Chapter 21 Scythro
The human’s request jolts my blood, and my hard cock jumps in her tiny hand. My balls ache with the implication of what she is asking me to do. Under ordinary circumstances, I would not hesitate even for a moment to give her what she wants, but these are not ordinary circumstances. Not even close.
I have to make sure.
“Are you certain, Jean? Are you certain you want your mask to come off?”
I cannot see her with my blindfold on, but I can hear the hot blush in her answer.
“I’ve never been more certain about anything in my whole life,” she says. “It’s the only way we’re going to get this inside me.”
As she says the word this, she gives my cock a light squeeze, just in case I didn’t know what she was talking about.
Technically, she is not correct. I can think of at least two other ways I might introduce myself into her body. However, one of them is currently occupied by Ghorak’s finger, and the other, well…
As I told Ghorak before, we must ease her into things, and that particular route wouldn’t exactly be easy.
So… her mouth it is.
I would be lying if I said the thought did not excite me, but right now my own pleasure is secondary. This is about Jean. This is about what she needs.
“Once your mask is off, we won’t be able to communicate,” I tell her. “At least not with words. If you start to feel short of breath, tap me on the leg, and I’ll help you put it back on.”
“Okay.”
With both hands, I reach around and loosen the straps behind her head. There is a faint hiss as the mask depressurizes and lets go. Her blood quickens. I can feel it pulsing in the tips of her fingers, which are still wrapped tight around my aching arousal.
I carefully place her breathing mask on the ground beside her, and I give her a few moments to drink in the warm night air. Then, slowly, I move my pelvis forward, seeking her lips, finding them. She exhales softly, and her warm breath tickles the underside of my tip.
I resume my purring.
Jean moans softly in response. She slowly turns her head, first one way, then the other, gently rubbing her lips against my hardened length. Then her tongue comes out, furtive at first, licking my skin, tasting the pre-fluid leaking from my slit. She moans again, a little louder this time.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Take your time with it. Take exactly as much as you need.”
With her mask off, Jean cannot understand my words, but hopefully she can understand my gentle tone. She’s in control for the time being.
I will only take over when I know she’s really ready.
Ghorak, meanwhile, is being considerably less gentle about things.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can hear it well enough.
He’s grunting and lapping at her like a starving beast while he mates her with his finger, thrusting it in and out of her like a hard cock, fucking her with long, deep strokes.
Jean doesn’t seem to mind Ghorak’s roughness. If she did, I would intervene immediately. Instead, I let the big green Grangorian keep doing his thing. Sometimes, animal instincts are better than all the finesse in the universe.
With a soft, hungry whimper, Jean opens her lips and takes my head inside her mouth. I give her a moment to get comfortable with my girth, then I gently start to thrust in and out of her, not too deep at first, just enough to test what she can handle.
“That’s it,” I tell her as I gently breed her mouth. “Take that dick like a good little human.”
Jean makes a wet, muffled sound.
I picture her in my mind’s eye, one cheek bulging around the head of my member as she sucks me. Her tongue feels soft and warm against my shaft. I turn her head and take her deeper, giving her a little more with every slow thrust.
“Good human,” I whisper. “Just like that. Now, let me feel you come with my cock in your mouth.”
Ghorak hears my words and makes it happen. He pushes Jean over the edge with his fingers and his tongue, and her little body quakes as a bouquet of climaxes blossoms within her. She tries to wail with pleasure, but her cries are muted by the part of me that’s filling her wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Now that is hot.”
I’ll admit, I’ve sampled my fair share of mouths over the cycles.
More than I can even begin to count. Some of them were professionals like myself.
Technically, they were more skilled than this little human, but skill will only get one so far.
There is something about the human female that excites me in ways no other living being has ever done before.
Something delicate yet resilient at the same time. Something vulnerable yet brave.
My Goddess, it’s almost worth being imprisoned here on Ul, just to feel her perfect lips wrapped around me like this.
As her climax fades, I pull back, giving her a chance to catch her breath, but something tells me she is far from finished.
She needs more, and she needs us to give it to her.
Both of us.
Ghorak senses this too. With a lustful growl, he lifts his horned head from the female’s wet center. I hear a shuffle of fabric as he lowers his pants, followed shortly thereafter by a soft smack of hard skin striking softer flesh.
I remove my blindfold.
It pains me to break my promise to Jean, but it is for her own good. I must see what Ghorak is doing to her.
For a moment, I think I might have to step in, but it quickly becomes apparent that the Grangorian has no intention of penetrating the little female.
We discussed this a few minutes ago on the other side of the longstrider.
With size like his, we’ll need to know exactly what the human can handle before he attempts to put that thing inside her.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t still pleasure her with it.
I already caught a glimpse earlier, not up close and personal, but enough to discern the deeply ribbed texture on the upper side of his shaft.
Based on the way Jean is moaning now, I can only assume that texture continues on the underside as well.
Ghorak is thrusting like it’s inside her, even though it’s not, dragging it back and forth across her sensitive nub.
She arches and thrusts in response, grinding her hot desire against his own.
“Ee-ess,” she sighs in her strange alien language. “Ee-ess, Ee-ess.”
Then her face turns toward me again, and her mouth opens wide, begging to be fed. I give it to her.
I am not quite as gentle with her this time around.
I can sense she needs it a little rougher than before.
Rougher and deeper. I keep thrusting until my tip is touching her throat.
When she starts to gag, I quickly pull it out of her, but she just as quickly pulls me back inside again, moaning wetly around my hard and throbbing shaft.
Use me, those moans seem to say. Please use me.
So I use her, and Ghorak uses her too. We plow ourselves against her quivering flesh until all three of our bodies are taut with impending release. We are so close now. So very, very close.
For a long and trembling moment, the darkness seems to hold its breath around us.
Then we come as one.
Ghorak’s release is enormous, even bigger than I expected, and it ignites the human’s own.
She mewls and writhes beneath him as he paints her soft belly with his sticky abundance.
As for me, I unload my first few spurts directly into her mouth before pulling out and sending the rest of it streaking across her rocking breasts.
When it’s finally over, she lies back, messy and panting with exertion.
I bend down and kiss her, slow and deep, enjoying the way her flavor is now seasoned with my own.
It is a perfect combination.
No… not quite perfect. I can think of one combination that would taste even better, but I fear the little human is not ready for that. Not just yet.
Besides, she seems to be satisfied for the time being.
I lean back and give Ghorak a chance to kiss her. He has performed quite admirably for an amateur. He deserves that small reward.
As he leans in, his big hand glides up her belly, smearing his stuff up onto her breasts, mingling his seed with my own. I do not know if that is intentional, or merely a side-effect of his weed-induced clumsiness, but it excites me to no end.
I love how dirty our little human is.
I love how much she seems to enjoy being dirty.
Once Ghorak is done kissing her, I can see her eyes casting about blindly in the darkness, searching for her mask, no doubt. I hand it to her and help her put it back on.
“How do you feel?” I ask her. “Better?”
“Better,” she agrees. Then her face flushes dark beneath her mask, and she adds: “For now.”
“Fear not,” I tell her. “Ghorak and I will help you all night long if necessary.”
I do not know if the Grangorian has the stamina for that, but he certainly offers no objections. A quick glance at his cock tells me it won’t be softening any time soon. Neither will mine. Jean reaches out and finds us in the darkness, clutching our hard shafts, stroking us with tiny hands.
“If necessary…?” she whispers.
Her blush deepens, but now it is joined by a sultry smile.
“…I think it might be.”