Chapter 7 #2
“I know all that matters,” I said; I barely recognized my own voice, it was all husky and needy.
He chuckled against my cheek but his tail continued its movements, flicking along my soaked panties.
Then he brushed over my clit and my body jerked in his arms in response, his eyes practically glowed with excitement.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it?” he husked and his tail slit along the edge of my panties until he could wiggle it beneath the fabric.
The rasp of his scales along my clit made me shudder and I could only moan in response, my body flooding with endorphins.
I loved how he had control of me with his arms, with his long tail, and I eagerly spread my legs for him when he pressed me down into the fur I’d dropped.
His cock had already slipped from his body and I felt it press into my belly, huge and thick, the tip writhing against my bare skin.
It was so alien, so different, the way it could move on its own, and it was exciting.
I hadn’t realized I was this kinky but I loved it.
Arching against him, and against the tail brushing along my clit, I tried to make it clear that I wanted him, but he seemed content to pin me in place and tease me.
Grasping his shoulders, I lifted my head so I could kiss his mouth, his response instant and eager. “More Mox, give me more, I’m ready,” I said against his lips and that elicited a deep rumbling groan from his chest, I felt it vibrate against my body, rubbing against my aching breasts.
His tail rubbed between my folds, dipping into my opening, and then he pushed in, filling me.
It wasn’t the cock I wanted, but that thing was huge, so the tail was a nice warm-up.
It was not as big as a human cock might be, but it was definitely bigger than a finger, stretching me.
It also got wider and thicker the more he stuffed it into my passage and I felt it stretch me, a soft burn that only added fuel to the fire.
Writhing on his invading limb, I moaned into his mouth.
Tasting the spiciness that was all uniquely him, I sucked on his split tongue and was rewarded with his body jerking against mine, the hard bar of his erection twitching.
He curled the tip of his tail inside me and found that bundle of nerves that lit my world on fire.
An orgasm crashed through me hard and fast, taking me by surprise, his name came from my throat in a yell.
He reared back, body towering over me, one coil beneath my head, cradling me, I felt him against my legs, his scales gently pressing against my skin.
All the marks on his paler purple front were glowing, nearly black now in intensity.
His hand was on my breast, pushing the cup of my bra aside roughly, a thumb rubbed over my nipple.
I jerked again, my passage clamping down even harder on his invading tail.
“Sensitive?” he queried darkly, but I didn’t think he needed an answer. He trailed a claw around the distended tip, then he leaned in and flicked his split tongue against it. His eyes intently focused on his handiwork, admiring the glistening wetness.
“Mox, I swear, you need to put your cock inside me, now,” I said, my voice rough with desire. That bifurcated tip was writhing against my belly, wetness coating much of my skin which had leaked from the split tip. I knew without a doubt that he’d feel so good moving like that inside of me.
He didn’t laugh, his face was deadly serious when he leaned in close, his purple eyes boring into mine. “There’s no going back for you once I do that, do you understand, Charlie? When I seed you, you are mine, forever.”
Why was it so crazy sexy that he’d just said ‘seed me’, such a foreign thing to say, but it turned me on like mad.
His words should scare me, hadn’t I thought that he’d lose interest?
What if he did and I was still stuck with him?
What then? I wanted to find that place where I belonged so badly, it hadn’t been on Earth, not in the UAR.
Could it possibly be here? On this alien planet with this even more alien creature?
His tail flicked against my g-spot again and my body convulsed in what was almost another orgasm.
The friction as he started to withdraw the thick wedge made me twitch and shiver in pleasure.
One orgasm had only whetted my appetite, it felt like I would explode if he didn’t fill me with something even bigger. I’d never been this aroused in my life.
“Do it,” I said, and then I repeated the words even louder. Watched as the excitement and heat filled his expression, it made his sharp face even sharper, his cheekbones cutting against his skin, darker purple streaking across his cheeks, and up the bridge of his nose.
He withdrew his tail entirely and his body shifted, wedging completely between my widespread thighs.
I felt the bar of his cock slide wetly through my folds, and when it rubbed along my clit, my body convulsed.
Then he notched the tip against my opening and I felt how big it was, felt the way that split head was wiggling, worming inside of me when he wasn’t even pushing in yet.
“Your head, you’re not in any pain?” he asked and for a moment I was back in reality, not that heat-filled haze he’d induced in me.
My head was alright, the painkiller had worked and I wasn’t dizzy.
He was doing a perfect job distracting me anyway, so I shook my head, shimmying with my body against his cock, trying to urge him to fill me.
“Promise me you’ll tell me as soon as you start to feel bad,” he said, and I nodded again, bearing down on his invasion and managing to gain a full inch.
I felt the two sections of his cock head press against my walls, pressing me open, rubbing against me.
“Promise me!” he hissed, and I raised startled eyes to his face, seeing the strain on it from holding back.
“I promise,” I said and the words had barely left my mouth when he jerked his hips forward filling me to the hilt.
It was too much, it ached to be filled with something that big, and my body was fighting to accommodate him.
Then suddenly it was perfect, heat bathing my insides, desire curling through my veins like fire.
He pulled back and pushed in again and everything made this wet sound, lubricating my passage, easing his way inside.
He set a fast pace, his alien cock shuttling in and out of me, that tip twirling, pushing, pulling inside of me.
It scraped along my G-spot with each pass, it filled me more completely than anything I could imagine as if he filled every single part of me.
When he seemed to get even harder, bigger, I knew I was close.
He reached down with a hand between our bodies and just the press of his thumb on my clit was enough to set me off.
This orgasm was deeper, it lasted longer, and I felt like I clamped down on his invasion so snugly that he could barely move as if my body was holding him inside.
He twitched, twirling inside me with that crazy split tip of his cockhead, and then heat bathed me in spurt after spurt.
His seed filled me as he let out a deep, primal kind of groan, “Charlie, my mate.”
There was too much of it, it didn’t fit, and I felt the wetness trickle down my legs, pushed out around his cock.
It was lurid, and it felt messy, but it felt so good.
Then he lowered himself against me, his body curling around me in a hug that no human male could ever give me.
Embedded deep inside me with his cock, his body was a warm blanket, a solid weight against my skin as I shuddered, coming down from what had to be the best sex of my life.
Whoah, if it was like that every time...
Was death by orgasm a thing? It sure felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.