Chapter 6
Delilah
My back was pressed against the cold metal wall as Dave held me there with his powerful arms. I gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness. His intense and hungry eyes locked onto mine as he tore at the ties on my bodice to get to my bare skin. In this moment, I didn’t care about the dress that hindered us.
“Do you feel okay, sweet girl?” Dave’s low and husky voice asked as he curved one hand around my bare breast while the other held my hips against his.
I nodded, unable to form words. The initial discomfort was fading, replaced by a warm and unfamiliar feeling spreading through my body. I shifted slightly, amazed at how completely he filled me. He also shifted, causing even more pleasure.
“Oh my,” I breathed. It felt so strange yet delicious, like nothing I had ever experienced before.
Dave grinned wickedly. “You enjoy that, don’t you?” He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “This was what your tight little pussy was made for. Made to take me.”
My face flushed bright red at his vulgar words, yet I couldn’t deny the thrill they sent through me. What would my mother think if she could see me now? Her perfect daughter, pressed against a wall by a green alien man, enjoying every moment. The thought made me squirm with both guilt and excitement.
“Look at you, writhing on my cock like a needy little slut,” Dave growled.
I gasped. “Dave! That’s not... I’m not...”
But even as I protested, deep down I knew it was true. I felt needy, sensual, and desperate for more of this incredible pleasure. And it felt liberating to let go of my inhibitions and just enjoy.
“Being a slut isn’t a bad thing,” Dave said, nipping at my neck. “It’s sexy as hell how much you crave it.”
I whimpered, unable to express my desires as explicitly as he did. But Dave seemed to understand.
“Do you want me to fill you up, Lilah?” he asked, his intense golden eyes locked on mine. “Do you want me to pump my cum into you?”
“Yes, please,” I breathed, forcing my hips against his and wondering if it brought him pleasure as well.
Dave’s grin widened. “Such a good girl, asking so nicely.”
He began to move again, his thick member shifting and sliding inside of me. The sensation was overwhelming, like nothing I had ever imagined, his every movement hammering home the fact that he was taking me. His rigid alien shaft slid against a sensitive spot inside of me, building intense pressure within me. I tightened my legs around his hips and gripped his shoulders, surging towards an unknown climax.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dave murmured. “Let me hear those pretty sounds. You feel so good quivering around me.”
His hips ground against mine, hitting a pleasurable spot that made me see stars. I cried out, trying to spread my legs to let him drill deeper.
“There,” he moaned, repeating the motion. “Do you like that?”
“Oh, yes!” All I knew was that I needed more, needed him to move faster and harder. I hooked my ankles around his backside, pulling him closer, and kissed him desperately.
Dave’s wings spread as he braced himself against a mechanical pipe on the ceiling. He was magnificent, like a shimmering emerald statue come to life above me. His hips moved in rough, primal motions, slapping against mine with an urgent rhythm.
“Your pussy is perfect,” he groaned, his golden eyes locked on mine. “So tight and wet for me.”
His praise sent a shiver through me, and my inner walls clenched around him in response. I could feel him swelling inside me, and I wondered if he was close.
“I... I’m...,” I panted, unable to finish my sentence. I didn’t understand the pressure building, but I knew I needed to chase release, but I wasn’t sure how. Grappling desperately at his shoulders, trying to figure out how to pull him closer. My body shook as each thrust bringing me closer to a new and addictive sensation.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Be a good girl and let go,” he growled, his hands roughly gripping my breasts, freeing them from my tattered bodice. My back arched as my breasts sprang free, and I cried out in ecstasy.
Dave growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me and setting my nerves ablaze. His pace quickened, and I met him thrust for thrust, grinding my hips against his. The pressure built, unstoppable and wild. His hands gripped my bottom, squeezing and kneading the taut muscles as he slammed into me.
The lounge blurred, the sounds of the ship fading away. All that mattered was the delicious friction between us, our bodies moving together in an ancient dance. Sweat beaded on both our skins, making us slick as we melted into one another.
“Fuck, Lilah,” Dave panted in my ear. “You feel so damn nice.”
His words only fueled my desire further. I felt my climax building like a storm on the distant horizon. I dug my nails into Dave’s back, urging him on. The world around us disappeared as pleasure overtook me, a white-hot wave crashing over me and pulling me under. I shuddered and trembled in his arms; my inner walls spasmed around him. I cried out, the sound echoing off the metal walls of the ship.
“Ah, that’s right,” he groaned. “You’re so perfect, so tight. I’m going to...”
His words trailed off as he thrust a few more times, each movement sending shockwaves through me. I felt him swell inside me, and then a flood of warmth filled me as he found his release. The sensation was indescribable, and I clung to him, trembling, knowing that I’d pleased him.
We stood there for a moment, both of us breathing heavily. I was relaxed and satisfied in a way I had never experienced before. Dave’s forehead rested against mine, his breath warm on my face.
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat behind Dave.
Dave’s wings instantly enveloped me, shielding me from view. We both turned our heads to see Zarath standing there, regarding us with piercing silvery-purple eyes.
“You’re an idiot, Lonoa,” Zarath said, his tone clipped and formal.
To my surprise, Dave just laughed. “Noted,” he replied casually.
I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. What must Zarath think of me now? But before I could dwell on it further, Zarath turned away, but not before I spotted something.
My heart raced as I whispered, “I think... I think Zarath might be experiencing... you know.” I couldn’t bring myself to say the word ‘erection’, but I gestured vaguely downward to where we were still joined. “Do you think he... wants... things, too?”
A low chuckle rumbled from Dave’s chest as he leaned in and nipped my ear. “Do you want that, baby girl? Do you still need to be fucked?”
“I don’t... what?” As I struggled to protest, my body betrayed me, a surge of warmth flooding my core as I imagined being with both of them.
“Mm, I’ll take that as a yes.” To my surprise, Dave turned to Zarath’s retreating back and called out, “Hey Zarath! Want to clean up the mess I made in her pussy? I bet Delilah tastes delicious right now.”
I gasped, scandalized yet intrigued. My inner walls involuntarily fluttered around Dave’s softening member, and a blush rushed to my cheeks. How could he say such a thing? And why did it make me feel so aroused?
Dave turned back to me, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. His golden eyes sparkled with amusement as he said, “Oh, the little slut wants that.”
Again, I tried to protest, but no words came out. Dave might have been right.
Zarath paused at the doorway and set down a bag he had been carrying. Without saying a word, he left the room. Overwhelmed by conflicting emotions of shame, excitement, and curiosity, I buried my face in Dave’s chest.
His arms wrapped around me, offering comfort and support. Gently, he guided me to my feet and began to fix my disheveled clothing.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured softly. He leaned down to pick up Zarath’s bag. “Sorry I ripped your dress, but the shower room is just through this door. Do you think Zarath brought us towels?”
“You think he anticipated that we’d need a shower?” I yelped.
Dave laughed, peeking into the bag. “No. Looks like Zarath left something just for you. Why don’t you look?”
I padded over to the bag, my legs still shaky. Opening it, I gasped in surprise. “Clothes!” I exclaimed, pulling out a soft, silky pair of pants that looked about the right size, and a matching shirt. “He gathered clothes for me? Where did he get women’s clothes?”
“Probably one of the human women on our crew. You’ll have to meet them all! Hana’s the only one on board right now, but Mags is around a lot, too. And Lucky is the wife of our bosses. Perhaps he hunted high and low until he found something that fit.”
“He must have.” I smiled and tucked the clothing back into the bag, then held it against the torn part of my bodice. The gesture touched me deeply. Despite his gruff exterior, it seemed the Chokreini had a caring side, after all. “That was... unexpectedly kind of him.”
“Don’t forget — he wasn’t kidnapping you earlier. He thought you were about to overdose on a dangerous drug.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “If you say so.”
Dave took a step closer, his wings rustling softly. “Speaking of getting cleaned up... would you like me to show you how the showers work?”
My breath caught. The way he said it, combined with the heated look in his eyes, made it clear this wouldn’t be a simple tour of the facilities. Cheeks flushed, I nodded.
“Just for practical reasons, of course,” I said.
“Of course.”