24. Exploration Part 2
24
Exploration Part 2
" Y ou quit touching me, little zixxit." Zharrox's big hand explored his own muscular chest lazily. I tried to swallow, my mouth suddenly dry.
He was so freaking hot, but I had to know. Twirling a lock of hair around my finger, I could feel my skin reddening. "Um, Zharrox?" I hated the squeaky sound of my voice. I was a scientist, a biologist for heaven's sake! I could do this .
I nearly lost my nerve when he moved closer to me again and stroked a finger from my cheek, down my jaw, and to my collar bone. "You are changing color again, my k'thiri. What does this mean?"
Glancing down to break our gaze, I saw the whole expanse of my naked torso had turned red with my embarrassment…which…of course, made me more embarrassed. I took a step back trying to cross my arms over my naked breasts, embarrassed at my outburst, but Zharrox followed. His hard body pressed against mine forcing my arms down as his tentacles began slow caresses of my back and sides and his big hands stroked my hair. "What is wrong, Nova? Do you not have the same need for me as I do for you?"
"No! That's not it at all." I practically shouted the denial as my eyes flew up to meet his kaleidoscope eyes. "It's just…I have a question."
"Ask me anything," Zharrox answered, his voice as smooth as warm honey sliding across my skin.
"Well, human males have an organ, a very important one actually, um, that they use to, uh, mate with. During sexual arousal, the brain sends signals via the nervous system that release nitric oxide in the penile tissue. This nitric oxide causes smooth muscle relaxation and arterial dilation, leading to increased blood flow into the corpora cavernosa. As the erectile tissue fills with blood, the penis becomes rigid, and venous compression helps maintain the erection. So I was wondering…" I trailed off, realizing I was again doing the scientific rambling I did when I was nervous.
I pulled in a deep breath through my nose and let it out of my mouth. "Anyway, I was wondering if there is an anatomical equivalent in your species?"
My fingers played with the smooth scales at the top of his shoulders as I waited for the answer. If this completely killed the mood, I was going to hurl myself out of an airlock. I could have just gone with the flow like a normal person and waited to see what happened. I…
My self-castigation was interrupted by a definitely amused Zharrox. "Yes, my little zixxit. We have something similar, but it stays in its pouch until it is needed." He shook his head in what I thought was disbelief. "Your males have this important appendage outside their bodies all the time? This does not seem like a good design, or is it not as sensitive as our praxirs?"
My hand partially covered the smile that grew at his very seriously dismayed tone. Males were more alike than they were different it seemed. "I have to agree, but that's the way they are designed," I offered.
Tension broken, two of his tentacles dipped lower to caress the globes of my ass over the pants Grixxa had given me to wear. As one dipped between my cleft, I shuddered and wondered if he would understand what the wetness pooling there signified. Underwear was apparently a concept not understood by these aliens, so I was bare underneath the thin synthetic material.
I jumped a bit when I suddenly felt suction along my lower lips, like hundreds of mouths sucking then releasing in turn. Holy hell! More suckers! I may have forgotten how to breathe for a moment. By all the galaxy suns! If he didn't have a cock, it might not even matter with these magical tentacles of his.
Zharrox refocused my attention when he nuzzled my neck, bringing that wicked tongue back out to play, swirling over the little nips he placed with his sharp teeth. When his little fangs wrapped around my earlobe and bit down, a moan escaped from deep in my chest.
Zharrox's tongue darted out to surround my ear lobe as his nostrils flared. "Do you like that, my k'thiri? I smell something…delectable coming from you." His suction cups moved closer and closer to the swelling and pulsing bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I writhed against his tentacle, silently begging him to move just a little deeper. My clit throbbed and I felt the rise of tension in my body already getting close to dropping me off the edge of the abyss. Just one suck from one of those cups in the right place and I would—
His tentacles suddenly disappeared from my body, and he took a step back causing my nipples to pebble even harder with the sudden loss of heat. "Don't stop," I begged through my panting breaths.
Zharrox flashed his white teeth at me and, if I wasn't mistaken, his extremely sharp canines had slightly lengthened. Was he an alien vampire? I decided to ignore that rabbit hole of questions for now. For now, I simply needed his body touching mine again.
My frustration was forgotten when Zharrox kicked off his large boots and his hand moved toward the front of his leather-like pants. I licked my lips and tried to slow my breathing as my eyes locked on that big four-fingered hand as it waved over the closure of his pants.
The fabric magically peeled back highlighting the V of his hips to expose a double ridgeline of dark purple bioluminescent nodules where his cock should be. The lights pulsed slowly, languidly, like it was an effort to turn off and on. Just before the leather hit the ground at his feet, I saw the middle of the ridge part, just a little, and something almost black poking out.
"Do you like what you see, little zixxit? It is not too strange for you?" His hand trailed over the hard ridges of his lower abdominal muscles, fingers just brushing the top of the ridges surrounding that opening that continued to widen.
I licked my suddenly dry lips. "Ummm…no?" I purposely avoided looking up into Zharrox's eyes when a sound that translated as a chuckle came from him. The sound vibrated in my chest even though we remained several steps apart.
"I want to see you too, my k'thiri," Zharrox rumbled.
Dragging my eyes from my fascinated focus on that vertical ridge at the base of his muscular belly, I found him standing with his arms crossed over his chest which seemed even broader over his lean, bared hips. His lips quirked in an amused grin, while his kaleidoscope eyes raked up and down my half-naked body.
"You want…"
Two tentacles wrapped around my hips and settled their grip on my ass before I was pulled closer to him again. I stumbled to a stop directly in front of his deep purple chest. The tip of another one of his dexterous appendages dipped below the waistband of my pants and circled my waist. My breath hitched at the light touch on the sensitive skin on my belly.
"This is what you want, yes?" Zharrox whispered in my ear. I wondered if his breath had left him as well and a whisper was all he could manage.
"Yes." The word was breathy and soft.
His tentacles hit the button on the front of my pants that opened the closure there and wiggled the tips of his tentacles into the material, sliding it from my hips. My breath hitched and my palms ran up the ridges on his sides causing the lit nodes there to flare bright and speed up. As I continued to explore the valleys and sharp ridges of his body, an intoxicating scent assailed my nose and when I dropped my gaze to follow the smell.
To my shock, two thin ropes of purple flesh escaped the now fully open pouch and reached toward me. My eyes widened and I started to lean back away from this new physical surprise but then I saw what they were unraveling from. This must be what he called his praxir—or what I'd call a huge cock.
At least that's what I thought it was. It was like nothing else I had ever seen with spiral ridges that flowed down his entire, very considerable length and where this third set of smaller tentacles must live when not in use. The wide head was a deep purple, not unexpectedly, but its cap was adorned with small, anemone-like structures that moved erratically as if searching for their next meal.
That was intriguing enough to the tiny portion of my science brain that was still functional, but I lost all logical thought when the skin covered in the cilia structures slowly peeled back to reveal the large head that widened as it came out of hiding. Five small suction cups that matched the bigger ones I had experienced earlier formed a circle at the end and pulsed open and closed as I watched. I swallowed trying not to panic over the width of his head or all the writhing and sucking parts that made up his praxir.
An "oh, my" escaped my lips as I watched, enthralled, as his cock swelled even more—the sea anemone head engorged further and began to weep a black, iridescent fluid. The scent intensified and I found myself licking my lips, suddenly desperate to taste that shiny liquid on my tongue and have those writhing appendages tickle my mouth.
Before I could pull away to investigate further, Zharrox's newly emerged tentacles sprang into action. One curled around my thigh, gently guiding my leg to encircle his hip. Another tendril caressed the small of my back, steadying me as his hands cupped the lobes of my ass and lifted me effortlessly. With a sudden, fluid motion, he lifted me, his tentacles supporting my weight as he carried me to the bed
"Mmmm, your scent consumes me. I cannot wait to find out what you hide under these clothes." Zharrox's voice was barely recognizable through my translator. It was deep and hard, the device losing many of his deep vibrating sounds in translation.
The next thing I knew, I was naked, splayed out before him on the bed like an experiment. His eyes followed his exploring hands from my neck to my toes. I writhed under his intense gaze needing more—more of his mouth, more of his touch, and definitely more of that fascinating praxir.
As if hearing my silent plea, all his appendages roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, exploring places I hadn't known could feel such pleasure. The sensation was almost overwhelming but I still wanted more.
"Zharrox," I moaned as I found purchase on the frills over his ears and pulled him up to my needy mouth. He worked his way up my body and took my mouth, his clever tongue engaging mine again. My pussy quivered at the thought of what that tongue could do if he used it just right. My sex suddenly clenched as an orgasm unexpectedly overcame me.
I cried out and could feel the sudden slickness at the apex of my thighs where his hard abdominal muscles rocked against me.
Zharrox's answering growl reverberated to my very core. "By all the stars, little one. I cannot maintain my control with your sounds and scents surrounding me."
His forehead rested against my shoulder where he breathed heavily, trying to gather himself. I responded with my own groan, embarrassment that he could smell my arousal quickly diminishing. His tentacles, all six of them, tightened around me, pulling me even closer, until we were practically one flesh. Unrecognizable touches and vibrations overwhelmed my slick folds and my lungs had trouble expanding--but I couldn't find the will to care.
Zharrox finally pushed up on his elbows, his appendages unraveling from me. The cool fabric of the blanket on the bed contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from his body, adding another layer to the pleasure my flesh was already consumed with. The sensation of his scales against my skin was electric, and I arched into him, needing more.
His eyes never left min mine as he spoke again in his low vibrating voice. "Nova, I must taste you, my little zixxit. Is that something your kind does?"
I could feel the heat rush to my face with the direct question. "Umm…yes?" I hated the small quiver that found its way into my voice. "Sometimes."
"Thank the moons!" With a growl of approval, he captured my mouth in another searing kiss, his hands and tentacles returning to their exploration as he began a slow descent down my body. The room seemed to spin around us, the only reality the feel of his body against mine, the taste of his kiss, the sound of our mingled breaths.
His forked tongue traced a path down my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through me, and his hands cupped my breasts, the rough texture of his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch. He growled, his ridges pulsing with a deep, molten red. "I enjoy all the sounds you make, doctor. Our females are not so vocal."
His tongue encircled a nipple and squeezed causing one of the noises to appear right on cue." A chuckle came from the alien's throat as he continued his quest down my body.
But before his mouth rested on the singular focus of my current consciousness, he rested one of my feet on his broad shoulder before licking and sucking on the thin skin over the bone of my ankle.
I writhed on the bed sure I would melt into a puddle any moment. Holy hell! Who knew your ankle was an erogenous zone? A loud moan escaped my lips as his hot, bifurcated tongue began tasting my calf, the back of my knee, my inner thighs. Glancing down my body, I watched as his face stopped at the apex of my thighs.
He inhaled and a visible shudder ran through him, while his ridges began to light up in alternating purple and red up all over his muscled body. I felt more than heard the inhuman rumble that emanated from his chest.
"Mine," I thought he snarled before diving into my needy, wet heat. When his tongue swiped me from my core to my clit feeling like warm honey over my overly sensitized flesh, my hands fisted the blanket in a death grip, and my hips bucked. The exquisite heat and roughness of his tongue as well as each side taking a separate side of my inner lips took all the sensations he was evoking in my body to an entirely different level.
My fingers found their way to the soft frills above his ear holes, trying to find a way to pull him even closer, grinding toward his face. Hair would have been really handy right then.
Rather than give in to my demand, however, he pulled back slightly and turned his brightly glowing gold crystalline eyes to my pussy as if it was the rarest trinket in the universe. Who knew? Maybe it was since human's hadn't been seen here before.
A thumb, then two, parted my folds as he studied me. I squirmed under his perusal and opened my mouth to protest when one of those magical tentacles entered me. It slid in and then expanded, the suction cups opening and closing as it went deeper. When one of them gave a hard suck on my G-spot, my hips launched off the bed and I cried out in pleasure.
Zharrox apparently didn't understand my euphoria, however, as the tentacle quickly left my channel causing me to cry out again in dismay.
When my eyes opened and fixed on his, his ridges were growing orange. Shit . "Did I hurt you my little zixxit? I am sorry. It is only I wanted to know where this delectable nectar comes from. I…"
Almost snarling in frustration, I reached out and wrapped a hand around the tentacle that hovered over my belly and pulled it back toward my needy opening. "Put it back," I demanded, astonished at my audacity.
His full lips quirked up on one side, flashing a fang, as he quickly fulfilled my demand. I fell back on the bed and groaned in deep satisfaction. Growling like the creature he was, his mouth joined his exploring, sucking tentacles and devoured me with animalistic hunger; like he was a starving man, and I was a feast placed in front of him.
A scrape of scales pushed my thighs open impossibly wide and had my breath hitching as the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. His wicked tongue somehow found my hard, swollen clit and wrapped around it, squeezing the bundle until I forgot how to breath. I needy whimper escaped my lips and when his fang scraped over the engorged bead and I screamed his name. Every muscle in my body locked and I exploded into a million tiny pieces.
Like the tiny crystals in Zharrox's eyes, brilliant golden lights shattered my vision as my body pulsed and writhed under his tongue and teeth and tentacles. He drew out my bliss until I begged him to stop, my body wrung out with ecstasy and with no more substance than heated honey. His tongue swiped around my oversensitive clit once more before he inhaled once again, his ridges back to a pulsing deep red. "Fascinating and delicious."
The words vibrated over my still throbbing pussy, and I shivered with unexpected desire. After the orgasm he just gave me, I thought I'd never come again, but when he looked up at me between my parted thighs, I almost fell over the edge once more seeing the predatory and possessive look in his glowing eyes. In that moment, he was every bit the fearsome alien pirate guarding his treasure. And, apparently, that treasure was me.
"Zharrox," I moaned, my fingers stroking his heated skin. "Please."
"Your wish is my command, little hu-man." He began creeping back up my body, that lovely, naughty tentacle remaining in my still pulsing pussy, mild suction playing up and down my slick channel. I breathed through my nose trying to calm my heart and breathing as Zharrox tasted every inch of my flushed skin again.
Finally, he returned to my mouth again, his kiss feeling as needy as my pussy. I felt the hard length of him playing against my swollen, sensitized lips. I smiled against his lips as some of the tiny, writhing appendages of his head tickled my clit. His head popped up to meet my eyes, his brown ridges furrowed.
"Our males don't have, um, extra moving bits on their, uh, male appendages. It tickles." Sexy explanation, Nova . I shot myself an internal eye roll.
But Zharrox simply cocked his head at me, then shook it. "Human males have many deficits, it appears. It is a wonder your species has survived if they have so few ways to pleasure their females."
Having just experienced only a taste of what his race had to offer, I couldn't tell him he was wrong, so I ignored the comment and stretched up to nip at his pouting bottom lip. His crystalline irises changed from green to gold once again and his cock grew even larger against my lower lips.
"My praxir needs to experience this tight, hot, channel, my little zixxit." His tentacle wiggled before slowly removing itself from me. Before I could protest, I felt the tickling head part and tiny suction cups exploring the edges of my pussy and I remembered the exposed head I had glimpsed before. The French had gotten one thing right before their civilization crumbled, a really good orgasm was like a little death. With everything Zharrox had to offer, I may succumb to more than a little one.
"I will go slow, my k'thiri. You are so small."
"You won't hurt me. Please, Zharrox. I need all of you." My hand caressed his hard, angled jaw in encouragement. When his eyes locked onto mine, the intensity of his gaze, the raw desire I could recognize there despite our differences, took my breath away.
He raised up on his hands, positioning himself above me. I tried not to tense as I awaited the large, strange, but so wanted invasion into my body when a voice had both of us jolting up in surprise.
"Captain!" Grixxa's voice sounded strained over the intercom system, nothing like her usually calming tones. "You're needed to the bridge immediately."
Zharrox froze in place, breathing heavily. A growl rumbled from his chest. "What's wrong, Grixxa? I'm busy."
"A ship is trying to lock phasers on us, sir. It looks like the Crimson Claw."
As soon as he heard the name, Zharrox bolted off the bed and began shoving himself back into his pants and boots at a furious rate.
"What is it? What's happening?" I asked, his abrupt and immediate departure from my body scaring me. I worked the blanket around me to cover my sudden coldness—that spread from my skin into my chest as the seconds ticked by.
"The Claw is another pirate ship. A dangerous one." He leveled a steely almost black gaze at me. "Stay here, Nova. No one can get in here that is not on the approved biosignature list unless you admit them. I need to know you're safe."
"But…"
"No!" He threw up a finger at me. "No buts. Stay here! I will let you know what is happening as soon as I can."
He took a step toward the door before turning on his heel, returning to the bed, and planting a hard kiss on my lips. "Stay here," he admonished again before the door spiraled open and he was gone.