Chapter 2 #3
With deliberate movements, I slipped the dress from my shoulders, letting it slide down my body to pool at my feet. I stepped out of it carefully, then bent to retrieve it, folding it with exaggerated care before draping it over a nearby chair.
I stood before him in nothing but a silver lace thong, matching demi-bra, and heels.
The cool air of the space station raised goosebumps across my exposed skin.
My nipples hardened against the delicate fabric, and I resisted the urge to cover myself as his gaze methodically cataloged every inch of me.
"Beautiful little thing, aren't you?" His voice was rougher now. "Come here."
I stepped between his spread thighs, hyper-aware of my near-nakedness contrasted with his fully clothed state.
The power imbalance should have made me feel vulnerable; instead, it was intoxicating.
I'd reduced this controlled Tholkon to hungry stares and commanding growls with nothing but my body and my boldness.
"Last chance for you to back out," I echoed his warning, tracing a finger along the neckline of my bra. "I've been told I'm a handful."
His large hands settled on my hips, engulfing them completely. The heat of his palms seared through me. "I have big hands."
In one fluid motion, he pulled me onto his lap, arranging me so I straddled his thighs.
The position brought my nearly bare pussy against the impressive ridge straining his pants, and I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped me.
He was huge, the bulge far larger than any human I'd been with, and distinctly... different in shape.
"Oh my god," I breathed, instinctively grinding down against him. "You're—"
"Aroused," he finished, his hands sliding up to grip my waist. "Your slut era is... compelling."
I braced my hands on his broad shoulders, feeling solid muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. "Is it true what they say about Tholkons? That you have... two?"
Aano's chuckle vibrated through me where our bodies pressed together. "One cock, two shafts," he clarified. "The etoux and the primary shaft work together."
"Etoux?" I shifted experimentally, earning a sharp intake of breath from him. "Why?"
"Evolutionary advantage," he explained, his hands tightening on my waist to still my movements. "Designed for Tholkon female anatomy, but..." His eyes darkened further. "Many partners find it... stimulating."
"Show me," I whispered, desire overriding any remaining inhibition.
"Patience." He ran his hands up my sides, his rough palms creating delicious friction against my sensitive skin. "Good things come to those who earn them."
His hands continued their journey upward until they reached the undersides of my breasts. With his thumbs, he traced the lace edge of my bra where it met my flesh, never quite touching where I most wanted him to.
"Please," I said, the word slipping out involuntarily.
"Please what?" One thumb brushed across my nipple through the thin fabric, making me gasp.
"Touch me properly."
"Like this?" His fingers hooked beneath the cups of my bra and pulled them down, exposing my breasts to the cool air. "Such cute little tits." His large blue thumbs circled my hardened nipples. "What a pretty pink color. Like the streaks in your hair."
I arched into his touch, shameless in my need for more.
His eyes never left mine as he explored, watching every reaction, learning what made me gasp and what made me squirm.
When he pinched both nipples , I cried out, grinding down against the ridge of his cock.
Someone could walk into our little alcove at any moment and find us like this.
Find me like this, nearly naked in a big alien's lap.
"Sensitive," he observed, repeating the motion just to watch me writhe. "I wonder how sensitive you are elsewhere?"
One hand slid down my abdomen, fingers splaying across my lower belly, his pinky dipping just beneath the waistband of my thong.
The suggestion of where he might touch next made me frantic with want.
Leaning forward, I captured his mouth with mine, moaning at the unfamiliar texture of his lips—firmer than a human's.
For a heartbeat, he remained frozen, and I feared I'd overstepped.
Then he groaned, a sound of surrender and hunger that reverberated through my entire body.
His mouth opened beneath mine, his tongue—hotter and slightly rougher than a human's—sliding against my own.
The hand on my belly moved to grip my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise as he hauled me tighter against him.
I melted into him, fingers tangling in his short hair, tasting something exotic and spicy that had to be uniquely him. The kiss deepened, turning from exploratory to possessive in seconds.
When we broke for air, his eyes had transformed completely—the professional reserve shattered, replaced by raw, animal hunger.
"Is this what you wanted, little slut?" he growled against my lips. "To feel what it's like to be owned by something not from your world?"
I couldn't answer, could only whimper.