Chapter 6 #2
He licked me, catching the edge of my bundle of nerves, and my thighs quivered, my abdomen clenching at the unfamiliar sensation.
His next lick went deeper, parting my folds, sliding through my slick inner petals.
I buckled, my hands falling down to touch the soft layers of his head spikes.
They felt more like leather under my hands, shiny and soft, for a moment I wondered if they were able to be styled but then those errant thoughts were chased away as he gripped my thighs tighter, holding me steady as he pressed his face in, his nose bumping against my pelvic bone as he gave me a firm lick that swirled around, causing me to clench and quiver with need, waves of pleasure rising up in me, overwhelming the tender trembling of my hesitation.
"Oh… oh…" was all I could say as he repeated the motion over and over, the wet slurps of his affection more sloppy sounding than I expected, but I couldn't think past the slippery slide of his tongue against me, stroking down and over and around and then he dipped lower, spreading thick and warm against my opening, like he was coating me in something.
It felt too good.
It was too much.
I was so close and yet I couldn't quite get there.
I needed him to stop, not because it didn't feel good but because it felt too good and my heart felt like it was going to break apart with the unfamiliar sensation.
It felt like joy and panic all rolled up into one, and I needed to escape from it, back to something familiar, something easy like focusing on him, rather than focusing on me.
"I need you in me," I gasped out. "Please."
"Yes," he murmured as his tongue slid against me one more time, then he was lifting me by my thighs and my back was against the bed, and he was standing there, looking down between my legs as he held them open, exposed to his view.
I flushed, embarrassed, but this was what he wanted, so I let him hold them open.
This was what I wanted, to be taken and used and desired.
"If we drop my head down over the edge of the bed, you can get deeper in my throat," I said.
"That is not part of the ritual," he said. "I have applied my secretion that will kill any other male's seed. Next I must mount you and scrape out any competitor's seed before I plant my own."
"Scrape?" I said. "Will that hurt?"
"It seemed to be a pleasurable thing for the members of my origin species, but if it is not for you, then we will abandon this ritual," he said firmly. "Your comfort and pleasure are more important than the specifics of the act itself."
"Oh, ok," I said, letting out a nervous giggle. "Scrape away then."
I half expected him to pull out some sort of alien tool or stick his fingers in me, but instead he climbed in between my legs, kneeling. He wasted no time, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me up on top of his thighs as he used his other hand to fit the tip of his male hood against my opening.
We were doing this.
I felt a strange resistance as he pressed against me, as if something was pulling on the skin just around the opening. It wasn't just the skin; it was also tugging against my bundle of nerves.
"What is that?" I asked as the sensation became stronger with each of his little thrusts against me, sending shivers of pleasure through me as the pulling sensation increased.
"I have to push through the secretion," he said. "I will seal it again afterward to keep my seed from escaping."
"Oh," I also didn't know what to say to that.
It was kind of hot and also weird, and for a moment I wondered if there actually was a risk of pregnancy.
None of the other women had mentioned any thoughts on that other than to joke that it was a good thing the males were a different species.
Sara was firm that offspring was impossible, and she was a doctor; she should know.
Didn't matter either way to me, but I realized I hadn't yet said the thing I said to every guy that universally made them choose to finish on my face instead of push me down and get their dicks wet with something other than saliva.
"Just so you know, if you knock me up, I'm keeping it," I said.
He paused in his motion, and I almost screamed from the tease of it. I needed him inside of me!
"Your species normally gives their offspring away?" he asked.
"No!" I gasped. "No, I just mean be sure you want to mate with me for real."
"As opposed to what?" he said, confused. "Is mating not a real thing for you?"
"It's just men of my species can abandon their children," I said. "They get excited to mate and then walk away from the consequences. I don't want that."
"I will never abandon you or our offspring," he said, his voice soft. "I will keep you plugged with my secretions at all times so no other male has a chance to breed you."
"Ok, good," I said, my heart fluttering at his response even though I didn't fully get what he was saying. He said it so earnestly, though.
He shifted his grip around my hips, his fingers pressing into my ass.
He used the leverage of his arms to pull me against him even as he thrust forward. I felt another delicious tug against my clit and my pleasure rose to another height, but he wasn't inside me yet. It felt like there was something in the way, covering my opening, that he was pushing against.
The sensation was maddening.
He was frowning down at where we weren't joined yet.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.