Page 98 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

“Show me where?” He curled his tail around her leg, snaking it higher up her thigh. “Here, by any chance?” He wormed the tip of his tail between her legs.

She cursed under her breath, bucking her hips when he brushed by her pleasure spot.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, even as his desire spiked, “What a filthy mouth you have on you, Madam Maya. It’s unfortunate we can’t use spanking as a corrective method of your behavior.”

Neither of them was into the kind of play that involved spanking. But he knew Maya loved the stern tone of his reprimands.

“I’ll do better, Professor. Please, please find out what’s wrong with me. I need to have this throbbing stop.”

“I’m afraid it will get much worse before it gets any better,” he warned, untying the shawl from around her hips. “But there are a few things we can try. Do you trust me to make it better?”

“I do,” she replied with no hesitation.

Taking her in his arms, he laid her down with her back to the blanket, then eased her tight swim shorts down her legs.

“Open wider for me, Maya,” he said softly. And she obediently parted her knees, exposing herself to him.

He didn’t need to touch her to see how wet she was. The delicate lips of her sex glistened with her arousal.

“You have the most gorgeous puss... um, reproductive organ I’ve ever seen.”

“It means a lot coming from you,” she quipped. “You have seen quite a few.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, making it hard to stay in the role.

“What are you going to do to me, Professor?” Maya’s deliberately timid question brought him back on track.

“First, I will find the epicenter of your suffering.” Holding her knees open with his hands, he drew circles on her inner thigh with his tail, moving it closer and closer to her core.

Her chest moved with shallow breathing. Her breasts heaved enticingly. He leaned forward, taking them in his hands again.

Maya arched an eyebrow. “I thought we were done with their examination.”

“It’s good to keep them, um...warm,” he made up the lamest explanation. His brain was too clouded with need to come up with anything better.

“Is that what you’re doing?” Maya narrowed her eyes at him. “Keeping them warm?”

“And moist.” He dragged his tongue over a nipple, then nibbled at it with his lips.

That stopped her from questioning him. Her eyelids dropped in pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her breast into his mouth.

He flicked his tail over her hot, swollen clit.

“Oh God...” she gasped, raising her butt off the ground in search of more.

She was so ready for him. All it’d take would be just a few more tugs and strokes to make her come. But it was too much fun to play, and he tried to prolong it as much as they both could possibly stand.

He admired the sight of her, spread out in front of him, her skin flushed, her long hair spread around her head like flower petals. Her eyes closed, she was lost to the sensations taking over her body.

Dragging his tail between her slick, heated folds again, he enjoyed the sight of her trembling thighs. Muscles under her skin rippled. She flexed her fingers, clutching the blanket in her fingers.

“I need your cock,” she groaned, lost to all-consuming need.

“That is a rather peculiar request, Madam Maya,” he chuckled.

She reached between them, squeezing his erection through his beach shorts.

“Get this thing inside me, Professor. And fuck me. Hard.”

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