Humility
Humility stared down at the large hairless green man with the ginormous hard on poking out of his shorts. That was unfair. Despite being green and hairless, the man (if that term was even applicable) was still hot as hell.
And here she was, sitting next to him, contemplating screwing him, something that would have never crossed her mind when she was back on Earth.
Hue had only ever done it once, and that had turned into a disaster. Her one and only high school romance had been two months of dating, and when her teenage brain had been imagining their happily ever after, she’d spread her legs for two minutes of in-and-out. By the next week, he was already onto his next conquest without a single look back.
Adult Hue could look back and see a quick escape, but the teenager had been crushed and withdrew even further into her home life as her father’s health had declined. The counselors had been kind, chalking it up to a delayed reaction to her mother’s death, but Hue relished in taking care of her little sister when times got hard.
And this was the guy that was supposed to give Humility her own children to raise. And the one that held the key to greasing the wheels for a treatment for her father.
She put her hand on his chest, and he froze. Hue watched as his skin morphed under her palm. When she lifted it, he was pink underneath, like some chameleon or one of those ancient mood rings that changed colors with heat.
She traced a line up his chest with a finger, leaving a trail of color as she went. She drew circles on his skin and then pressed her thumb in the center. His tattoos started to glow. She hadn’t noticed them at first, mainly because his skin kept changing, but now they were really starting to put off light.
“Breathe,” she told him, realizing he’d been holding it since she started touching him.
Kave’s breath hissed out and then he forced more air in.
“Is that normal? Changing colors and glowing.”
“Yes. But the glow is a private affair, reserved for one’s mate. You will find that Etlonians are well suited for jungle camouflage, but have difficulty interpreting the desires of our females who do not wear their emotions on their skin.”
A warning of sorts, Hue thought. “So this is desire?”
“Yes.” His breath was raspy and he was staring at her lips. For her part, Humility felt her body responding, growing wet for him, nipples hardening to points against her bra. So far, she hadn’t crossed the line. She could still walk away. And he would let her. But every touch was drawing her closer. Her natural curiosity was not helping any either. What color was his tongue? Would he taste different than a human male? Would they actually fit together, and if they tried to do it, could she kill him? What if she did?
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
He actually laughed. Then he smothered it and looked guilty, as if he wasn’t sure how she’d take being laughed at. She leaned down and kissed him. It was featherlight, just a touch, but that was all it took for a hand to reach out and pull her forward, deepening the kiss, tasting her properly and stealing her breath.
Teenage sloppy kisses had nothing on adult alien ones. His tongue taunted hers, teased her into his mouth while still managing to explore every corner of hers. It was pleasurable play, without any further insistence, though when she took a moment to breathe, she realized his hand was under her shirt, on her bare back. But she wanted it there. She wanted more touching, not less. Her center was on fire and her jeans were more a chafing reminder than a comfort.
Humility centered herself on him, straddling his hips. Her knee was still a good six inches from his wound, which relieved her. She looked down at him, and whipped her shirt off over her head. It was a move she’d scoffed at in the vids, but here, it just felt right. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She tossed it, but not far. It wouldn’t do to be lost on an alien planet without a proper bra.
The thoughts that flew through her head as she just sat there above him, topless, and let him look his fill… The hungry look in his eyes made her cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. His hands skimmed her jeans but injured as he was, his movements were limited. He couldn’t touch her unless she leaned forward.
She leaned forward and planted a hand on either side of his head. He took immediate advantage and played with her nipples.
“Oh my, lovely, lovely,” he said, without any seeming intention of finishing his thought. Yes. Today in the jungle, she would be his to fuck. Neither one of them was under any pretense that this could be anything else. A mutually beneficial relationship with lots of pleasure attached. He pulled her in for another kiss and combined with his wandering hands, Humility was more than ready to move forward.
She pulled up and rolled off of him, careful to keep pressure away from his left side. He had the gall to look disappointed as she stood over him. It faded when she peeled off her jeans and panties in one swift movement. Humility smiled and stood over him again, naked as a jaybird and surprisingly unabashed. She made no move to cover any bit of herself from his gaze. She bent over, intending to lower his waistband, but he stopped her.
“No. Here. I want to see you first.” He patted the ground above his head. It was a slightly odd request, but Humility, in her new free and open spirit of things, let herself be guided down with her knees on either side of his head. It was then clear that his plan included much more than just looking.
The first touch of his tongue had her gasping loudly. The next touch had her legs spreading wider, involuntarily seeking out more, deeper contact. His hands wrapped around her thighs, and his tongue lost its tentativeness as her hands reached out for a tree branch above them, trying to find something to hang onto.
“Oh God! I! Oh!” Her screams of pleasure as his tongue penetrated her startled them both. He paused and she nearly cried from being so close to the edge of something that she’d never felt at the hands of another.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
He restarted with abandon, repeatedly playing with her clit and then thrusting deep inside her with his talented tongue. Hue rode wave after wave of pleasure as she ground herself on his tongue.
She was too lost in her own pleasure to get a warning when she was lifted up and a moment later, his pulsing cockhead was pressing against her entrance. He held her there, for a moment, waiting for her, asking her silently for the last permission before he claimed her fully.
“You’re gonna start bleeding again,” she warned, watching the muscles and color splotches ripple his skin.
“You are sure?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, Humility grabbed his cock and guided it into her. He lowered her slowly, but she was so wet from his earlier attentions that she slid onto his massive rod like butter.
Humility was full, so wonderfully full. All worries that she wouldn’t fit melted away. She could feel her body clenching around the invasion, but there was nothing but anticipation coursing through her veins.
“You’ll have to-” he ground out. He was trying to control his breathing, but she could tell, he was near the edge.
“Ride you?” She rotated her hips around and he groaned.
“Oh, my stars, mate. If you don’t give me a moment, I shall lose myself like a whelp spills into his hand at night.”
The appeal of making this strong warrior lose control was a little too much. There would be time later, when he was at full health, to show her how much stamina he had. Now, she was just as ready to pop as he was.
Humility was merciless in the rhythm she set, though she couldn’t manage much in the way of thrust because she was so afraid of hurting him. Instead, she wiggled and jostled and rotated and found enough friction to send her right to the edge in a hot minute.
He roared under her, his cavernous howl dwarfing all of her earlier cries, and pulled her down to him. Before she could object, his mouth found her neck and his teeth were needling her flesh. Instead of the pain, there was a hot flush of pleasure that set white stars in front of her eyes and had her climaxing around his cock, adding her scream to his. She knew that he filled her, sending his hot seed deep inside her.
Humility collapsed boneless on top of him. Moments later, she found herself lulled to sleep by his slowing heartbeat.