Chapter 27
Holly
Okay, admittedly, she wasn’t a fellatio expert. It was her first blowjob. She had zero experience and she had been nervous the entire time she had been getting her hands-on learning – afraid that Romival wouldn’t like it or that she’d do something wrong or that her technique would be laughable.
But apparently mouth-on-dick was just as universally beloved a concept on Turv as it was on Earth, because her inexperience hadn’t seemed to matter at all. Romival had reacted like it was the greatest thing he’d ever experienced.
And, to Holly’s own surprise, she had enjoyed it more than she anticipated. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to do it, or that she expected to actively dislike it. She thought her joy in it would come from knowing that she was making Romival feel good.
And while that was certainly true, she had actually enjoying doing it.
There was something delightfully erotic about taking his dick in her mouth.
She felt powerful and sexy – two things she didn’t usually experience, so it was exciting to feel as she watched Romival’s entire body go tense, and she saw all the cords in his neck stick out as he resisted the urge to fuck her face.
She was grateful he hadn’t as she was pretty sure that was definitely for expert dick suckers. She was surprised to realize that she didn’t mind working her way up to that though. Or, at least, to taking more than just his head past her lips. It was a goal to work towards anyway.
But what really surprised her was the taste of his cum.
She was no expert, but she was pretty sure that a man’s spend wasn’t supposed to taste slightly sweet, like a piece of old-fashioned candy.
The kind that didn’t use a ton of sugar, but instead the kind that probably got its flavor from real fruit.
Not that she would describe it as ‘fruity’.
More like a sweet nuttiness – the humor of which was not lost on her.
And if she tasted good like that to him, and he felt the same way she did going down on her, she suddenly understood why he enjoyed it so much.
Without really thinking about what she was doing, she stroked her finger through the fluid on her chest, surprised to see it had the consistency of partially cooled royal icing, before bringing it to her lips. She licked the digits clean, then went back for more, enjoying the taste of him.
It wasn’t until the second swipe and lick that Romival started growling. She paused, finger in her mouth, focusing back on him.
And, to her shock, his dick was hard again.
She knew his recovery time was already shorter than a human man’s, but it hadn’t even been a full minute since he came a full cup, if not more, straight down her throat then on her tits. Yet, his pride was already standing at attention, ready to go again.
Growling, Romival grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back. She hit the soft fur blanket, laughing as he grabbed her loosened dress and yanked it free. Like a savage. Uncaring that his claws cut through the fabric when he did so.
He tossed the garment away, smirking at her, fangs glinting in the light, as he stood beside the bed, looking down. Holly pressed the seal on her bra, loosening the fabric and tossing it free. His three eyes narrowed in approval as his sexy growl deepened.
“I take it you like the fur?” He asked, surprising her.
She looked down to find that she was absentmindedly stroking it with one hand. She chuckled, falling back and spreading out her arms like she was making a snow angel.
“I love it. You didn’t have to change your bed for me though.”
“I know.” He put one knee on the bed, starting to climb over her. “But I wanted you to be comfortable. You can change it.”
“No, it’s fine. I like it.”
“I insist,” he growled, covering her body completely, holding himself off her with one hand as the other grabbed one of her legs and jerked it up around his hip. “Change the nest. Make it suit your tastes. Change my entire den if you like.”
“But I like your den!” She laughed, putting her arms around his neck. “I mean, the furniture could use a couple throw pillows, maybe a blanket over the couch or something, but-”
“Yes,” he interjected, nuzzling his nose along hers, uncaring of the mess he had left on her. “Do it. Make the changes. Nest in my den. Make it your space so you won’t want to leave it.”
“O-o-oh,” she breathed, drawing out the sound in understanding. “This is one of those mating instinct things, isn’t it?”
He growled in confirmation, rocking his hips, dragging his cock along her wet slit.
She laughed, running her fingers through his scalp. “All right. I’ll make the bed in the morning when we wake up. Okay?”
“Ye-e-es,” he moaned, his face in her neck, sucking and licking as he humped against her, still just teasing her without penetrating. Not like he was doing it on purpose either. More like his hips just moved without conscious thought.
He was growling something at her in ancient Domtri.
She didn’t understand most of the words, but she did know ‘seerin’, which she was pretty sure meant water.
She only knew that one because it was one of the pet names Atem had for Peony.
Though, she did not know why Romival was talking about water right now.
Though, knowing how poetic ancient Domtri was, he could very well be commenting on how excited he was at the prospect of her making the bed and she’d have no idea.
She wasn’t given the opportunity to ponder the meaning of the words further though, because his humping finally notched the head of his cock at her entrance and, with a single, deliberate push, he was entering her body.
Holly moaned, nails digging into his back as he kept up the same slow and steady rhythm as he pushed forward right up to the bulge of his knot. Then deeper. Just a bit deeper.
She hissed as she felt the swell of it press into her entrance. She shook her head even as she held him close while he nibbled at her neck.
“No,” she breathed, her thighs trembling. “Not the knot.”
He growled, pushing forward again. Pressing that knot just a bit further inside of her.
She could swear it was thicker now. Swelling.
Like it had in her hands. And now that she knew the difference between how much he came without pressure on it versus when he did have pressure on it, she knew he couldn’t push it inside her.
It was definitely a bad idea. Even if she couldn’t remember why right now.
“Please, Romi. No...” she moaned, sounding too much like a yes. If he pushed it inside her, would she even fight him on it?
Romival’s claws dug into the soft fur, but he complied with her wishes. On the next, harder thrust, he stopped right at the edge of the knot again. Teasing her with the sensation that she had briefly experienced as though knowing it would make her want it more.
She could have it. She just had to say yes. He wouldn’t question why she had changed her mind and she would get to know how great that swollen knob felt plugging the sensitive flesh of her entrance as well as that thick, sticky cum pumping deep inside her.
She bit her lip to avoid begging him for it.
His movements became harder. More frantic. Chasing both of their climaxes that she could feel building through her weak and tired limbs. Two climaxes and a blowjob really took it out of a girl, but he was determined to fuck her to a third.
The ridges, the angle of his thrusts, the heady scent of his body as she felt all his hard muscles moving against hers, his tail wrapped around her ankle, the prick of his claws in one hip while his fangs nipped at her neck.
Every glorious, alien thing about him, never letting her forget for even a second that he was a different species, made it that much better.
Her climax didn’t break this time so much as it washed over her, rolling across her entire body like a wave crashing against the shore. Every muscle clenched and her pussy rippled around his cock, making him growl as his own, muted orgasm filled her with a small amount of warmth.
So dangerous. But so safe. She wasn’t ovulating yet. It was fine. That small amount was nothing compared to what he gave her before.
But just having him inside her was so amazing. She clung to him, refusing to let him pull out even as he softened within her.
Romival kissed her shoulder gently before lifting himself enough to kiss her lips as well. Their tongues slid against each other, slow and sensual for a minute before he finally pulled free. She pouted, whimpering pitifully as he sat up on his knees.
He didn’t go far, just reached over to his headboard to open a drawer that was disguised amongst the mosaic. Holly couldn’t help but giggle when he pulled out his med scanner.
“Yes?” He asked, just to make sure.
She nodded, lifting her arms overhead as though to give him a better scan. She smiled as he ran the gently glowing machine over her body. Collecting data that lit him up inside like a Christmas tree with a joy that sent a thrill up her spine to see.
Like the joy of sucking him off. Sure, it didn’t really do anything for her directly, but it was still amazing just knowing what it was doing for him. And she felt just as powerful and sexy now as she did then because, even with post nut clarity, he was still fascinated by her.
He got his scan and set the machine aside without looking at the readout.
“Aren’t you going to see what it says?” She asked sleepily. She didn’t know before him that orgasms just put her right to sleep and she was ready for a midday nap.
“Later,” he promised, curling back up beside her on the fur, sweat cooling on their bodies.
And though he probably had a bunch of things to tend to today, he wasn’t too busy for a post coital cuddle and that knowledge sent her heart racing with affection and love.
And love…
Did she love Romival?