Chapter 39 Jean
Venim’s serpentine tongue slithers between my legs, wet and wild, the sensations muted only slightly by the thin membrane of his rubbery blue secretion, which is still clinging to my crotch and inner thighs.
My pussy throbs. My bladder pangs. I drop my hands onto Venim’s head and clutch at his hair with a desperate whine.
“Hurry!” I beg him. “Please hurry!”
Scaled hands climb the backs of my thighs and clutch my ass, pulling me harder against the alien’s grunting face, allowing him to tongue me even more deeply.
A breeze swirls through the empty crater where I’m standing, tickling the tips of my breasts, which are still wet and tingling from his mouth.
Shameful noises fill my throat, but I do my best to choke them back.
The rim of the crater provides some semblance of privacy, but I can still hear the voices of the alien thugs milling around outside, and I know they will hear me too if I make too much noise.
For a moment, I think of Scythro and Ghorak, and I wonder if they’re okay. I wonder if Scythro has managed to cut through his shackles yet. I wonder if—
Oh God!
The substance covering my pussy is starting to dissolve, and now Venim’s tongue is gliding against me without any separation.
I can feel him in even greater detail than before, feel his rough papillae rubbing between my labia, feel his forked tip tickling at my entrance.
I hiss and dig my nails into his scalp, attempting to steer him, failing.
“Not there,” I hiss. “Not there…”
But Venim ignores my pleas and pushes his tongue inside me, thrusting it in and out of me like a sinuous, undulating cock.
His split tip flutters against my spot, tickling me there.
Then it pushes deeper, licking my cervix.
Within seconds, I’m on the verge of climaxing.
My inner muscles become shivery and weak.
My bladder is an overfilled water balloon, ready to burst.
“Stop it!” I gasp. “Please stop…”
Venim utters a muffled word that sounds like a refusal. I feel it rumble up inside me. My hips rock, grinding my pussy harder against his infuriating face. I glare down into his solid blue eyes as his tongue continues fucking me, fast and angry and wet.
“If you don’t stop right now,” I growl. “I’m going to piss all over you.”
He releases me with a wicked laugh, and my legs go out from under me, suddenly weak as my unfinished orgasm fades like a ghost inside me.
I nearly fall flat on my ass, but somehow I catch myself instead, shifting into a crouch.
Venim stands up and folds his muscular arms in front of his bare chest, staring.
The seconds tick past.
“I thought you had to go,” Venim says, sounding annoyed.
I scowl up at him.
“I do have to go, I just can’t do it with you watching me.”
“Why not?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
Venim looks genuinely perplexed. “Human, I have already seen you naked, and you have seen me. I have painted your flesh with my gleth, and I have licked your mammaries and your genitals. I see no reason for your embarrassment.”
I could point out that he did all those things against my will, but somehow I don’t think that’s going to get through to him.
He’s a Znthian, the same species as the Emperor who conquered Earth and claimed me as a sex slave.
I don’t think these guys have much of an understanding of things such as rights, privacy, or personal space in general.
“Can you please just not look?” I ask.
“Negative, human. You are a valuable commodity. I must keep you safe. I will not take my eyes away from you until I have delivered you to my master. However, I may be able to expedite the situation…”
Venim did not put his armor back on after removing it at our previous campsite.
Now, the only thing he’s got on, aside from his scabbard and boots, are a pair of tight leather pants.
As I watch with a flutter of fearful anticipation, his hands drop to the front of those pants, and his fingers start unfastening the laces.
“What are you…?”
I don’t finish the question, and Venim doesn’t have to answer. It’s already obvious what he’s got in mind. He hefts his cock out of the fly of his pants and lets it dangle in front of him, not hard, but still heavy and huge.
Then he starts to piss.
“You certainly don’t have a problem watching me,” he says.
And I realize he’s right. I’ve been staring at his dick for way too long, and way too hard. I should probably turn my face away, but instead I find myself lifting my gaze to his smug, orange face.
A staring match ensues.
The wet sound of his stream hitting the ground relaxes something inside me, and a moment later, my own flow begins. Relief washes over me as my bladder finally lets go, but I do my best to keep the emotion off my face as my eyes stay locked with his.
It’s only at the very end, as an involuntary shiver runs through my body, that I lose my nerve and drop my gaze, a hot blush of embarrassment filling my cheeks.
“Damn,” Venim chuckles as he shakes the last few drops from the end of his dick. “You really did have to go, didn’t you?”
I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.
Instead, I reach for my bodysuit, which lies in a little heap on the ground beside me.
“Hey,” Venim says. “What are you doing?”
I freeze.
“Getting dressed,” I answer. “What does it look like?”
“I need to seal you first.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he growls, gesturing toward the side of the crater.
“Those men out there are hardened criminals, Jean. Murderers and rapists of the worst sort, and most of them haven’t seen a female in a long, long time.
I must take the appropriate measures to protect your pussy.
Now shut up and spread your legs like a good little human. ”
I would love to talk back, but the weapon strapped across his back gives me pause. My butt is still tender from the spanking he gave me this morning. I don’t want a repeat performance.
So I do the only other thing I can.
I lie back on the dirty ground, naked and trembling, and I spread my legs for him.
“Good human,” Venim says.
When I look at him between my open thighs, I discover that his cock is still in his hand, but it isn’t flaccid anymore. It’s sticking straight out from his pelvis, rock hard and pulsing with arousal. He strokes it slowly as he steps forward and kneels in front of me.
“Such a gorgeous little pussy,” he murmurs. “We have to keep it safe.”
He lowers his head and licks me there.
“Such a gorgeous, delicious pussy.”
Another lick. And another. His tongue feels warm and wet against my sensitive skin.
“I thought you were going to seal me,” I whisper.
“I am,” he says between laps of his tongue. “But first I want you completely clean.”
This time he is slower about it, gentler even, not necessarily less hungry, but far more controlled. He starts with the stains on my inner thighs and slowly works his way inward, kissing and licking my outer labia, then the inner, my clitoris, my hole, everything.
His saliva drips down the back part of me, and I can feel it washing away the stuff there too, even though he doesn’t lick me there.
Once my outsides are completely clean, his tongue enters me, and he starts on my insides again.
“I think you’ve already got everything,” I whisper between gasps.
Venim’s reply is too muffled for my translator to work with, but I’m pretty sure it’s something along the lines of “shut up.”
His tongue slides in and out of me again, more slowly than before, more sensuous.
It’s not as thick as a cock, but it flexes and undulates inside me, stimulating places simple thrusting could never reach, places I didn’t even know existed until now.
The climax that we left unfinished a few minutes before comes looming back like a storm inside me, big and dark and scary.
“Venim, stop it,” I whine. “You’re going to make me come.”
He doesn’t even waste time with a response. Not a verbal one, anyway. He just presses his face between my legs a little harder and licks me even more deeply.
I tilt my head and look at him. Beyond the blue iridescence of his mane and the flexing orange muscles of his back and shoulders, I can see the twin mounds of his buttocks moving up and down in long, steady strokes, and I know that he is thrusting into his fist with a slow cadence that matches the thrusting of his tongue.
I can see the tension building inside him, even as I feel it building inside me, and I know we’re both going to reach the finish line at the same time.
“Come for me,” I hear myself beg. “Please come for me.”
He does, and so do I, the two of us both releasing in unison, moaning and grunting through our twin climaxes, shuddering and quaking together.
Even though I can’t see it, I can hear his orgasm coming out of him, hitting the ground beneath him in sticky, wet splats.
And then I can smell it too, pungent and dirty, a scent more animal than man.
I can only imagine how my orgasm smells to him, how it tastes.
When it’s finally over, Venim’s tongue slides from my body, giving my clitoris a final farewell flick on its way out. Then he raises himself up into a kneeling position and surveys the wet mess between my legs.
“Much better,” he says. “Now you’re ready to be sealed again.”
His cock is still fully hard, and he continues to stroke it. The ghost of a smirk shades the corner of his mouth.
“You’re not going to scream like last time, are you? We don’t want the others to hear.”
“Wouldn’t worry about that, boss.”
The reply doesn’t come from my mouth. It comes from above. Venim and I both look up in unison—me with a gasp, him with a growl.
The aliens under his command are all standing around the upper rim of the crater.
Their eyes are gleaming with violence and lust.