Chapter 28
Survii
Ah, Survii had discovered ultimate beauty.
It was his female spread out before him like a feast, her skirt around her waist, her little panties already getting damp from her eagerness for his tongue. She was leaning back on her hands, legs open, pretty cunt waiting.
But he was in no hurry. He wanted to savor this.
Slowly, purposefully, he lowered himself and pressed his face into her mound, breathing deep of her intoxicating scent. He felt her heat. Her wetness on his lips through the thin fabric. His tongue darted out quickly to taste it.
This was the famous human female he had heard so much gossip about. Somehow, the rumors had failed to appropriately prepare him.
Her scent was rich and full and mouthwatering. Tempting him in. Beckoning him forward. The sweet scent of a trap luring insects to their doom. It was a death he would meet happily if it meant his head was crushed between these equally strong and soft thighs.
But the flavor? Indescribable. He groaned just from that brief taste. He shivered as his eyes closed and he focused fully on everything about her, flooding his senses. It was like her scent, but better. Even more consuming.
She whimpered and his eyes opened, looking up at her over her mound. He didn’t know when he started growling, but the sound was rumbling through his lips, right against hers, and it was making her tremble.
He grinned and licked along the crotch of her panties with a broad, flat tongue. Catching more of her taste. Teasing her. His fingers followed after, pressing against her lips. Exploring her through the fabric – her softness, her heat, her ever spreading wetness.
Then, just to continue to delay his own gratification, he slid one finger under the line of her panties and slowly slid it down her outer lips, then pushed it past them and swept upwards again.
He couldn’t stop the deepening of his growl as he felt the slickness of the inner membranes. Just imagining how that silky softness would feel against his cock nearly made him come. As it was, his cock was so hard it hurt.
But this wasn’t about him. It was about her.
His finger reached the top of her slit and she suddenly let out a squeak, her entire body starting as though she had been shocked.
Alanna was not his first alien female. He knew well how to look for differences. And when he slowly twirled his finger around that same spot, he was rewarded with a proper cry as she dropped back onto her elbows.
Interesting. She had a sensitive spot on the outside. That would make this easier. And a lot more fun for him. Like playing a game with an advantage.
“Lift your hips for me, beautiful,” he said, pulling his hands away and grabbing her panties.
She used him as leverage to lift herself, allowing him to slide them off and down her legs. The brief moment her thighs were forced to close so he could was a travesty.
He brought the damp panties to his nose and took in another breath as she opened back for him without any prompting. She watched with slightly parted lips. He made sure to keep her gaze as he slid the underwear into his pocket.
She didn’t fight him for the prize. She wouldn’t have won anyway. He wouldn’t even have bothered to fight as he was already focused back on her body.
Her little slit was plump and heated with blood. And when he used his fingers to pull the lips apart, he was rewarded with a lovely pink and red and brown flower that made his mouth water.
“Ah, vi Vitralai,” he growled, just barely brushing his lips over hers. “I wish I had you back in my room on the ship. I have so many toys I could play with.”
“Toys?” She repeated, as though confused. Just as he preferred her. He wanted her brain completely empty. He wanted her just as lost in him as he became in her.
“Many toys,” he confirmed, using his fingers again to softly massage the outer lips. Deliberately ignoring the more sensitive inner flesh as he slowly built her pleasure. “I have this little vibrating bead that would fit perfectly over this little bead here.”
He bent low and pressed a kiss to the engorged flesh. She jumped again. Refusing to touch it was making it more sensitive as she became more desperate. Survii loved these games, and he was a patient male. The climax would be all the better for the anticipation.
He licked down, finding her hole. Then frowned.
“So small,” he murmured, concern now flaring as one finger teased around her nub. “Vi Vitralai, do you stretch? I don’t think you’re going to be able to take me if you don’t.”
“I… I…” She was losing herself. Unable to think of a proper response.
“That’s okay. I’ll find out for myself. And I have toys for stretching too. They’re meant for the other hole.” Still teasing her clit, he used another finger to tease at her back entrance.
She cried out, jumping. Not entirely from pleasure, her eyes widening with surprise.
“The concept should still be the same though,” he continued, both fingers teasing as he examined her cunt. It was starting to pulse and throb. “Let’s see how you stretch on your own first, shall we?”
He thrust his tongue into her without another word of warning. As deep as it would go. The speed and suddenness, in complete contrast with the slow teasing of his fingers, made her cry out as her hips bucked upward.
Sensitive. He loved it. Her reactions as he thrust in and out. Taking as much of her juices as he could. Drowning himself in it. His tongue curled upward on one such pass, and she nearly came up off the table.
Another little sensitive spot. What other secrets was his female hiding?
Pulling his tongue free, he switched places with his fingers. He let two of the digits stretch her open as his tongue flicked and lapped at her pleasure nub. His other finger pressed into her back hole at the same time he closed his lips over the nub and sucked.
She screamed, fluid gushing out on the fingers he was thrusting into her cunt, curling upward to tickle that little spot on her inner wall.
He didn’t stop. He redoubled his efforts. His fingers alternating thrusting between the two holes as his tongue learned exactly how her little nub liked to be teased and caressed. Her fingers grabbed his hair and pulled as her thighs clenched at his head and her hips bucked up against his face.
She came again, but this time she screamed his name. He pressed a third finger into her cunt. He teased her ass with a second. She babbled something he couldn’t understand, her hands trying to pull him away even as her hips thrust herself closer.
Perfect. Beautiful. Head empty, body desperate, leaking for him.
It took her longer to come a third time, but the investment was worth it to see her eyes roll back and her entire body go completely taut as her hands desperately beat at his head. Telling him without words that it was too sensitive. That he had to stop. Because he had robbed her of speech.
Survii, feeling rather smug and pleased with himself, even if his cock and knot ached painfully at being ignored, sat back in the chair.
He cleaned her cunt juices off his fingers as he enjoyed the show of her body continuing to twitch with residual shocks from the climaxes, her chest heaving with desperate breaths, her mouth moving but not making words.
The only thing that would have made it better would have been his seed leaking down her crack and soothing the slight stretch in her little asshole.
Krik, he couldn’t handle it.
Standing, he ripped the button of his jeans off as he yanked them open and pulled out his cock. He aimed it right at her little cunt as he desperately jerked the shaft. Her eyes were focused on it, her teeth biting her lip.
She spread her legs further. Inviting him to continue.
It didn’t take long. Tasting her had driven him right to the edge.
In seconds, his own climax slammed into him with choked roar as his hips jerked, fucking his fist as his seed splashed against her outer lips, her mound, her lower belly.
He squeezed his knot, desperate to try to simulate what it would be like buried inside her, prompting more jets to strike her belly.
Alanna kept her eyes on him as she lowered her hands and spread his essence all over her skin. Rubbing his scent and seed into her. Down. Over her lips. Into her slit. She pushed her fingers inside her hole even though it made her wince. Still too sensitive.
But the sight prompted another wave of pleasure in him. Seeing her spread his seed like that was everything. That was right where it belonged. He shouldn’t have wasted it on her skin. It was an insult to her. It deserved to be inside her, always.
He released his dick and grabbed her skirt. He pulled her dress back down, trapping his seed against her skin.
“Mine,” he growled, pressing his hand against her belly.
Alanna hesitated only a moment, but nodded her agreement.