Page 71 of Alien Barbarian's Little Human

“Oh my god, let’s get to the honeymoon already,” I gasp when he finally lets me breathe.

“Not yet, my sweet. But believe me, it is difficult to express patience at the moment.”

From the altar, we basically walk over to the dozens of fire pits cooking up delectable smelling food. I’m starving forsome reason, attacking the food with gusto. Magog gives me a knowing look and I sneer at him.

“I”m not pregnant yet,” I say firmly.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but you certainly were thinking it. I’m not pregnant, Magog.”

“Okay,” he says.

“I’m not!”

He chuckles and kisses me again.

“Not yet, but perhaps soon.”

The party rages on, even when the bride and groom take their leave. Magog takes me to a secluded lagoon a few miles from the settlement. A waterfall sparkles in the moonlight, splashing into the crystal clear water. A night bird coos a satisfied song as the water ripples towards the shores of the lagoon.

“This is beautiful.”

“I found it while I was out scouting. I’ve been keeping it a secret until now. “

“I really hope you have a cot or something, because the last time we had sex outdoors I wound up with that pine cone in my--”

“Oh, I can do much better than a cot, my love.”

He claps his hands, and a metal crate appears out of nowhere. It must have been concealed with stealth tech, right beside the lagoon. He stares at the crate, and it begins to unfold and shift with a series of clanks and whirrs.

The crate unfolds methodically into a luxury camp site, complete with comfy bed and mosquito netting, as well as two chairs and a fire pit. I walk over to the bed and undo the mosquito netting, stepping inside.

Magog goes to follow, but I quickly close the translucent curtain. He pauses, confused, until he sees my smile.His smilegrows as I strip off the dress and reveal the see through lace undergarments I’ve been keeping as my little secret.

I stick my tongue out playfully, pressing my breasts against the netting. Magog looks like he’s going to explode. I slowly undo the hasp on the bra, then let it slide away.

Magog darts forward and grabs me, not opening the nettint first. He cocoons me inside of its silken embrace. I laugh, and then he kisses me through the fabric. Or tries to. Slowly, I push my face through the opening until skin touches skin.

Electric tingles shoot through my body from the sheer delight of his kiss. He steps fully inside the netting, pulling me in close as his lips drop to my neck. Gasping, I clutch at his ridged head, biting my lower lip as pleasant throbs emanate from my core and spread through the rest of my body.

Everything he does feels magic. His lips brush over the bare skin on my breasts, and I cling to him like a swimmer in a storm-tossed sea.

“Nerita, my Nerita. Mine.”

He suddenly grabs me with renewed ferocity. I squeal with delight as he pins me down on the bed and kisses my belly. His mouth inexorably moves down, until he reaches the translucent barrier of my panties.

Magog’s sharp teeth bite the slightly elastic border, and then he jerks his head to the side. My panties come off in a flash. I yelp at the sudden exposure and the pleasure it brings, then scream as he buries his face between my thighs.

A long, ridged tongue laps up my juices, penetrating me bit by bit. My body is so ready for him it does not take long for him to have the full nine inches of length inside of me. I measured his tongue once when we were drunk.

I grasp his head and hold on as his agile tongue works me from the inside. Meanwhile, his fingers pinch my clit, forming more tension against his interior ministrations. My eyes squeezeshut as the sparks in my brain reach a crescendo. A scream rips out of my body as I rear and buck and writhe beneath him.

Magog lifts his glistening face from between my legs and gives me a hungry growl. Rearing up on his haunches, I see the magnificence of his scaled, ridged cock throbbing and ready to go. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs a bit wider.

My pussy wants to invite him inside, too, convulsing wildly as he pushes his crown through my throbbing folds. I rake my nails down his scaled back as he thrusts into me, moving his body in just the right ways to engender the greatest pleasure. It’s like he knows my body as well as I do. He knows all the right ways to make me feel amazing.

I might be the luckiest woman in the galaxy.

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