Chapter Eight #2
“But to devour you properly, I would like to lick you here.” His digits traced the damp space between her thighs.
“You smell so divine here. This is the part of you that makes my mouth water. I would like to drink the nectar you are making all night.” And his kisses continued down her belly.
Over the fabric of her panties. He licked the fabric over her pouty labia, and she jumped at the sensation, at the forbiddenness of having this huge alien lover so into her that he would literally lap at the panties she was turning into a puddle because of him. “Wetness is a good sign, yes?”
“So good.”
“Am I making you wet, my Sasha?”
“I’ve never been this wet,” she whimpered when he pulled the fabric tight and licked hard at the plump lips that bulged around it.
“You are so small here. I know Dr. Marcus mentioned lubricants would help, but do they really?”
“Uh-huh,” Sasha gasped, eyes closing, breath coming in short puffs as he nuzzled between her pussy lips, and then, almost furtively, pushed her panties to one side to expose her wet, pink secrets.
Gideon made a noise of primal delight, a snarl of joy, a sound that she didn’t know existed but that turned all of her nerve endings into live wires. “My goddess,” he rumbled, and placed his long, flat tongue, covered in tiny bumps, against her slit and lapped.
“Fff...” The word didn’t even come out. It couldn’t.
Sasha knew that girls claimed a guy licking your pussy was the ultimate experience, but she’d never believed it. If a cock and fingers had failed, a tongue was going to fail.
Not Gideon’s tongue.
“Does my tongue please you? Or should it be more like this?” Gideon switched from lapping her to sucking her folds into his mouth—pretty much her entire pussy into his mouth.
“Gideon!” she managed to gasp.
“Wh—”
Sasha didn’t let him finish, didn’t let him ask the question.
She grabbed his mane hard and forced his muzzle back down.
“Suck at the top. The little hard spot, oh God, please... Suck me there?” she begged, not caring if she sounded pathetic.
It was so good. Electrifying. Her toes curled into little points, and her nipples were aching, and she wanted...
She wanted him inside of her.
“You are making a lake for me, my love,” Gideon purred, sucking as commanded.
“And this is your pretty little clit? It’s the sensitive spot, yes, but needs a gentle touch?
” Gideon nuzzled her there, then flicked his sinfully skillful tongue over it, the texture of the tiny raised bumps overloading her senses.
“G-gentle is good. But sucking is better. Moving your head...” Sasha gave up trying to tell Gideon what she wanted and grabbed fistfuls of his mane, directing his head from side to side as he moaned into her center, lapping and sucking in turns.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sasha let out a long, low groan as her thighs clenched around his head.
“Should I stop?”
“No! I want to know... Why is it so good?” Her hips left the mattress and found Gideon’s paws sliding underneath her bottom to pull her closer.
“Because you are so delicious. Like nothing I have ever tasted,” Gideon answered, voice low and floaty, as if he were intoxicated.
“All I’m doing is what you have invited me to do—devour this sweet, beautiful pussy.
Tell me, do you know if they have human women’s clothing on this ship, or the ability to get them? ”
“Uh, yeah. Yes, they mentioned that the clinic would be fully supplied for surrogates, and there is a fabricator on board. Why?”
“Because I will need to replace these.”
Sasha felt Gideon’s sharp claws suddenly against her skin, and then one carefully ran over the slender patch of curly brown hair above her dripping core. Then—snnnick! A single claw came out and slit the side of her panties, leaving her totally bare.
“Ahhh. That’s much better. Now I can do this properly for you, my Queen.”
“That wasn’t properly before?” Sasha demanded as Gideon’s tongue teased around her clit.
“You haven't peaked yet. So... No. But don’t worry. I’m only just starting.”
HE WAS ONLY JUST STARTING, and if he had his way, there would be no ending. Sasha was so sweet and succulent, and every touch he delivered made her sing out in moans, gasps, or (his favorite) frantic cries of his name while her hands massaged his ears or seized his mane.
And then, when she was mewling and rocking her pussy forward so that she could mate his mouth with her dripping center, he grew bold enough to do what he was longing for, and pressed his tongue inside.
Bastet’s sacred name, it was heaven, to feel her completely surrounding him, to taste her and feel her squeezing and spasming, begging for him to keep going.
His cock was out of his trousers now, and his tail sneakily wrapped around it, tugging and working the pink rod while he was buried in her soaking slit.
His tongue was exploring every inch of the space meant for his cock, paving the way for his future entrance—or perhaps not.
Even though he knew he was much larger and more muscular than a human male, and he was doing his best to mimic a cock in terms of thrusting and entering her (encouraged by her frantic, blissful noises, of course), he didn’t seem to be opening her up.
Her walls just closed back around his tongue, embracing him, even squeezing him so tightly that he wondered if he would ever get out.
Then, the tension would relax, and he could slide between the salty-sweet walls easily, lapping and exploring.
Sasha’s hand reached down between her legs, battling past his wide mouth to rub her clit.
He let out a little possessive snarl that surprised him. “I want to deliver your pleasure!”
“I know, but—”
“Please? I can do both.” Eager to prove himself, he shifted his position, lifting her slight weight up with one paw, hips to his mouth like a goblet, his other wide paw on her soft mound, his thumb down on her clit.
The effect was instant. Sasha’s body curled forward, and she held his paw, nails digging in as her hips bucked forward, capturing his tongue.
His name poured out of her mouth as her juice poured into his. “Gideon, Gideon, Gideon!”
He let her down gently, leaving her with a circlet of kisses on her netherlips as they twitched. Gideon scooted up, gathering her close, listening to the way her breathing raced and gradually slowed, stunned by the way she hungrily kissed him and pulled him close.
WHAT WAS that?
No, what the actual fuck was that?
It was good. It was so good, and it was with him, and he wanted to make me cum. He didn’t ask me to “take care of him” first, or later, or at all.
What was that?
I just came. Why do I want to do more?
I’m spoiled, though. Addicted.
And I want to show Gideon that I can give him the same kind of night he gave me.
Gideon stroked Sasha’s hair, her shoulders, his eyes worried. She knew what he was about to ask. Was he good? Did she like it?
He’s been so helpful, so wonderful, and all of this because he was thrown into something he never wanted to be in in the first place. He’ll never have to ask.
“Baby, you were amazing.”
“Baby?” he purred, brow ridges arching up in delighted surprise at her sweet pet name.
“Mm, my King. My sexy Leonid sex god,” she praised, pulling him closer.
“I’ve never felt like that, and I... I think it was because of the man you are, the wonderful, safe person you are.
And the fact that you were like, um. Well.
” Sasha hesitated. She almost wanted to say unhinged. Going crazy on her.
“Starving for a taste of your pussy? Yes, I was. It’s the scent I have been taunted with since our first meeting, only this was its purest, rawest form.
Although,” Gideon ducked his head, giving her a slightly bashful look, “I would not have been so bold if you hadn’t made it so easy, my Queen, and encouraged me, told me how to talk to you.
Nothing I read said that my voice would be so important in pleasing you. ”
Sasha bit her lip and gave him a crooked grin.
She was considering telling Gideon that she hadn’t meant for him to continually describe his thoughts and movements, but since it had made everything incredibly hot—and made her feel as though she wasn’t in for any nasty surprises, she kept her mouth shut and just nodded.
“You’re right. Your mouth was all kinds of useful.
And... And I think it’s my turn to be helpful. ”
“Oh, no, my love!” Gideon quickly captured her, a strong arm around her middle. “You must rest. And rehydrate. And cool off. You are very flushed.”
“And you are very hard. Gideon, you got to study. I want to study, too.” Sasha pressed her hand on his pectorals, now slicked down with his exertion. One little touch set him on his back, eyes wide. “I’ll take good care of you, my King.”
“You mustn’t call me that unless... Unless you will always call me that. I could not bear to earn the title, then lose it,” Gideon moaned as Sasha’s hand wandered to his cock.
“I can do that,” she vowed, ignoring the voice in her head that urged caution.
Don’t promise always. Don’t promise forever.
Why not?
The only way I’d throw away an angel like Gideon is if I had a lobotomy.
Sasha’s eyes finally focused on what her hand was starting to explore.
He was thick and pink, with dark black fur that was sleek and smooth coating the base of his long cock and the heavy sack between his thighs. Her fingers could close around his crown, but as she pushed her hand down, her fingers lost connection.
“These are the spines? They’re not pointy,” Sasha muttered, choosing to focus on the place about six inches down where the smooth, solid skin turned to a softly pebbled surface with little rings of pink nubs that reacted to her touch, seeming to thicken and swell.
“They will swell once they’re inside of you, and that will lock us together so that my— so that pregnancy has a better chance of occurring.”