powerful and strangely peaceful. She keened her way through it and felt him stiffen behind her. Wet heat filled her as he emptied himself into her sheath, entrusting her body with his essence.
When he was done, he rolled to his side. He kept her trapped in his arms with his softening penis still stuffed inside her.
* * * *
Although Krux had never woken up inside a woman before, he was sure he could get used to it very quickly. His digital alarm quieted in response to his growled command, and he was left with his shaft wrapped in the warm cocoon of his lover’s sex. It wasn’t a bad way to start the morning.
Despite the fact that he needed to get up—the rest of his body, that is—and get ready for work, he was too male to pass up such temptation. Cloaked by the cool darkness of dawn, he remained on his side and began grinding his hips into Katra’s marvelously curved backside. She made a strangled sound as she came fully awake.
“Good morning,” he said.
Then, without preamble, he began to pound her in the same fast rhythm he used to jerk off on mornings when he couldn’t resist. Of course, Katra felt a hell of a lot better than his hand, and the squealing noises she made caused his balls to ache. He filled his palms with the warm weight of her breasts and delighted in the rasp of her tight nipples. Thanks to the liberal coat of dew on her nether lips, his cock created a wet smacking sound every time he speared forward. The noise was underscored by the crinkling of the sheets.
“Ah, yes.” Krux growled when he felt her body grip him in demand.
Impatient for release, he brought her off mere seconds before his climax shot out of his shaft. He barked something unintelligible and spent in deep, penetrating spurts. Her sheath continued to flutter and milk him until the backwash of his semen bathed his cock in scalding heat. At last, they both fell limp.
“Perfect.” He sighed in relief.
To his surprise, Katra giggled and reached back to smack him on the butt. “No more jengal tea for you. You’re growing horns.”
Although Krux had always regarded sex as a great deal of fun, it had never before left him feeling so light and carefree. Chuckling, he kissed her lips soundly before pulling out and exiting the bed. Offering her a hand up, he led her to the shower where he played the gentleman—for the most part—and avoided any further delays. When they got out, they went in search of breakfast.
Unfortunately, the morning meal was one of the few things he hadn’t thought of despite his confidence that Katra would stay the night. Thanks to his bachelor lifestyle and workaholic schedule, most mornings he simply ate and ran with little thought to what he shoveled into his mouth. Much to his chagrin, all he had to offer her was cereal or Brachoi mashed barley.
Rather than pitch a fit, his princess laughed at him. “Barley, huh? Is that how you got to be such a big, strong boy?”
Fixing them both a bowl, he returned to the table with a playful smile. “It has everything a growing body needs. A serving of this will give you boundless energy and vigor.”
“And is your body growing right now?” The saucy minx slid her foot up the inside of his leg.
He stopped her before she could work past his knee. “It will be if you keep that up.”
Although she shot him a challenging grin, she dropped her foot.
Gods, she was incredible. He had a flash image of last night when he’d had her trapped on his countertop, wriggling and screaming as he plowed into her. With a Brachoi woman, he would have had all his hands full pinning her arms, but his two-armed Duosien left him spares to go exploring. Her body was a wonder to explore.
Reaching over, he clasped her hand on top of the table. “Why don’t you come over again tonight? I can try to take off from work a little early. Or better yet, you can just stay here today. I’m sure there’s plenty here to keep you occupied.”
Katra pursed her lips at him, although
When he was done, he rolled to his side. He kept her trapped in his arms with his softening penis still stuffed inside her.
* * * *
Although Krux had never woken up inside a woman before, he was sure he could get used to it very quickly. His digital alarm quieted in response to his growled command, and he was left with his shaft wrapped in the warm cocoon of his lover’s sex. It wasn’t a bad way to start the morning.
Despite the fact that he needed to get up—the rest of his body, that is—and get ready for work, he was too male to pass up such temptation. Cloaked by the cool darkness of dawn, he remained on his side and began grinding his hips into Katra’s marvelously curved backside. She made a strangled sound as she came fully awake.
“Good morning,” he said.
Then, without preamble, he began to pound her in the same fast rhythm he used to jerk off on mornings when he couldn’t resist. Of course, Katra felt a hell of a lot better than his hand, and the squealing noises she made caused his balls to ache. He filled his palms with the warm weight of her breasts and delighted in the rasp of her tight nipples. Thanks to the liberal coat of dew on her nether lips, his cock created a wet smacking sound every time he speared forward. The noise was underscored by the crinkling of the sheets.
“Ah, yes.” Krux growled when he felt her body grip him in demand.
Impatient for release, he brought her off mere seconds before his climax shot out of his shaft. He barked something unintelligible and spent in deep, penetrating spurts. Her sheath continued to flutter and milk him until the backwash of his semen bathed his cock in scalding heat. At last, they both fell limp.
“Perfect.” He sighed in relief.
To his surprise, Katra giggled and reached back to smack him on the butt. “No more jengal tea for you. You’re growing horns.”
Although Krux had always regarded sex as a great deal of fun, it had never before left him feeling so light and carefree. Chuckling, he kissed her lips soundly before pulling out and exiting the bed. Offering her a hand up, he led her to the shower where he played the gentleman—for the most part—and avoided any further delays. When they got out, they went in search of breakfast.
Unfortunately, the morning meal was one of the few things he hadn’t thought of despite his confidence that Katra would stay the night. Thanks to his bachelor lifestyle and workaholic schedule, most mornings he simply ate and ran with little thought to what he shoveled into his mouth. Much to his chagrin, all he had to offer her was cereal or Brachoi mashed barley.
Rather than pitch a fit, his princess laughed at him. “Barley, huh? Is that how you got to be such a big, strong boy?”
Fixing them both a bowl, he returned to the table with a playful smile. “It has everything a growing body needs. A serving of this will give you boundless energy and vigor.”
“And is your body growing right now?” The saucy minx slid her foot up the inside of his leg.
He stopped her before she could work past his knee. “It will be if you keep that up.”
Although she shot him a challenging grin, she dropped her foot.
Gods, she was incredible. He had a flash image of last night when he’d had her trapped on his countertop, wriggling and screaming as he plowed into her. With a Brachoi woman, he would have had all his hands full pinning her arms, but his two-armed Duosien left him spares to go exploring. Her body was a wonder to explore.
Reaching over, he clasped her hand on top of the table. “Why don’t you come over again tonight? I can try to take off from work a little early. Or better yet, you can just stay here today. I’m sure there’s plenty here to keep you occupied.”
Katra pursed her lips at him, although
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