Page 9 of My Alien Sunshine

Even thinking about it makes me shudder in disgust. To men, I’m already an object, a toy to use for their pleasure. It’s even more demeaning when they lick me all over. Like I’m not even a toy anymore. I’m food. A fucking popsicle. I loathe the feeling.

“Alright,” is all Faelin responds. He doesn’t ask why I don’t like it. He doesn’t ask why I cover myself in sweet, edible paint if I don’t like to be licked. Giving me a thoughtful look, he asks, “Everywhere?”

The question catches me off guard. I’m distracted by his naked body over mine and the thick pillar of his erection pressing against my stomach. He has a great cock and I can’t help but wonder what it’s going to feel like inside me.

Normally, I have to think about other things, to take my mind off the act to survive it without going insane. Pleasure tends to be the last thing on my mind. Tonight, I can’t take my mind off Faelin’s cock even if I wanted to. “Everywhere?” I repeat his question like a dummy, having long forgotten what he was asking about.

“Do you hate to be licked everywhere?” he clarifies, grinning. “Or are there some spots that are an exception? Like here?” He lowers his head to my nipple, running his tongue over it.

I moan, arching my back and running my hands through his hair to make sure he doesn’t move away. “Oh…nipples are definitely an exception,” I whisper, panting as a surprising rush of desire runs through me. “Lick away.”

“Hmm.” He gives me a speculative look, the tip of his tongue flicking over my nipple again while he watches my expression as if trying to determine if I’m telling the truth. In this case, there’s no pretense for him to find. I love my nipples teased in any way possible.

“Very well,” he murmurs, closing his mouth around the other hardened peak. “No licking off the body paint, then?” As I shake my head, he fakes a mournful grimace. “Too bad. I liked the taste. However, I bet I can find something even more tasty on your body than a bit of paint.”

I hold my breath as he kisses his way down my stomach. When was the last time someone licked my pussy? I can’t recall. Some men offer after I go down on them, thinking they’re supposed to reciprocate, but I can tell they don’t really mean it, so I refuse every time.

Faelin, however, appears to crave my pussy, letting out a choked moan as he nuzzles the curls surrounding it. “Fuck, I love these.”

He’s not lying. The knowledge makes me relax. “You know, it’s funny,” I say, chuckling. “The men on Earth prefer women to shave or wax these areas. Other species seem to be quite the opposite.”

“Shave?” he asks incredulously. “Nonsense! Genital hair is beautiful the way it is. I love how it carries your scent. It’s so soft and fluffy.”

I snort a laugh. I don’t think anyone has ever called my pubic hair fluffy. I don’t think anyone has ever called anyone’s pubic hair fluffy. But Faelin is so earnest I know he means every word he says.

My laugh dies in my throat when he runs the tip of his nose between my lower lips, inhaling as if sampling the rarest of perfumes. I whimper, a new onslaught of desire has me clenching my inner core muscles and wishing he’d fill me up with his big, fat cock already. “Oh, Faelin…please…?”

“May I lick you here?” he asks. “Another exception?” he adds with a beguiling wink.

I’m ready to slap him. To crush his head between my thighs. To grab his hair and hold him to my pussy until he dies of asphyxiation. I want him so much. “Yes!” I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny. Maybe back on Earth, when I dated? I used to like sex back then, but was I ever this needy, this desperate? I don’t think I was.

My thoughts scatter as Faelin dives in, his tongue circling my opening before moving up to my clit. He gently coaxes it out of the hood, driving me crazy in the process. I bury my hands in his short mane, needing something to hold on to.

He sucks and licks and the pleasure coils inside of me. I writhe underneath him, desperate for release, but his tongue alone isn’t enough to push me over the edge. “Oh, please,” I beg incoherently.

“Tell me,” Faelin demands between licks. “Tell me what you need, Nala.”

“F-fingers…”

I’m not sure how he caught the word between my moans and whimpers, but he must have. A thick finger pushes inside of me, then another. He curls them just right and a second later, I shatter. I might be calling his name as I come. I might just be screaming for mercy. I don’t know anymore.

He eases his ministrations but continues stroking and licking me, prolonging my ecstasy. Only after I’ve calmed down does he pull away and lie beside me on the mattress. His grin is smug, his chin wet with my juices. It’s such an outrageously ridiculous sight that I can’t help but laugh.

Faelin’s grin grows wider. “I love your laugh,” he says, watching me reverently. “The real one. And the real Nala. You’re perfection. My perfection.”

“Yours,” I agree. For tonight. Not wanting to break the moment, I don’t add those words out loud. I’m not free to become his.

His eyes gleam with happiness. “I like you, Nala. Remember, whatever you need, just ask. I’ll make it happen.”

As if I could ask him. Hey, Faelin, would you mind giving me all of your money? No questions asked, no strings attached? I snort to myself. Yeah, that would go over well. The only thing I can do is continue with my plan. “There is one thing I need right now,” I say, keeping my tone playful.

“Anything.”

“Well, I really need your cock inside me.” I’m not even lying. I do want his cock.

Tonight, I’m his. Tomorrow, I’ll be on my own again. I’ll take what I need and walk out of the door, never to think about him again. It’s how it has to be.

Chapter 7

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