Page 42 of Swipe Right for Stardust

He searched my eyes with an intensity that took my breath away.

“Vanessa,” he said, his voice a low rumble that resonated through my core, “can you take more?”

I knew what he was asking. It was more than a question of physical capacity; it was an inquiry into my willingness to venture into the unknown, to fully embrace the alien before me. A thrill of anticipation shot through me, mingling with the remnants of my last orgasm. I nodded, my voice a mere whisper as I gave him my answer. “I want you, Zarnak. I need to have you inside of me.”

With a swift motion, he shifted me with one arm, the other hand working deftly to unfasten the front of his suit. The fabric parted, revealing the expanse of his chest, the short, dense fur glistening in the dim light. My gaze traveled lower, a shock of surprise hit me as his suit fell open, exposing him fully.

His cock was unlike anything I had ever seen, a testament to the stark differences between our species. It was thick and long, with a series of ridges running along its length, each one culminating in a small, rounded bump. The skin was a slightly darker shade of blue than the rest of him, smooth and almost iridescent. It was both intimidating and mesmerizing, a part of him that was undeniably alien, yet somehow perfectly designed to drive a human woman wild with desire.

Zarnak’s hand cupped my cheek, drawing my attention back to his face. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I met his gaze, my resolve unwavering. “I’m sure, Zarnak.”

With a gentleness that belied his size, he lifted me, positioning me so that I straddled him, my knees on either side of his lap. The tip of his cock brushed against my entrance, the unusual texture sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“You’re in charge, Vanessa.”

I wriggled against him, my body aching to be filled. “Lower me onto you,” I moaned, pleading.

He did as I asked, guiding me down onto his length. The ridges of his cock rubbed against my sensitive flesh, stimulating every nerve ending in my pussy. I cried out as he filled me, the sensation of being stretched to accommodate his size sending me spiraling towards another release.

His breaths came in ragged gasps, the sound of his struggle for control only fueling my arousal. I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his as I whispered, “Fuck your mate, Zarnak.”

It was as if those words broke something within him. With a growl that vibrated through both of us, he thrust upwards, burying himself fully inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of fullness and pleasure that bordered on pain. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move beneath me.

Each thrust was powerful and precise, his body driving into mine with an intensity that left me breathless. The textures of his cock stimulated every inch of my inner walls, the bumps and ridges creating a symphony of sensation that threatened to consume me.

As he fucked me, the sounds of our lovemaking echoed off the cave walls, a primal soundtrack to our union. My cries of pleasure mingled with his deep growls, creating a harmony that resonated with the very core of the universe.

His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he drove into me with increasing urgency. The orgasm built within me, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep me away. “Zarnak, I’m close,” I gasped, my voice raw with need.

He growled in response, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased his own release. “Come for me, Vanessa. Let me feel you shatter around me.”

His words were my undoing. With a cry that tore from the very depths of my soul, I came, my body convulsing around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Zarnak followed me over the edge, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside me, his roar of completion echoing through the cave.

We remained joined, our bodies slick with sweat, breaths echoing through the cavern. Slowly, Zarnak lifted me off of him, setting me gently back onto his hip. I winced slightly as his cock slipped out of me, my body still adjusting to the aftermath of our lovemaking.

He cupped my face in his hands, his gaze filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache. “Are you all right?” he asked, concern etched into his features.

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. “I’m more than all right, Zarnak.”

He returned my smile, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. “You are truly remarkable, Vanessa Wilson.”

As we sat there in the afterglow, the reality of our situation began to sink in. We were contestants on an interstellar dating show, our relationship broadcast for the entertainment of countless viewers. But right now, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the connection between us, a bond that had been forged in the fires of competition and solidified in the intimacy of our shared experience.

Zarnak wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as we both gazed up at the cave ceiling, where the glittering stones reflected the faint glow of our bioluminescent companion, Taffy. The small, tentacled creature had been a silent witness to our lovemaking, its gentle luminescence casting a soft light over the scene.

As our breathing returned to normal, I became aware of the sounds of the cave once more. The distant drip of water, the faint rustle of movement—it was a reminder that we were not alone, that the world outside our little haven continued on, oblivious to the profound change that had taken place within us.

ZARNAK

Iwoke up with a start, my body tense and alert. The cave’s darkness enveloped us, but I felt Vanessa’s warmth pressed against me. My arm was draped protectively over her waist, her back nestled against my chest. The events of our passionate encounter flooded back, sending a rush of heat through my body.

A faint sound caught my attention. I held my breath, straining to hear. There it was again - the unmistakable trickle of water.

“Vanessa,” I whispered, gently shaking her shoulder. “Wake up.”

She stirred, turning to face me. Even in the dim light, I could see the sleepy smile that curved her lips. “Morning, handsome. Or is it still night? Hard to tell in here.”

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