Page 46 of An Alien for the Farm

“More,” she whimpers. “I need—” She pants, breaths hard against my skin as she whimpers something incomprehensible.

“Tell me what you need, Little Bird, and I will give it to you.” Frakk, I’m not even inside her and her little sounds are making me soak my abdomen. When she releases me, lifting one hand to snake between us, I follow her with my claw.

Her hand stops right at her center and my core-beat stutters. So close to her most private spot. Will she allow me to touch her there? But Eleanor doesn’t seem to mind that my claw is following her movements, trying to determine what she needs.

When she pushes away her undergarment, I groan with the pure, unhindered sweetness that wafts into my being. I inhale deeply, taking her in as a flutter starts in the center of my chest.

I follow her path and when my digits brush over the softest bits of flesh I have ever touched, I pray to the gods that this is not a dream. That I’m not alone in the outbuilding, hoping for all this. That I’m really living it.

When two of her digits press into her core, I know that if it is a dream, I never want to wake.

But the position is awkward. Like this, she loses the friction on my shaft.

“Let me, Little Bird.” I pull my arm out, my gaze going blurry and coming back in at the sight of her juices glistening on my digits. But I’ve no time to savor them right now. She needs me.

I reach around her instead, sliding my claw underneath her tunic to palm her round behind. She whimpers at the same time that I growl. A squeeze and my fangs ache. I want to bite into it. But that’s for another sol. Another time.

Slowly, in case I interrupt her, I push her undergarment to the side.

Gods help me. Her scent is intoxicating.

As Eleanor rubs her core against my shaft, I run two digits over her softness, my lids fluttering as I paint a picture of her in my mind. She’s so perfect, even her core feels like the petals of the blooms she adores so much. I groan as she whimpers the moment my digit slides over a small bud. Like the bud nestled within a bloom, she pants and whimpers each time that same bud slides over the ridges on my shaft. I store that information for later, my digits moving down as Eleanor nestles her head into my neck again, inhaling deeply as she slides over my shaft.

When I reach her opening, I replace her hand with my claw, sliding two digits in that makes her stiffen, her chest heaving so hard, I wonder if I hurt her.

But she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she says, “Yes.”

I seep. My cock weeps.

Her entrance is so small, so tight, it grips my digits like a vacuum sucking them inside her. The unbelievable heat that spreads through my claw as I pump the digits inside her, almost makes me release again. With my free claw, I force her hips to rock and rub that little bud against my shaft as I bring her closer to a climax with my digits alone.

It’s sweet torture. Each thrust, I imagine as my own. As if it is my cock entering her, sliding deep into the same heat that grips me now.

“Eleanor,” I groan.

“Oh God, Zynar I think I’m gonna—”

“Use me starshine. Take all that you need.”

She whimpers into my neck and when I feel her mouth open, her teeth closing around my skin, I spurt. My cock throbs, sending a gush of spend between us as Eleanor screams into my skin. The climaxes catch us both unawares and we’re left in a shuddering heap of flesh and spend.

“Sweet Liora.”

I slip my digits from within her tight sheath, lifting my claw to the light. Her spend is clear, glistening. I bring the digits to my mouth at the same time that she lifts her head and watches me taste her for the first time.

That strange flutter in my chest heightens, almost as if my core-beat is interrupted. It’s in the background of my mind as I lick my entire claw clean, taking every bit of Eleanor that I can get. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before and yet, like something so uniquely familiar.

“You are temptation,” I growl.

A breath releases from her making her shoulders sag. With her petals still pressed against me, I feel a throb go through her core.

“Oh, Zynar.” Eleanor rests against me, and I wrap my arms around her.

“Don’t worry,” she murmurs. “I’ll get up soon.”

“We can stay like this for as long as you like, Liora.”

I feel her smile. I feel her joy go right through me. My core-beat skips and that flutter intensifies to the point where my core-beat cuts out for several clicks before crashing, the organ racing.

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