Zane

 

 

 

“MMMM?” I MURMURED, my tongue peeking out to leave a damp spot on Astrid’s lips.

She gulped. “I’m talking to Dylka.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll just watch the show.” The Zenithian woman leaned back, lips slimming in an amused smile.

I drew my palm inside the slit of Astrid’s dress, caressing soft warm skin to the top of her hip. With a deft flick of fingers, I maneuvered the dress out of my way, ensuring Astrid’s bare pussy straddled my bulging thigh, unseen by anyone else.

She moaned throatily.

“On second thought, I think I’ll leave you to it.” Dylka excused herself.

One hand spreading Astrid’s legs wider, I primed her sex on the thigh I flexed within the tight leathers. Then I delved long fingers into the plunging top, palming the soft globe of her breast and raking across her ripe pebbled nipple.

Through the leather pants I felt the juicy patch from her gash. Her cunt wet and drooling in preparation for deep penetration.

A grunt tumbled from the lips I slid along the side of her neck.

Standing with her in my arms, I stalked through the chamber. “We’re turning in now.”

“It’s about time you found a room,” X called out dryly.

If anyone else made comments, I didn’t hear them. All I was concerned with was getting Astrid to my room and completely naked as quickly as possible.

Magnar followed at a polite distance. I knew he’d stand guard all night . . . and the fucker better not repeat anything he heard coming from my chambers tonight because I planned on using Astrid hard and putting her up wet. Wetter than she already was.

Astrid gave token resistance as I strode through the hallways, carrying her. Resistance I toppled by plunging my tongue into her mouth.

I almost dropped her when her searching tongue met mine, and her fingers wove through my hair to draw me closer as she mewled.

Inside my chamber, I left Magnar to close the doors, too busy swinging Astrid onto the bed.

A little dazed and deliciously disheveled, she stared up at me. “I’m not having sex with you.”

“Uh huh.”

Her pretty eyes dilated as soon as I dropped my leathers, both cocks so tumescent veins rippled all along the thick lengths and precum pearled at the tips.

I smelled her heat from paces away, a sexy feminine scent full of succulent wetness.

She rose onto hands and knees, facing me, and her heavy tits dangled within the scant confines of her gown.

Growling, I stalked to her. Yanked her upright on her knees. Invading her mouth again—wild and greedy—I ripped the dress straight down the middle like I’d wanted to earlier.

“We don’t have to fuck, meehri.”

She whimpered when I cupped one tit and mouthed the thick nipple and large areola until they wetly shined.

“But I’m still going to have your pussy tonight.”

Her hands came up to clasp the back of my head, and I laid her down on the soft tazek fur covering. Such a lush sight, my human woman with her pale hair fanned out, her lips parted for smoky sensual moans, big tits ready for more of my mouth.

Pouncing on her, I nursed the magnificent orbs, mashing them together, taking both taut nubs into my mouth. I grazed the pink pearls with my fangs and listened to her cry my name.

Her legs parted. Her back arched. Her hips writhed restlessly.

And my two cocks slapped heavily against her inner thigh every time I dipped down to gobble her generous tits.

Wide nipples lashed and laved and tortured by my teeth and tongue, I wandered low with one hand. Down through the fine pelt of hair guarding her cunt. She soaked my palm instantly, and I needed to taste her.

I wanted to impale her.

Tonight it would just be my tongue and fingers.

Using the least of my strength, I flipped Astrid around and settled her lustrously wet pussy just above my face, knees spread beside my head, breasts cushioned on my stomach, and her sweet mouth at cocks-level.

Her heated breath along my shafts made my toes curl.

I ran my hands up her spread thighs and slapped both palms down on her ass before clenching the fleshy mounds and pulling her onto my mouth. Sweeping my tongue up her drenched channel, I flicked at her perineum, tapping that taut stretch of wet flesh.

Her breath again gusted over my cocks. Then she dipped her head, and her ass rose up. I growled hungrily when she pulled her pussy off my face to slide her tongue between my cocks, rasping the sides of both bone-hard lengths at the same time.

When she blew across the swollen knobs, my sac drew up and my stomach clenched. Head craned back, I released an anguished grunt.

Hands circling her waist, I seated her back on my mouth, banding my arms around her to keep her in place. I lashed her dripping channel, taking the frills of her labia between my teeth as my tongue drove deep inside.

An electric shiver rippled all over my body when my petite mate lowered the top of her mouth over one insanely sensitive cockhead. A cockhead that drooled inside her mouth as she formed a perfect stretched oval and suckled my meat as if it were her favorite meal.

Intense pleasure hit me in the gonads, and I redoubled my assault on her sexy pussy, lapping up her liquid essence and dandling a rough fingertip around the bead of her peaked clit.

Her nipples drilled into my abs.

Her hair shimmered along the tops of my thighs.

Her fingers circled around my testicles, tightening and drawing the cum-heavy sac away from my cocks, and her hips circled around as her cunt wept ambrosial liquid into my slavering mouth.

She spat on my cocks, saliva dripping down to my balls. Then she arched up, pushing her pussy onto my mouth, my chin.

“Zane!” Her blunt fingernails dug into my thighs when I pumped in and out of her tasty little hole.

My fangs fucking throbbed. I wanted to bite her until her blood ran down my chin, and her girl cream moistened my entire face.

Lifting my knees, I reached low and pointed both cocks at her face, silently begging her to fit as much of me into her mouth as possible.

Intense pleasure made my nads collide when she fitted her sleek lips over the other dick, swallowing harshly down to the back of her mouth. Saliva wet the shaft, and she caught the wetness in her palm, fisting my other cock with lewd slick sounds.

“Fuck yes, Astrid.” My body stretched tight beneath her, my cocks slippery wet with her feasting between the two.

A heavy groan heaved my chest, and I planted my face at her cunt, exploring now with fingers delved inside.

Ramming to the knuckles, I licked her pretty clit delicately as it pulsated against my tongue.

She gagged down on one cock, stroking the other.

Her ass undulated in a pure mating dance, and when I nipped the inside of her thigh with my fangs she rose up. Her cry of pure carnal release made my hair stand on end, my cocks bolt upright.

Before she came down, I sniffed at her all over. Leaking love juice melted on my tongue when I started on her again.

She threw a hot glance over her shoulder, pressing back and down and onto my mouth.

Hands roaming between our bodies, I grasped her tits, finding her nipples stiff and splendid. I pinched them, and she howled.

I licked her, and she hooked her ankles behind my neck.

Pure carnal creature.

And Gods, I loved that scientific mind of hers, especially when she inspected my cocks all over . . . with her tongue.

When she dragged one engorged cockhead along her inner cheek, a surge such as I’d never felt before burst through my loins. I exploded, eyes crushed closed, tongue dug deep inside her.

Astrid swallowed, a moan stuck in her throat along with my seed when she soaked my mouth again, coming from my ministrations and my semen spurting over and over.

I lifted her up and shifted her around. And with the back of her head in my hand, I guided her to my lower stiff cock, stuffing her face immediately. I watched her take the helmet into her mouth. She hadn’t swallowed the first load and, when she parted her lips, my thick cum slickened down the second throbbing pole.

Dripping. Sloshing. Hot . . . Fucking . . . Blowjob.

I nearly levitated off the bed the moment I filled her mouth again. Pleasure blinded me to all but the sucking and swallowing sounds as Astrid ran her fists up and down my cock.

I wanted to give her such a brutal pounding that, even as my second cock spurted with a roar from my throat, the arousal never abated.

Bringing Astrid to my side, I kissed her, sharing our essence on our tongues. “How was that for not fucking?”

The woman purred, her hand on my chest exploring the new markings that were slowly evolving into a colorful infinity symbol stretching from both sides of my chest if this thing played out anything like it had between X and Prairie.

“I have no complaints.”

Better not.

Astrid didn’t have any complaints through the entire night. I pleasured her over and over . . . using everything but my cocks to penetrate her. Her loud climaxes could’ve brought the palace down around our heads.

In the end, she lay prone beneath me, fingers clutching and curling against my back as I healed any scratch my fangs may have caused during the many times I’d rolled her across the bed.

Worthy of my mate.

As long as I proved myself worthy of her.

“Can I fuck you tomorrow?” I asked, my voice husky against her ear.

But Astrid only shifted closer into the strong shelter of my body, already softly snoring.

****

The light of the many suns beaming in through open balcony doors awakened me the next morning. Eyes clinched closed, I patted the bedding, searching for a woman who was both nymph and newly unleashed nympho.

Warm covers met my palms, but no nude Astrid.

I propped up on my elbows just as she jumped onto the bed, raring to go.

So was I. Both cocks beating hard against my stomach. She’d obviously been awake longer than me. Her hair gleamed and her skin glowed lustrously.

My eyes narrowed as I took in the rounded bounty of her naked form. She’d found the bathing pool in my chambers, that much was apparent. A vision of her all wet and slippery from the warm water filtered to me, and I regretted not seeing her bathe almost as much as I regretted her having washed my cum from all over her body.

She dropped a kiss to my lips then sat back as if unaware of her charms. “I’m ready to explore.”

Grabbing her arm, I pulled her under me. Pinning her, I dropped my full weight upon her, making sure she felt how hard she made me.

“Me too.”

I lashed her with a wicked kiss full of the taunting trade of sleek tongue upon tongue.

Gasping, she tried to push me away.

Squeezing her ass in both hands, I flipped to my back and brought her on top of me.

“You lured me here with promises of scientific discoveries, Zane.” Yet her hands climbed my chest to lace behind my neck.

“Is that the only reason you agreed?” Raising her higher, I brought the pearled tip of her aroused tit to my mouth.

“Stop. Stop!” she gasped out, pushing me back.

Lifting her off me, I frowned. “What?”

“You muddle my brain with your . . . when you . . .”

A smirk tilted my lips, and I leered at her naked body.

“Stop it.” She wagged a finger at me. Then she fanned herself with the flat of her hand. “You’re too sexy, and I’ve never . . . come like you made me. But you’re not telling me the whole truth here.”

“I’m not?”

“When were you going to tell me how old you really are?”

Oh, that. One of Prairie’s favorite tidbits. She liked to call X Old Man.

“Yeah.” I scratched my jaw. “Was going to let you know.” Eventually.

“Mr. Hobbs was right,” Astrid muttered.

Jealousy flared immediately. “Who the hell is this guy you keep mentioning?”

An image flashed across her mind. An old wrinkled man with a gummy smile on his mouth like a newborn babe.

“Oh.” I relaxed back, once again smug and self-assured.

“Mr. Hobbs claimed he was enslaved by a race of aliens called Zenithians, Zane.”

Ahhh, that.

“And he said he was returned to Earth when he was no longer useful to the race.” She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and pulled a blanket up to her chin. “How many more secrets are you keeping from me?”

“They’re not secrets, meehri. We just need more time together.” Uncomfortable with her line of questioning, I leaned forward to cup her face in both my hands. “I want you, Astrid.” I lifted her hand to my chest and pressed her palm against the expanding skin marking. “I promise you I don’t know of any male named Hobbs.”

“What about Cozmo? A boy named Cozmo?”

Another image appeared uppermost in Astrid’s mind. The young man she’d first mentioned to me in the desert.

“Who is he to you?” Words rasped from my throat, the jealousy real this time.