Page 12 of Alien Viking's Passion

His clear eyes widened, and his pants would have fallen to the ground if his raging erection hadn’t held them up. “We shall see.”

She eagerly pulled his leather pants down to his thighs and let them fall. What they revealed was big, thick, and hard, standing straight skywards from his crotch. She was almost grateful for the dark, so she couldn’t see the details of what was going to penetrate her. It might have made her lose her nerve.

No,she told herself.Nothing will stop me from this experience.

“Yes,” she said out loud, her voice little more than a wheeze. “I need you, Craxon. Take me. Come on.” With trembling, impatient fingers she undid the fastenings of the skirt, making it fall to the ground around her feet.

Stepping out of it, she slid her panties down and stood naked in the starlight and the breeze from the ocean, feeling vulnerable but also unspeakably powerful because she made a huge Viking prince want her this much.

He towered over her, big fingertips running down her arms, over to her breasts, and down to her hips. Then he lost patience and got down on his knees to explore her lower half.

How can his hands be this warm and soft?Aretha asked herself. But her internal monologue went silent the moment one of his fingers stroked through her triangle of coarse hair, going down.

She reflexively parted her thighs to give him the access he needed, resulting in a growl from the Viking prince as he saw her offering herself to him.

And to his mouth, as it turned out. He ducked down and kissed the inside of her thighs, moving towards her center with laps of his tongue that started warm and turned cool the moment he moved on.

Aretha jerked the moment the tip of his tongue touched her most sensitive parts, and a delighted whimper escaped her as she pushed her hips forwards in encouragement. This was unexplored territory for her, and it was better than she had dreamed.

Craxon’s tongue and mouth played around her center, occasionally touching a part that made her twitch and moan. After a short while he lost patience. The giant, eight-foot-tall Viking warrior lifted her in his arms so that she sat inside his elbows and could lean back on his forearms, spreading her completely for his gaze as he stood up and lifted her with him. Her legs were spread wide on either side of his face, and she hadno choice but to lean back and enjoy the ride, six feet off the ground. She let her hands hang loosely down in submission.

Craxon breathed on her open sex, and she shuddered in delight and anticipation of what had to happen now. Everything had to happen now.

The tip of his tongue ran teasingly up the side of her sex, letting her know that he could do whatever he wanted.

“More,” Aretha whimpered, barely aware of what she was saying. She just knew she needed more, and spread open at his face, this was no time to be coy. She smelled her own arousal in the air, she felt the heat building at her center, she spread herself wider in wanton offering, knowing she was dripping and had been for a while.

Craxon’s tongue ran smoothly up the full length of her sex, ending up with a knowing swipe across her clit. She moaned again, this time with a pleading tone. She didn’t even know what she wanted him to do at this point — she felt like she would come at the touch of a feather.

But Craxon knew. Placing his mouth at her entrance, he seemed to test her readiness. Then he gave off a short, amused chuckle and lifted his head, bringing Aretha’s face close to him, piercing her with his gaze.

He held her entire weight in his arms, and if Aretha had still been in control of her faculties, she would be astonished at his strength. As it was, she took it all for granted as he shifted her in his arms until he had one hand under her hips and one behind her back, pressing her close.

“My woman,” he growled so the leaves around them trembled.

She wanted to warn him again, to remind him that it was her first time, that he had to be gentle with her, and that she wanted this more than anything. But she couldn’t form the words.

Then he lowered her onto his cock and her world changed forever.

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- Craxon -

She climaxed at the moment his cock bottomed out in her, screaming and jerking and shivering and twitching helplessly in his arms. His heart swelled, and his cock did too. No greater compliment had ever been paid to him.

He slowly lifted her up until he was halfway out of her body, then lowered her with perfect control. She whimpered in lust, her eyes only shiny slits in her beautiful face. He repeated the motion, wanting her to enjoy this to the fullest, sensing she needed a really good experience to erase the vettir attack in her mind.

Finally he couldn’t wait. The tightness of her sex, her sounds, the scent of her arousal, his mounting sense of triumph were adding up until he had to let go. His movements went jerky and he roared as he sprayed his juices into the depths of her luxurious body.

She shook and moaned, and he held her close as she rode out the long aftershocks that some fortunate females could experience.

Finally he sat down on the grass with her on his lap, his cock still deep inside her, her fast heartbeat echoing through him.

For a long time there was only the two of them. The world didn’t exist.

“Craxon,” she mewled into his ear at long last.

“Aretha,” he responded, not knowing what else to say.

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