary colors, but that’s a lot different from this.” She gently brushes a finger over the patch of hair above my mons. “It’s so soft,” she murmurs in awe.
I try not to squirm. “You can appreciate it all you want later, but right now I really need to come. Otherwise, I might lose my damn mind.”
Gemma gives me a cheeky little salute. “Sorry to keep you hanging, sweetheart. Let me help you out.”
I open my mouth to say something snarky in response but instead let out a long, filthy moan when Gemma dives right into eating me out like a motherfucking champ.
She wasn’t lying when she said her tongue is talented.
With a sexy degree of confidence, she uses her mouth to explore every inch of my pussy so her tongue can suss out all my hot spots.
She’s downright tenacious as her tongue swirls and laves the sensitive flesh on and around my clit, making my thighs tremble, and I fight the urge to grab her and grind her face into me.
Fuck that would be hot. And I’d be happy to return the favor.
Maybe next time. Don’t rush things, Luna!
Gemma worships me with her magical mouth, and I can’t even remember the last time I had a partner pleasure me with such passionate skill and dedication. It’s also making me stupidly competitive. My mouth is equally talented, and I want to let her experience it too.
My space train of thought derails when Gemma gently slips inside me with one questing finger, making me jolt and shudder like a ship engine on the fritz.
She pauses. “Okay?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic. Don’t stop,” I beg her.
Her answering grin is downright devilish when she adds a second finger, thrusting into me and crooking upward inside my slick, hot channel. It doesn’t take her long to find my species’ G-spot equivalent.
Why yes, I’ve been doing research on human female anatomy.
I can be a stellar student when I have the right motivation—such as a gorgeous babe like Gemma.
Lesbian porn was totally the ticket. Human women aren’t super different from my people in terms of sex organs, but I was surprised to learn that an Earthling’s G-spot is not always a sensitive area and can be difficult to find.
Some of those poor women are really missing out.
In Dravethians, it’s a very pronounced internal ridge that is highly sensitive. So when Gemma finds mine and begins stroking me there, I throw my head back and cry out. “Aah!”
Gemma raises her head, eyes wide. “Holy shit. Is that a species difference?”
I nod fast. “Yes, now touch it more.”
“So demanding,” she murmurs, but the gleam in her eyes tells me she fucking loves it.
Thank Thekmis, she doesn’t leave me hanging. Her fingers massage my sensitive internal ridge, and that in combination with her mouth doing a whole wax-on, wax-off maneuver on my clit has me teetering on the edge of bliss.
When my orgasm barrels down on me with the speed of a warp drive combustor engine, my whole body tightens, my passage clenching around Gemma’s fingers as I explode in deep, throbbing waves of pleasure.
“Fuuuuck. You nearly killed me,” I pant. “I award you a gold medal for that performance.”
Gemma chuckles and gently removes her fingers from inside me. I’m not at all surprised to see them covered in the slick evidence of my arousal.
But then that teasing temptress lifts them to her mouth and sucks them clean, all while her eyes never leave mine.
And that’s when I realize I may have finally found my equal in the bedroom.
Gemma gives as good as she gets, and I like it a whole fucking lot.
I’ve had partners who didn’t care as much about me getting off once they’d had their orgasm, and some were passive, expecting me to take an active lead in everything.
But with Gemma, we’re going head-to-head—no pun intended—with similar enthusiasm.
“You taste amazing,” Gemma murmurs, licking her lips.
“So fucking sexy,” I whisper under my breath.
Two of my tentacles whip out and grab her. Gemma gives a happy little shriek as my appendages pull her into my arms, and we fall back on the bed to lie facing each other.
“Dear Goddess Thekmis, but you totally blew my mind. Thank you.”
Gemma smirks. “I’ve got mad skills.”
Lucky me!
Then a stupid wave of uncertainty hits me, and I bite my bottom lip. “How was it for you? Our physiology is super similar, but… well, what I’m trying to say—super awkwardly—is I hope you didn’t find any of that… off-putting.”
She arches an eyebrow at me. “Did I seem like I wasn’t into it?”
I smile sheepishly. “Well, no.”