Page 12 of Oh No, I Stole An Alien Furball And Kissed A Beastmaster

Wasn’t that much obvious? Seriously dude, learn to read the room. But of course, aliens have to be so freaking literal. Just to avoid any confusion, I add, “I want you, Taruk.”

Taruk’s eyes widen for a moment, before crinkling at the corners. Oh great. My desperate plea pleases him. Typical male, liking to make the female beg.

I give him a vicious smirk. I’m okay with begging too.

I yelp as he suddenly lifts me into his arms.

“You’ll be more comfortable in my bed,” he grunts. Again, with the grunting. Only this time, I want to hear it. Preferably as he’s ramming that tool he’s packing into me. Is he the kind of guy that’s quiet when he explodes, or does he roar his release? I want to know everything about him.

I blink in shock as Taruk lays me gently down in a bed. Of course, it’s in his stables. Of course, The Beast doesn’t travel far from his domain, where he rules unchallenged. My giggle is cut off as his fingers pluck at my jeans button and zipper, then pull the fabric over my hips. I barely have time to kick the tangle of fabric from my ankles when his breath ghosts over my thigh.

“You smell good,” he says as he breathes in deep, nostrils flaring. Yeah, I kind of doubt it, but the heated look he’s giving me… he’s looking down at me like he’s ready to devour me. I’ve had plenty of boyfriends in the past, clearly none who ever stuck around, and not a single one was ever excited about giving oral.

Taruk dives right in. His tongue licks through my folds, and he lets out a groan like he’s just tasted the most delicious thing to ever exist.

That’s all it takes. I combust. Pleasure prickles over my skin, spreading through me from my scalp to my toes. I cry out, clinging to him, as I’m lost to bliss.

When I come to, Taruk is staring down at me with a grin on his face. Even with his scars, he’s handsome, I think to myself. I was scared of this guy at first, then I hated him, and now… I throw my arm over my face. A girl could really fall for someone like him if she’s not careful.

Taruk chuckles. He kisses me up my stomach, pausing to lavish attention on each of my breasts. Each pull of his lips, and lick of his tongue, sends sparks shooting through me again. I squirm beneath him, panting. I’ve faked it a lot in past relationships, never finding my own release, but with Taruk, my body is already priming for more. I didn’t think it was even possible to have this many orgasms.

“I’m not even close to being done with you,” Taruk mumbles. As he settles over me, his lips press against mine. His tongue spears deep. I can taste myself on him.

“Now tell me, after today’s behavior, do you deserve to be punished or rewarded?”

Oh, I am discovering whole new things about myself.

Chapter

Nine

TARUK

Zoe pants beneath me. I’m wondering just how far I can push this little human. Just how much of me can she take before she shatters… again?

I can’t decide if I am furious at her for all the chaos she has brought to my life or impressed by how she handled it. Even after making a mistake, she did what was necessary to fix it and never complained.

“So what will it be?” I ask her. I rock my hips against hers, and she groans.

“Please, Taruk,” my name on her tongue is so sweet. The look she sends me, both desperate and oddly vulnerable, is my undoing. Whatever frustrations I have pent up and ready to spend, they aren’t her fault. Not entirely. She’s had a hard day, and I find myself just wanting to please her.

To be happy, once again.

“Hmm, pleasure it is then,” I nip at her ear. Zoe’s hands cling to my biceps, holding on. Her little fingernails dig into my skin surprisingly well, despite their fragility. The tiny pinch of pain only fires me up more. Unbidden, my hips jerk, and I feel my cokas gliding through her folds. I pull back just enough to see my glistening red member against her pale skin. We look so different. Yet this feels so right.

I reach down and run my fingers over my staff and sacks, already coated in her need. I wonder how it will feel inside of my tiny female.

The thought of Zoe clenching around me, her inner walls gripping me…

“Do you want me inside of you?” I ask her, a brutal smile crossing my lips. I’m not a handsome male by far, especially after I received so many scars from my work, yet Zoe doesn’t seem frightened by my appearance at all.

She’s perhaps the first female to not shy away from me. Even when we first met, she seemed more determined to hate me, accusing me of planning to kill her beloved pet, than fear me.

“I thought this was supposed to be pleasure, not torture,” she laughs. “Please, Taruk, I need you now.”

I line myself up with her entrance, positioning myself over the top of her. She widens her legs, wrapping them around me. It’s all the more surprising when she tries to pull me forward, to enter her faster. She’s so small. I don’t want to risk hurting her. So I take my time. Painstakingly sliding into her heated depths. I want to shove in, I want to take all of her in one solid thrust that will have her screaming… but I have no idea if my sacks will even fit. The tension bearing down on them is intense—the most pleasure I’ve ever felt.

Beneath me, Zoe whimpers. She squirms and pants as I rock, sliding inch by inch deeper inside of her. Her eyes are closed, and her face… she’s in bliss.

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