Page 45 of An Alien for the Farm

I’ve dreamed of this moment, salivated over it, and now that it’s here, I’m caught in a fear that might destroy it all.

“No,” I croak. “Don’t move, starshine.”

My claw is still wrapped around her wrist and we’re still frozen, my chest heaving with each breath, her sweet scent clouding my senses. I’m not sure what to do but I can’t let this moment end. Not so soon.

“Close your eyes for me?”

Her eyebrows rise a little but then she obliges. A breath shudders through my frame as my cock jerks and slaps against her again.

“Need more friction, Little Bird?”

She runs the tip of her tongue over her lower lip, the movement like temptation’s call, before she nods slightly. “Yes.”

“I’ll give you more friction.”

I shift, angling my hips as I release my hold on her wrist and take hold of her hips. Lifting her off me, I balance her with one arm as I pull my cock from the hastily wrapped tunic and allow it to slap against my abdomen. Pre-spend coats my scales immediately and I take another shuddering breath. The sight of this beautiful female hovering over my hard cock makes another burst of spend seep from my tip. It takes the arms of several gods to resist the urge to press into her center.

I stare up at Eleanor, wanting time—this exact moment—to freeze.

“Alright, starshine. Slowly now.”

I help her lower and the moment my hard cock fits in between her thighs, Eleanor goes still, a soft gasp on her lips.

“Zynar, you’re…”

“Moving too quickly? I can reposition it if you don’t like it there.”

“No.” She flushes. “No. I mean…you’re so big.” She almost whispers the last word, but I hear it, anyway. It sends a throb through my cock that jerks against her heat. Eleanor inhales deeply.

“You don’t want me to see it…” Her utterance is also a whisper and I groan. Not because of her words but because I can feel her heat against my shaft. That sweet scent of her rises and all I can feel and see is her.

“Not yet,” I finally utter.

“You don’t have to hide from me, Zynar,” she whispers. “I know you’re probably not what I’m used to, but we’re both different from what we’re used to. I don’t mind.”

“Mm,” I groan. What gods did I pray to for this sweet bird to come into my life? “I do not wish to scare you away, Liora.”

Her eyes flutter open then, but she respects my wishes by keeping her gaze on me. The tunic she’s wearing covers most of my shaft, anyway. All that’s visible is the sloped head that’s still seeping pre-spend.

I groan again. “Look what you’re making me do, Little Bird.”

She looks between us then, her mouth opening before her tongue slides out and runs across her lips.

“Come now,” I growl. “Use me.”

I grasp her hips again and force her to rub against my hardness. She inhales sharply, hands returning to my shoulders as she grips me tight.

“That’s it, Little Bird. Use me.”

Eleanor’s eyes flutter as she grinds against my shaft. Whatever it is, the tension and friction is what she needs and I will provide it. Matching her rhythm, I roll her hips as she rides, each slide of her heat over my shaft threatening to make me lose my vision to pure bliss.

When she leans in, I purr. “You smell so good, Liora.”

“And you,” she pants. “Oh, God.” She dips her nose to my neck again, her tongue swiping out to lick the soft spattering of scales there as she groans. “You smell divine.”

Frakk, I might actually climax if this keeps up.

Eleanor grinds her hips, rolling her core against my shaft till I feel remnants of my spend that must have been dripping down my shaft seep through the undergarment she’s wearing. I groan at the thought, and when she lifts her head and presses her mouth against mine again, I know I’m lost.

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