left my mother back on Earth. And
I refuse to be a sex slave.”
“You would not
be a sex slave, Jordan. In public there would be requirements on how to act. Xyran society does not recognize humans as mates. But in
private you would be my mate. You
would be David’s wife. And you are more than a match for us. Say yes, Jordan .”
Laith kissed the back of her neck and rubbed his cheek
against the sensitive skin, causing her gasp. She had never realized how
arousing her back could be.
But could she
follow her desire and give in? She’d spent her whole life fighting against
surrendering to anything, and it almost seemed like a betrayal if she did say
yes.
Perhaps he
understood how difficult it was for her to answer because he took control. She
distinctly heard the rustling of clothes and realized that Laith was disrobing. Her heart slammed forcefully in her chest as she realized the
implication of what was going to happen.
Oh God, she
was going to have sex.
Laith’s hands slid around her, halting her panicked
thoughts. He cupped her breasts, filling his palms. She’d always been small and
often wondered if binding her chest so tightly as a blossoming girl had kept
her breasts on the slight side, but Laith didn’t seem
to mind as he massaged the plump mounds, teasing the nipples until she thrust
her chest out with a moan. His forked tongue snaked out and teased the skin on
her neck.
“Do you know
how much I want you, Jordan?” he asked seductively. He turned her head toward
him and leaned over to kiss her. His mouth formed a seal over hers as his
tongue slid against hers, causing another little moan to rumble through her
body.
Without
breaking the kiss, he turned her in his arms until she was pressed against him.
Something from his chest poked her in the chest, and she backed away to look
down. One crystal clear gemstone winked at her, and she traced over it lightly.
“What is
this?” she asked.
“A memory.”
Then he nibbled
his way to her ear and down her neck, and she soon forgot about the gem. He
leaned over her, kissing his way down her body as he loosened her shirt and peeled
it from her body. He nipped and licked all the way down, until he fell to his
knees in front of her, pushing his own pants down from her hips, exposing her
inch by inch to his gaze.
“What do
humans call this part of a female’s body?” he asked as his fingers slid through
the red curls that protected her most intimate part. “The hair down here
matches what’s on your head.”
“It’s called a
vagina,” she said breathlessly. “But human men like to call it a pussy.”
Jordan ’s hips
bucked as his fingers pushed past her lips to touch her slickness. Her heart
pounded with excitement. She couldn’t believe she was naked, in front of this
alien, getting ready to let him fuck her.
“Should I eat your
delicious pussy, Jordan ?
I know David did. I tasted it upon his lips.”
“Oh God,” she
moaned. “Please. Oh please, lick me.”
With one hand
spreading her, Laith’s mouth descended. He licked his
way up and down, over and over, until she thought she would go out of her mind.
Her juices flowed, and he lapped them up like a cat licking cream. And then he
found the spot that cried for attention, the little bundle of nerves, and
sucked that into the hot vortex of his mouth. She jumped, cried out, and came
immediately. The white-hot fire that roared through her caused her to beg for
more even though she wasn’t quite sure what she was begging for.
“You are so
responsive,” Laith murmured, the lower half of his
face shining with her cream. “You are beautiful. Feel how much my staff wants
to be inside you.”
He stood and
took her hand, placing it right on his naked cock. Sure, growing up as a “boy”
she’d seen her fair share of penises, and for the most part a Xyran cock didn’t look any different. Except it was a lot
bigger than the ones she’d seen in passing and seemed to have a thicker base.
I refuse to be a sex slave.”
“You would not
be a sex slave, Jordan. In public there would be requirements on how to act. Xyran society does not recognize humans as mates. But in
private you would be my mate. You
would be David’s wife. And you are more than a match for us. Say yes, Jordan .”
Laith kissed the back of her neck and rubbed his cheek
against the sensitive skin, causing her gasp. She had never realized how
arousing her back could be.
But could she
follow her desire and give in? She’d spent her whole life fighting against
surrendering to anything, and it almost seemed like a betrayal if she did say
yes.
Perhaps he
understood how difficult it was for her to answer because he took control. She
distinctly heard the rustling of clothes and realized that Laith was disrobing. Her heart slammed forcefully in her chest as she realized the
implication of what was going to happen.
Oh God, she
was going to have sex.
Laith’s hands slid around her, halting her panicked
thoughts. He cupped her breasts, filling his palms. She’d always been small and
often wondered if binding her chest so tightly as a blossoming girl had kept
her breasts on the slight side, but Laith didn’t seem
to mind as he massaged the plump mounds, teasing the nipples until she thrust
her chest out with a moan. His forked tongue snaked out and teased the skin on
her neck.
“Do you know
how much I want you, Jordan?” he asked seductively. He turned her head toward
him and leaned over to kiss her. His mouth formed a seal over hers as his
tongue slid against hers, causing another little moan to rumble through her
body.
Without
breaking the kiss, he turned her in his arms until she was pressed against him.
Something from his chest poked her in the chest, and she backed away to look
down. One crystal clear gemstone winked at her, and she traced over it lightly.
“What is
this?” she asked.
“A memory.”
Then he nibbled
his way to her ear and down her neck, and she soon forgot about the gem. He
leaned over her, kissing his way down her body as he loosened her shirt and peeled
it from her body. He nipped and licked all the way down, until he fell to his
knees in front of her, pushing his own pants down from her hips, exposing her
inch by inch to his gaze.
“What do
humans call this part of a female’s body?” he asked as his fingers slid through
the red curls that protected her most intimate part. “The hair down here
matches what’s on your head.”
“It’s called a
vagina,” she said breathlessly. “But human men like to call it a pussy.”
Jordan ’s hips
bucked as his fingers pushed past her lips to touch her slickness. Her heart
pounded with excitement. She couldn’t believe she was naked, in front of this
alien, getting ready to let him fuck her.
“Should I eat your
delicious pussy, Jordan ?
I know David did. I tasted it upon his lips.”
“Oh God,” she
moaned. “Please. Oh please, lick me.”
With one hand
spreading her, Laith’s mouth descended. He licked his
way up and down, over and over, until she thought she would go out of her mind.
Her juices flowed, and he lapped them up like a cat licking cream. And then he
found the spot that cried for attention, the little bundle of nerves, and
sucked that into the hot vortex of his mouth. She jumped, cried out, and came
immediately. The white-hot fire that roared through her caused her to beg for
more even though she wasn’t quite sure what she was begging for.
“You are so
responsive,” Laith murmured, the lower half of his
face shining with her cream. “You are beautiful. Feel how much my staff wants
to be inside you.”
He stood and
took her hand, placing it right on his naked cock. Sure, growing up as a “boy”
she’d seen her fair share of penises, and for the most part a Xyran cock didn’t look any different. Except it was a lot
bigger than the ones she’d seen in passing and seemed to have a thicker base.
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