- Aurora -

He leans in and kisses me with such tenderness I almost faint when our lips touch and his manly scent fills my nose.

He withdraws a half inch and I look into his luminous eyes, which it seems to me are a little darker blue right now. Even with the cultural gulf between us, even though we come from different planets, it's obvious what he's doing; he's checking on me, making sure I'm okay with this.

His care makes me throw any concerns to the wind. All he had to do was show me that's he in total control of himself. That opens the door in my mind. Now he can do whatever he wants to me.

“Yes,” I whisper, because I don't think my voice will carry right now.

He puts his hand behind my head and pulls me to him, kissing me with greater force. I greedily open my lips and slide my tongue against his fangs while he explores me too.

We disengage and I gasp for breath. For a caveman who's never seen a woman before, he's pretty damn good.

He straddles me and gives me a flurry of hot little kisses all over my cheeks and the side of my head and my neck. He moves further down to my collarbone and my shoulders, placing his lips all over them.

I can't hold back a moan, and a liquid heat shoots to my center. This is not far from the ultimate erotic dream – being explored by a caveman who's never seen a woman before. This is entirely primal.

I arch my back even more in invitation, and he immediately places a kiss at the side of my boob. I gasp again, and he grips both breasts with his hands and kisses and licks them all over. Every time his mouth crosses a nipple, hard flashes of heat shoot to my crotch. I've never been this sensitive before. Shit, there has to be something special about that tongue of his. Some kind of texture that gives my flesh exactly the right stimulation. Oh fuck, what is that going to feel like further down?

The thought alone gets me to moan again. Why exactly am I trying to control that? This is exactly what I want.

“Yeeeaaahhh,” I groan loudly as he flicks his alien tongue across my nipple again while his thumb circles the other one.

I have to ask him how he can be this good. Did his shaman teach him this, or is it just instinct? Whatever it is, he's turning me on so hard I'm starting to tense up in expectation for something that has to happen now.

I put one hand on the top of Trak'zor's head and push on it. “Further down,” I moan.

He keeps squeezing my boobs lightly while his mouth continues south, past my ribcage and my stomach, getting closer to the main event.

I think he must be able to smell my arousal. I'm pretty sure I can. 

He spreads my knees and licks the inner thigh on both sides, one long lick from the knee and most of the way up. The heat and the cold and the sheer feel of his tongue right there, leading right to my hot center, make all the hairs on my arms stand straight up, and my knees twitch.

Okay, fine. I don't think I need any more warming up.

Trak'zor moves further up to lick and kiss my stomach, and for a change it doesn't make me self-conscious. He has never seen a woman before, so he has nothing to compare me to. It lets me relax more.

Then I hear him growling softly, and it hits me – he's not doing this to get me ready. No, he's enjoying himself with my body.

I almost faint at the thought. He's having the time of his life, and I'm pretty happy myself.

He's working his way around my hips and thighs, circling the center of my existence right now, inching closer to that part of me that really has to be steaming.

I'm really not needing this whole foreplay thing, and if it were any other situation, I'd just shove his head down there so he'd know it was time. But Trak'zor is really having a great time, judging by his sounds. It's like a deep purr in his chest when he licks and kisses my skin, driving me crazy with need.

Closer and closer, little electric kisses on hot skin, me squirming and whimpering because I need it right there.

He gets really close with his lips. Then he goes quiet, and I think he must be taking a good look from up close. I'm feeling slutty, so I spread a little more. I hope he understands that I haven't seen a razor for months, and of course-

My whole body jerks when he finally puts his mouth on my pussy, carefully licking the length of it, from the bottom almost all way up, setting off little sparks of delight in every damn nerve ending I have down there. He stops short of the clit, and that's probably just as well, because sparks and pent-up frustration like mine will probably create quite the bomb.

I just mewl while he explores my sex with his insanely textured tongue that must have some kind of extra features. Because I've been eaten out before, but not like this.

The sounds coming from down there are so wet and so scandalous that I really should be blushing, but Trak'zor is purring again as he feasts on my girly parts, and that's creating some kind of vibration that's hitting my clit pretty well, even if he hasn't touched it at all.

“Aaaahyeeahhhhhh!” A sudden shot of heat goes through me.

Okay, so now he has touched it, just barely with the tip of his tongue. But when the tip is vibrating like this, then ...

I lose all conscious thought and just let him toss me over the edge, as easily as he tosses me over his shoulder, licking and slurping and vibrating me to a hard, blazing hot climax on the rocks of his island.

It goes on for a good while, not least because he won't stop with his licking.

But my pussy is getting tender, and finally I have to push his head off me.

“Enough,” I pant. “No more. Aurora dead now.”