Visha #3
“You will trust me,” he says. “While I reward you for escaping a life that wasn’t serving you well. For being brave enough to say goodbye to the things that were dragging you down instead of lifting you up.”
“You will…how…?”
“Like this.” He coils the rope around my wrists, harnessing me to the pole. It is tight but not uncomfortable and definitely secure.
A thrill goes through me, but at the same time I am uneasy. What does he intend to do to me? Are those cocks going in…now?
“Do not fear me.” He captures my cheeks in his palms. “I will never hurt you, this is only pleasure?”
I swallow and nod.
Slowly he slips down my left bra strap, and then the right. The cups fall forward and then he removes my bra, dropping it to the floor forgotten.
The air hits my nipples and they tighten and twist further. “Oh…Athos…I…”
“My love,” he murmurs and then presses his lips to mine.
It’s another deep soulful kiss and I open up and let him in. His tongue strokes mine and his hands roam up and down my arms as though learning my shape.
I am pressed into the pole, it’s in perfect alignment with my spine, and held there, surrendered to him.
I curl my toes on the soft flooring and moan as our bodies melt together. His bare chest is up against mine, so solid and strong and possessive.
“I have dreamed of this day,” he murmurs and draws his hands down, over my armpits and around the outer curves of my breasts. “This day of getting to know you…the Earth woman who will be a saviour to me and our planet.”
“A saviour?”
“Yes, that is your destiny, not dancing around a pole in Las Vegas. But here, with me, happy, cared for, and satisfied.”
His words settle in me, they are ones I have longed to hear. Happy, cared for, satisfied. “I…I would like that.”
“You will like everything about this.” He pulls back and looks down at my breasts. My nipples are rose pink, small, but very sensitive.
“Planet Hade women could have small orgasms when their nipples were stimulated,” he says, “Nothing like I witnessed you experience yesterday, they were not that lucky, but they had what evolution gave them and knew of nothing else.”
I nod. “I see.”
“Can you? Orgasm through your breasts?”
“No, I don’t think so, or I never have.”
“That is what I thought.” He licks his lips, the bottom one and then each corner. “Evolution gave us males something to help our mates,” he says. “I hope you will enjoy it too.”
“What? I…oh…” My eyes widen, his tongue is forked at the end, like a snake’s. It wasn’t like that before, heck, I just had it in my mouth, dancing with mine. It was perfectly normal. “Athos,” I manage. “What the…?”
“We are different, you know that. Just embrace it.”
The point of his sturdy tail flickers in my peripheral vision.
He strokes his tongue over my cheek.
I hold still. It’s drier than before and I can feel each fork. “I…I don’t know what to…”
“You don’t have to do anything other than trust me.” He cups my left breast, tweaking my nipple with his thumb. “That is why I have tied you to the pole, so you know you don’t have to do anything except feel.”
I close my eyes and am aware of my pulse thrumming in my ears.
“You will like this, I promise.” His tongue slides down my neck, into the hollow of my throat and then down my sternum leaving a trail of sensation on my hot flesh.
And then he takes my right nipple into his mouth.
I arch toward him as desire peaks inside me. I am at his mercy, again, and this time I don’t mind. It feels good. He feels good.
His tongue is like magic, capturing my nipple in a firm grip and stimulating it in a way I could never have imagined.
I moan as it tightens almost to the point of discomfort and what feels like a hot-wire from my nipple to my clit shoots pleasure between my legs.
His breath is warm on my skin and he pulls at my other nipple, stimulating them both.
I drop a little, the rope around my wrists tightening. Could I orgasm like this? My pussy is quivering and damp and my clit swelling against my panties.
We are both learning new things about each other today and I am not complaining.
He switches to the other nipple leaving my right one wet and spiked.
I stare down at him, his horns are sparkling, I hadn’t noticed that before, and his eyes are closed as he concentrates on working me. His tongue occasionally flicks out to rim around my areola.
“That feels so good…” I manage and ball my hands into fists. “Oh…Athos…I…”
“I want you to orgasm,” he says, looking up at me with his eyes flashing. “I want to make you orgasm with my tongue.”
I nod. “I…yes…” I am so turned on I am trembling. “I want that.”
“Like this?” he says. “Can you orgasm with your nipples?”
“I don’t know…” I press my legs together, trying to get some stimulation on my clit. “I want to but I don’t know…”
“Your anatomy is different to Hade females,” he says, sinking to his knees. “I understand that.”
My panties are suddenly gone and he holds my hips with his big purple hands.
“My forked tongue on your clitoris should have the desired effect,” he says.
“I…yes…I think so.” If it feels the same down there as it does on my nipples I’ll be coming in seconds.
He slips his palm down my left leg then hooks it over his shoulder.
I am open and exposed to him, my wet pussy right in front of his face.
“I like your hair here,” he says, fluffing his fingers through it.
I never used to have any pubic hair. It didn’t go with the job. But it’s there now and I haven’t done anything about it.
“It’s so pretty,” he strokes through it, then his fingertip finds my clit.
“Oh….” My hips cant toward him.
“That’s it, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Yes.” I nod. “Just there.”
He parts my flesh, exposing my little pink clit, then leans forward, forked tongue at the ready, and licks it.
I drop my head back to the pole and close my eyes. I need to come so badly. I love oral sex, and Athos, with his tongue, has just taken it to a new level.
He’s teasing me, flicking it, stroking it. My pussy is contracted with want and my belly tense.
And then he ups the pace, the fork locked around it, tight, and capturing it in a fast, frantic, firm pace.
The pressure is there instantly. The need to come, to release, and spin into ecstasy is all consuming. “Oh…oh…yes, like that…oh please don’t stop.”
I think of nothing else, all my concentration is on the king’s forked tongue doing wicked, brilliant things to my clit.
I trust him not to stop. To take me there, right to the pinnacle of pleasure.
My hips are gyrating and I’m grinding into his face. In that moment he is my everything.
And then the climax is there. The point of no return grips me on the cliff of ecstasy before tumbling me into it.
I cry out and arch my back. My pussy spasms and weeps and my clit bobs against his tongue. But my clit is trapped in his fork and he keeps working me, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until I am barely able to breathe and my body is shaking and shivering and I am dragging at the ropes.
“Athos…oh…that is it, I…oh no more, I can’t…”
He stands suddenly, his lips and chin shiny. “I hurt you?” His eyes search mine.
I struggle to focus. “No…not at all.” I am panting hard, my clit still pulsing.
“Then what?”
“You did it…I orgasmed. I came…hard.”
“You did?”
“Yes.” I giggle “Your tongue is like magic.”
A smile tugs his mouth and he licks his lips. The fork has gone, it’s normal again. “You approve of my magic?”
“Heartily.”
“In that case.” He reaches up and releases the rope so it falls away. Gently he lowers my arms and holds them between us, his big hands over my clasped ones. “We are ready to start the breeding program, Visha. More than ready.”