Page 9 of Protected By the Alien Space Guardian

His hands moved underneath my arms, and he pulled me up.

“Not yet, my beauty.” He tilted his head with that knowing smile of his. Before I could protest or say anything, his hands were back on me. Sudsied, warm, oily hands. They moved over my torso, kneading my tits, turning me into a whimpering mess.

I found the source of the suds by accident as my hands fumbled against the wall. I didn’t have a chance to grab any, though, because his hand found its way between my legs and my clit. A finger slid inside me, deep inside me. He added a second and moved them up and down. I have no idea how I kept standing there because my legs turned utterly boneless, but I did, even when I came shuddering on his fingers.

“My turn,” I murmured breathlessly when he had worked his magic all over my body. I took hold of his cock, but his hands pushed mine to the side.

“No.” He moved up on me and turned me around. My hands found support against the walls of the stall as he pulled my hips back, and I spread my legs, breathing hard and deep in anticipation of his cock as it moved against my entrance.

He pushed in, just a bit at first and I mewled at every inch he conquered after that. Nothing had ever felt this incredibly good before. Slowly he moved in deeper than I would have thought physically possible. Spreading my walls right to the edge of pain, and yes, his hard, thick veins caused the most delicious friction that made me cry out.

My head fell between my arms, and water ran down my back, but all I felt now was him thrusting in and out of me. His hands were on my hips as he directed them back and forth.

There were only his grunts, my mewls, the sound of rushing water, and the tightening of my muscles as he brought me to the edge of the mother of all orgasms. He kept pumping into me, but his hands left my hips and cupped my tits. His calloused thumb flitted over my erect nipple. I cried out as the knot inside me broke, releasing the dam of pent-up tension like a flood rushing through my system, making me dizzy and soar at the same time.

He bellowed his release so guttural, so animalistic that another shorter climax followed the first, robbing me of breath.

I felt his hair first as it brushed against my bare back, then his forehead as he leaned it against me, followed by his hot breath coming out in pants.

She was panting below me, but I wasn’t done with her sweet little cunt yet. She was tighter than any other I had ever possessed, and the way her walls had milked me had been utterly delicious.

She was even more attractive after the blood washed off her face than I had first noticed. . Delighted, I bathed in its delicateness. She was more than beautiful; she was attractive, with her slightly jutting out chin that hinted at a stubbornness.

I took a moment to scrutinize her nose, having all but forgotten about it, but it seemed straight to me and not broken.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed, which was a colossal atrocity in the cabin that had belonged to the former commander of the Cryon vessel and was now mine. It didn’t matter where I took my little human, though, as long as I was going to take her.

She was still breathing hard when I laid her down and spread her legs—oh, what a delicious sight she made—I moved between them to explore her cunt to appease my desires. She tasted sweet and thick as my tongue glided through her folds. She writhed underneath me with a barely-there moan that became louder as I found the little knob that gave her such pleasure earlier.

I always loved exploring females of a new species, and I hadn’t had the privilege in a long time, so I was intent on drawing this out and exploring every little detail of her body.

Her legs quivered around my head, and I placed my hands around her ass and hips to keep her in place while I licked and sucked her free-flowing juices until my head swam. She was more intoxicating than any spirit I had ever enjoyed.

Her moans turned into short little cries as her body spasmed underneath me from the bliss of another orgasm raking through her. Was that three or four? I had lost count, but it didn’t matter. I always saw to the pleasure of my bed partners over my own first. It was the one and only time I wasn’t selfish.

As she rode her climax, I entered her a second time. This time, she was positioned so I could enjoy the way her tits moved up and down in sync with my thrusts—very delectable tits. Round and full and proud. My mouth watered at the sight of her erect nipples, and I leaned over to suckle first one, then the other.

Her hands moved to my biceps, and clung to them as I rode her into another climax.

Fuck, she was tight. Her walls pulsed around me until my balls squeezed my seed deep into her, and stars exploded in front of my vision. My hands balled into fists as they grabbed the bed’s headboard because I was afraid I would hurt her with the intensity with which I came.

It took me a moment to regain my breath and focus. One look at her told me she was even more spent than I. Her eyelids already fluttered shut, ready to fall into an exhausted sleep.

Suddenly, an intense pain on my right bicep and hip robbed me of my breath. I seized and barely managed to pull out of her to avoid hurting her and rolled off the bed with a thud.

“You okay?” She yawned from the bed.

My grunted response must have assured her that I was because she didn’t lean over as I rolled myself around on the floor to see what was causing the searing pain that felt as if my skin was burning from the inside out. Black lines broke out all over my flesh where the pain was the most excruciating. Had the human female poisoned me?

The lines were thick and elaborate but not straight. They looked more like tattoos as they began to snake around my bicep and hip. What in the devil’s name?

I managed to get to my feet. Pushing against the wall, I made my way over to the table, but when I reached for a chair, it toppled to the ground.

On the bed, Zoe sat up with a start. “Raasla?”

Quicker than I expected her to be, she rushed to my side and slung my arm over her shoulder. “What’s wrong? Is it the wound?”

My unhurt arm shot forward, my fingers curled around her fragile neck as I pinned her to the wall. Her little fingers clutched against my forearm, her dull nails doing nothing to my hard skin.

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