Astrid

 

 

 

OF ALL THE mindboggling wonders Zane had shown me so far—more of his exotic Zenithian people, two huge moons, the crystal fortress of the royal palace, the entirely foreign star system—the sight of his diphallia should’ve been the least awe-inspiring.

I had an analytical mind after all, and the instance of two penises was not unknown in humans.

All I could do was stare at him, not with an analytical mind at all. Zane had been a deliciously foreboding sight in normal clothes in the Nevada desert. He’d stolen my breath in the chestplate and loin covering. Now, standing naked, proud, and so very big and erect in front of me, a hot gasp parted my lips.

Dropping to my knees as if at an altar, I ran my hands up the strong columns of his thighs.

Attempting to steady my voice, I looked up at him beyond his low-hanging heavy testes and the massive twin cocks so hard his flesh stretched tight as a drum over shafts flooded with veins and topped by bulbous cockheads. “Is diphallia a normal occurrence for Zenithians?”

His eye color switched again from frosty blue to golden yellow, heavy-lidded and hotly dilated. “No. I’m special.”

Special indeed.

My breath circled his balls, and I couldn’t help but lick him at the crease of his thigh. He smelled like pure primal male. And as his thick shafts—twitching—rubbed against my cheek, my pussy became hot, pouty.

He braced his feet wide, his dicks lurching when I tested the silky skin of his scrotum with my tongue. He groaned as I lapped, his fingers opening and closing beside my head like he wanted to grab my hair and plunge both thick organs into my mouth.

And my mouth salivated at the idea.

A raw grunt hastened from his chest as I tried to grip both steely hard cocks in my hand, a feat that was absolutely impossible. He throbbed within my strained grasp, and I drew a hand along both girths—one shaft above the other with barely any space between them—watching as twin dots of precum pulsed from both shiny openings on the helmets.

“What about tentacles?” I asked, my breath ghosting along both glans. “I’ve read about that in alien literature.”

Zane had produced a bottle from somewhere, and I watched as slick clear oil drizzled down his broad chest, slipped into the deep grooves of his muscular abdomen, and slithered down his groin to his cocks to my hand to his thighs.

“No tentacles. Just the two cocks.” And he used one slickened palm to grease both mighty rods, angling them down until my entire vision was filled with nothing but his tremendously long fat shafts.

He was so fucking hot, there was no other way to describe him. Not a hair on his smooth hugely muscled body, but markings—not exactly tattoos—spread from his biceps and all across his chest. The motifs seemed to dance with each shift of sinew . . . and was one of the designs changing?

I’d have to ask him about the markings later. When I wasn’t on my knees, panting and aching to get my hands all over him.

Cupping my palms together, I waited until he trickled the liquid down into a clear pool. “Is this the anointment?”

I replaced his hands with mine, stroking both cocks, swiveling my fingers over each broad crown before jacking the hot male flesh.

Lush liquid sounds seeped through the air. His phalluses bucked in my hold, dripping tantalizingly with the slickness from the oil, the slipperiness of his own nectar spilling from his slits.

He settled a heavy hand on the nape of my neck, making me look up at him. “Yes, meehri.”

I liked the anointment.

Rubbing both cocks together, I moaned at the sight and feel. He groaned, stamping his feet. Muscles that looked solid as timber flexed and twisted all over his virile body, a body that screamed pure male potency.

His glans turned deep purple, and his meaty cocks engorged as more blood suffused them. When his large swaying sac tightened, I bent between his thighs and tapped my tongue against his dam.

Zane stiffened all over just before a roar eclipsed all other sound. Hot shots of semen—one after another—sped from both cocks, spattering to the floor, hitting me on the chin, splashing down to my breasts.

He anointed me with his cum, and the scent of his spent seed—musky, male, virile, sexual—released something primordial in me.

Heat gathered in my belly and spread its tingling feathers to the wetness between my thighs. I licked his semen from my hand, from his cocks. I pushed my breasts together as his cum slipped into my cleavage.

Wanton, I looked up at him.

His expansive chest heaved. His eyes seared me.

“No one’s ever made me come like that before. Both cocks at the same time.”

And he remained stiff as my fingers traced up and down the pulsing meaty columns.

“Get up here.” Zane’s voice rasped.

My legs were almost too weak to stand, but he lifted me easily to my feet.

Tracing his lips with my tongue, I clung to him, going up on tiptoes and mashing my body to his solid heat.

He shed my robe the rest of the way off, and as he poured the oil all over my skin, his lips claimed mine until I was delirious.

Swishing fingers over my breasts, he plucked at my embarrassingly aroused nipples. He fondled them until a coil wrapped tight inside my belly, and each sensual pluck from his fingertips drew a high-pitched moan from my throat.

My entire body glistening from his ministrations, I whimpered heatedly. He palmed my buttocks. Traced my legs all over. Blew across my pussy. He cupped my breasts again, growling low.

“Your tits are perfect, meehri.” He brushed his face all over the mounds. “I could live here forever.”

Taking one elongated nipple between his lips, he lavished the bud with long licks of his tongue. He mouthed around the peaks until my whole body trembled, and I had to lean back against the arm he bound around my waist.

Hitching me tighter to him, he wet my breasts all over until my nipples were engorged, my body even more needy. He ran an oil-slickened hand down my stomach and through the tiny patch of hair above my pussy. As he tugged with his mouth, he toyed with a fingertip, parting my hot swollen flesh below.

It didn’t take long before Zane robbed me of breath, leaving me moaning and writhing as he kept me on my feet, solidly planted against his enormous body.

Thick fingers slewed inside me. I groaned, pushing my hips down, capturing the digits thrusting in and out of me.

Heat swamped me.

My body dimpled with goose bumps everywhere he touched.

A rush went through me, a white-red light behind my eyelids.

“Oh my God. Do you have seven fingers or something?” I barely managed to gasp the words.

“No. Just the two cocks.”

The moment the heel of his palm pressed against my clit, joining the dance of his fingers soldering inside me, I came. Hot screams ripped from my throat. A throat he rained kisses upon, murmuring huskily, still pumping inside me.

His kisses melted up my neck to my ear then to my lips. I dragged his lips between mine, sucking and nipping, tracing the firm curves with my tongue, and still I panted.

Moments later, Zane peered down at me, the sexual heat never waning. He was down on his knees in the next instant, lapping my spilled essence from my inner thighs and sensitive labia. All I could do was brace my hands on his shoulders because my legs were still quaking.

Then I saw it. Two tiny drops of blood on one of my breasts. “You nicked me?”

“Let me fix that.” He rose up, bent me back over his arm, and dragged a hot slow lick over the tiny wounds as I quivered in his hold.

When he came back up, I tested his . . . fangs with a fingertip, more fascinated than scared. “Your incisors are elongated.”

“Caused by extreme excitement or unleashed fury. But I didn’t mean to hurt you. And before you ask, blood drinkers don’t exist as far as I’m aware but a little taste is extremely erotic.”

“Incredible.” I watched, spellbound, as he ran his tongue over the sharp tips and they receded. “And you sealed the punctures on my breast?”

“Told you. I’m special.” He swatted my ass before adding, “Better get some clothing on you before I’m tempted to show you just how much more special I can be.”

When I was dressed in a gown more revealing than anything I’d ever owned, I felt a sexual awareness that shimmied right through my peaked nipples only scantily concealed by the fabric of the dress. A deep V plunged down the front and the back, almost to the cleft of my buttocks. And the dark blue material parted in a high slit to one thigh.

My pale skin glimmered.

My loose hair shimmered.

And I was given no undergarments at all.

Zane looked like he wanted to devour me whole then fuck me raw. And his animal-like perusal sent shivers all over my body.

I should’ve felt outraged and objectified, but it was impossible beneath his simmering gaze. And truthfully, he was less clothed than me in a pair of leather trousers—his cocks clearly delineated and pulsing against the lacings at the crotch—nothing on top but two hammered metal cuffs cinched around the mountains of his biceps.

He swallowed heavily, staring wolfishly, before escorting me from the room.

Magnar, the guard I’d met earlier, waited outside. And he was suspiciously whistling under his breath like didn’t hear a thing when I’d just been howling like a banshee.

A blush immediately painted my cheeks.

Magnar winked.

Zane smirked.

I pursed my lips together, rolling my eyes.

It seemed news of my being here—a human woman—had spread, because the hallways that’d been empty earlier now thronged with Zenithians, both male and female.

As we walked past, they whispered, but they kept a respectful distance enforced by Magnar’s heavy footfalls at our backs and Zane’s powerful strides leading the way.

I became aware of admiring looks from the males. I was even more conscious of the females practically drooling over Zane, each one taller and more stunning than the last.

A shocking, seething jealousy cut through me.

“How many have you slept with?” My tone was waspish, and I just couldn’t control it.

All my scientific rationale flew right out the window.

Zane replied, vague but arrogant, “The females have a great appreciation for my gifts.”

And by gifts he clearly meant his cocks.