Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
The blush on her cheeks becomes very pronounced, and she braces herself on my leg, her two hands placed on my upper thigh like a balance beam as she attempts to perhaps either get just the right spot, or steady herself.
“Oh my…” She whispers the words.
We are not technically doing anything wrong. We are technically not doing anything explicit. And yet my naughty human kitten is now very much grinding her pussy on my leg, and getting no small amount of pleasure from it, judging by the way her chest and cheeks flush.
I put one hand behind her ass and help her move, gripping the curve of one cheek and guiding her back and forth.
“Oh my god…” She shuts her eyes as if looking at me is too much, or maybe to focus on the sensations happening inside.
I could fuck her.
I could strip her down and spread her legs and I could give her body what it really craves, not this helpless rutting, but a good deep pounding. I could penetrate her, make her inner flesh spread for me, and grip me.
I am not supposed to. My contract is clear. No carnal contact with the ones I protect. But this woman has made herself almost irresistible, and with one illicit motion, I free my cock from my pants, sliding the fly down to allow the monster to emerge.
Her eyes widen as she gazes on the blue and white scaled erection suddenly and perhaps even menacingly close to her slick pussy. She is a matter of inches away from this tool designed to penetrate and fill a hole just like the one she has been grinding on me. This is where we discover if she is truly ready to be taken, or if she is a spoiled little human playing at sex with her big alien bodyguard.
Lyric
His cock is huge. Outlandishly large. Intimidatingly so. It is also scaled, not with harsh or sharp plates, but with firm and ridged scales. When I wrap my hand around him, I feel him throb against me. My thumb and middle finger just barely make contact around his green and gold shaft.
“Wow,” I breathe. “You’re huge. There’s no way.”
“There’s always a way,” he says, his agile tongue working around all the tenderest and most sensitive spots around my ear and neck.
“How do you know? Have you been with a human woman before?”
“Sex,” he growls softly. “Finds a way.”
“Mmmm… so how do you know what feels so good?”
“It’s where I can scent you the most,” he growls softly. “Besides between your legs, of course.”
I blush. I don’t think he is overly familiar with humans. There is a carefulness to the way he touches me, lightly at first, and then more firmly. He is so watchful and so gentle, but there is also a definite lust in his touch. He wants me as much as I want him, and he is as physically curious about me as I am about him.
HIs hands caress me, and then I feel something between my legs. Something scaled and agile, something with a thick tip. It is his tail, moving up the length of my thigh, inexorably seeking the soft spot where my desire has been leaking for some time.
“Breathe,” he reminds me in a low growl. I let out the breath I had been holding without really noticing.
“You’re so nervous,” he notes sweetly. “Relax. I am sworn to protect you. I will never do anything to harm you.”
His tone contains so much deep, intense care I almost forget he’s practically a stranger. The chemistry between us is the kind of energy that cannot be denied, the sort of attraction that makes relationships feel inevitable and automatic.
I feel the flat tip of his tail make light but firm contact with my pussy, rubbing me gently in anticipation of that massive rod.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls.
What I want is filthy and probably wrong, but I don’t care anymore, if I ever cared at all.
“I want your cock,” I say, blushing with the remnants of shame that still somehow linger in my psyche even though I thought I banished them all. Zayne makes me feel like this is my first time. He makes sex itself feel alien and incredibly exciting.
He lifts me up and positions me over his cock. I feel the head of him pressing against my lower lips. This is it. This is the point of no return. A few inches down, and I am forever an alien fucker.
He holds me there for what feels like an eternity, though it is probably only a matter of seconds in reality. His golden eyes gaze into mine, and though neither one of us say a word, there is a full conversation going on in my pleading looks and his dominant stare.
“Please?” I whimper the word softly.