Page 25 of Alien Peacock

Arelion makes his lips form a seal around my girly parts, and then his tongue goes wild within that confine. The heat increases all through me as my whole pelvis seems to melt.

Strong arms pull my thighs apart, and I have no choice but to lie back and open my womanhood to the giant alien and whatever he might want to do.

I get the feeling that he feasts on me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he were to take a bite out of that defenseless flesh. But I also know I would be fine with it if he makes me feel this way. This is the best I’ve ever felt — there’s no fear or overthinking — there’s just intense sensation and overwhelming need.

I have no idea what he does down there, but I know I never want it to end. Sweet space, he’s doing this to me and I just have to come along for the ride… this is the way it has to be…

The wet sounds are hotter than any porn I’ve ever seen. I hear my own voice keening and moaning, my own hips jerk and buck with no input from me.

“Oh keep doing that… more… harder. Harder! Yeheeheessss…” Before I know it, I’m coming on his tongue, shamelessly climaxing in his mouth, bucking and whimpering and clenching my thighs together as far as he will allow.

And it doesn’t stop. His tongue keeps stirring my overheated cauldron, keeping me on a boil and sending me into some soft, purple, and delightful ecstasy that I never want to return from.

And, I realize in a hot flash that makes me come again, I don’t have to.

“Maeve.”

I slowly, reluctantly return to the world. “Nooo…” I whine.

“Are you all right?”

I open one eye, not wanting to. My upper body is on the soft grass, while my legs are still in the cool water. It's wonderfully comfortable, and I could just be here all day. I close my eye again. “Sure.”

Arelion is staring at me with those intensely yellow eyes. “At least you’re talking. That’s progress.”

I pull myself together. With that endless climax, some of my weird and intense hunger is sated, and I try to think rationally. “I disagree.”

“We shouldn't stay here,” Arelion rumbles. “We have to get away.”

I stretch, shivering with pleasure. “Do wehaveto?”

He slowly stands up, his incredible cock still looking painfully hard and stiff. “Yes. Get dressed.” He pulls on his pants, but can't seem to close it because of the activity at his crotch.

“I'd love to take care of that,” I tell him in English, a hard surge of heat going through my crotch at the mere thought. I'm pretty sure this horniness can't be all me. There's something weird going on in this alien greenhouse.

I slowly get up. My limbs feel distant and still warm, as if some wildfire has just burned through me. I locate my bra and put it on, as well as the jumpsuit. My panties are soaked with water and a lot of other fluids, but that can't be helped right now. Damn, what the hell happened to me?

Arelion fights with the drawstring on his silver pants, but his cock is still as hard as ever and resists all his attempts to be reined in. “Stupid nonsense…”

“Would it help if you couldn't see me?” I ask, still having trouble taking my eyes off that alien hardness. “Or I could… you know…”

“Fine,” he grunts. “Get out of sight.”

Flattered that I have that effect on him, I duck under some hanging foliage and walk uphill for a few yards until he can't see me. But I can seehimjust fine — his shimmery blue feathers are hard to hide, even in a dense jungle like this.

“Maybe I should just go over there and suck him off,” I mutter to myself. “Or just let him do me a couple of times. Give him some release. Like he did for me.” The heat in my core is building again, and I'm on the verge of acting on that impulse when Arelion turns and marches stiffly towards me.

“Feeling better?” I ask, noticing how the fabric strains to keep his bulge in check. The outline of his alien rod is shown in sharp relief. Oh my, what would that feel like?

“Somewhat,” he grunts and marches past me, moving with a charmingly awkward gait. “I hope the exit isn't far away.”

I walk after him, enjoying the sight of his tight, round, and breathtakingly muscular butt in those tight pants. Maybe we can find another waterfall higher up, and I can get him to strip again…

No, this isn't normal. I was never this openly flirtatious, and certainly not this shamelessly needy. Damn, I threw myself at him back there. And while I've low key lusted for him the whole time, it just became impossible to resist. To the point where I took off my jumpsuit without a second thought and then… well, itwasreally nice.

But it wasn’t enough. It was too superficial, not deep. Still it's all I can do to not ask him to take me for real, to plunge into me, deep and hard…

I have a vague feeling we're walking in a spiral leading up, like a spiral staircase except without the steps. Lost in feverish, purple-tinted fantasies of what I want that peacock alien to do to me next, I practically walk into his butt when he stops.

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