Page 35 of Alien Viking's Passion

Aretha leaned her head back as he kissed his way from her mouth down her throat until the fabric of her thin blouse stopped him.

“A man does not touch a woman’s brooches,” he growled into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “And so I am helpless here, wanting to uncover you but stopped by honor.”

Aretha loosened the two brooches that held the dress and the blouse pinned together in front, leaving the metal clasps dangling from their thick pins. “What does honor say about touching a man’s belt?”

“A woman is allowed to touch any part of the man’s clothing, of course. But I shall clear the path for you, as you did for me.” He unsnapped his sword belt and stepped out of it.

“The pathshouldbe clear,” Aretha purred, looking up at him as she stroked a finger along the hard bulge in his pants.

His sharp intake of breath at her touch made more tingles run through her body.

He pushed the upper part of her dress down and slowly undid the small buttons on her blouse. “Thankfully we are both masters at clearing paths.”

Aretha rubbed his bulge with one hand, enjoying the hard twitching it set off. “Butmypath isn’t clear yet.”

“That can’t stand.” Craxon quickly stood up and undid the fastenings of his pants. He pushed the upper part of Aretha’s blouse to the sides, revealing the delicate skin under it and stroking one breast with the knuckle of one hand. The Viking women didn’t use bras and were confused when Aretha had asked for one.

The nipple went hard in response, and another shiver went down her spine. His hand was just cool enough to make goosebumps appear around the area he was touching.

She carefully worked her hand down into the heat of his pants, but something hard and warm came to meet her. Finally released, his alien cock sprang out of his pants, pointing up.

“Is a woman allowed to touchthat?”

“Very allowed,” Craxon growled. “Almost required.”

She stroked two fingers up along the exotic rod. Again the breath caught in her throat. Last time, she hadn’t gotten a good look at it. But even in this half-darkness, she saw it was different from anything she’d seen. There were bumps and ridges and bulbs and spirals, some of them looking dangerous. If she hadn’t known how it felt, she might have been scared of trying it now.

She grabbed it with both hands and helped him slide her blouse off and her dress down until it was pooled around her ankles. Only her space-issue panties were left.

In one move, Craxon kicked his pants off, lifted Aretha like she was made of feathers, and sat her down sideways on his lap. His hard rod stood up between them like a third presence.

“I’m starting to like this path we’re clearing,” Aretha managed, one hand on his cock and another on his hard, smooth chest. He was like a giant bundle of things she really liked, and she wanted all of it at the same time. “I wonder where it leads.”

Craxon took hold of her chin and angled her towards him so he could kiss her while his hands roamed around her body. “We will soon find out. But it is said… that the journey… is often more enjoyable… than the destination. So far, it is proving true.” He punctuated his sentences with kisses, one each deeper and longer than the last.

Aretha had never before felt this attractive. Craxon’s movements were becoming impatient and eager, as if he couldn’t wait. Well, that made two of them. She was more than ready — she already knew that this was going to be incredible.

He tugged at the elastic of her panties. “We say a man may only take the final garment off a woman if she agrees.”

“We say the same,” Aretha breathed. “But it’s even better if she takes it off herself.” Lifting her hips, she quickly pulled her panties off and dropped them on the grass. The cool air caressed her most sensitive parts as she adjusted her position.

“That is always better,” Craxon agreed as he let one hand slide down her hip. He effortlessly lifted her again and placed her on her back on the soft grass. “Now my path is cleared.”

“Uh-huh,” was all Aretha could say. She could smell her own arousal in the air, and she knew she had to be dripping.

Craxon placed a trail of light kisses down her front, each one sending an arrow of excitement to her center. His soft beard touching her skin made the effect stronger.

Her thighs spread all by themselves. She could only hope he didn’t mind that no part of her had seen a razor for months.

Aretha held her breath while his lips went down her lower abdomen, slowing down. Oh, he was good at this. Making her wait, but also making her feel attractive and helping her let go of her doubts.

His tongue shot out and ran up along her most sensitive parts, making her twitch with the sudden pleasure. But she didn’t need more preparation. She needed the whole show.

He moved, and then she saw his face above her, blue eyes piercing her. “My path is clear. Is yours?”

“Yes!” she breathed, desperate for him to keep going. “It’s clear.”

He pushed her thighs apart, and she loved the feeling of being open for him. Something warm was pushing at her entrance. She arched her back and opened herself more in welcome, and his Viking cock slid inside her with an ease that betrayed her excitement.

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