She moves atop me, straddling her hips above mine, gently swaying back and forth. I can feel my now rock-hard penis rubbing against her inner thighs, so close to entering her perfect opening it’s maddening feeling her eager wetness move along my shaft. It takes all my self-control to not fuck her hard here and now.

She leans forward, her head laying on my chest, looking at me under her lashes with a submissive expression that drives me wild with desire. “Just relax, Korgy,” she says, mischief in her eyes. She plants soft kisses on my chest, working slowly down my torso. At the same time, her tiny hand gently strokes and pulls at the shaft of my cock. I rock my head back into the bed, overcome by the sudden unexpected pleasure.

Her luscious lips continue down further until her head is resting against my throbbing member. I’m unsure what she intends. No female I’d ever been with had positioned herself like this before. I glance down at my love. Her beautiful brown hair and hazel eyes shimmer with desire in the dawn’s light. The sight of her tiny hands sliding up and down, making my erection seem massive in comparison, is bringing me closer to the edge.

Her eyes flutter open and we both lock eyes. She giggles naughtily before her sensual lips kiss the tip of my swollen arousal. A moan escapes me, the sensitive feeling coursingthrough my body. She opens her mouth and takes the entire head of my member into her. I gasp, the sensation so strange and pleasing. Her wet mouth and soft warm tongue feel so incredibly good, gliding up and down me.

“Gods, Pebbles! Is this another one of those Earth kisses?” I ask, struggling to keep my voice even amongst her lovely affections.

I regret speaking, as Pebbles stops sucking my cock to reply. “Something like that,” she answers, slightly out of breath. She starts pumping my shaft with both her hands. “You’re so big, Korgy, I can only do the tip.” Pebbles licks the head, looking into my eyes again. “But I’m not stopping until you give me every drop,” she promises.

I rock my head back again as she takes me back into her sweet mouth again, glad to feel her warm wetness engulf my member once more. She rhythmically pumps my engorged shaft with both hands, while simultaneously rocking her soft sensual lips up and down the tip. The combination of which drives me ever closer to the release I crave, the release I need.

The sight of her working so hard for my pleasure turns me on even more. I stroke the side of her face. “Such a good female,” I groan, feeling the urge to come building.

Pebbles mumbles affirmatively, thankfully not breaking her wonderful stride this time. As I move closer to the edge, I lose more control as I take Pebbles’ silky-smooth hair in my hands, gently guiding her head back and forth, greedy in my desire for release. This only spurs her on as she works my shaft faster and faster.

The new rhythm is too much to withstand. Intense feelings of pleasure that had built up come crashing through me like a tidal wave. I cry out Pebbles’ name in ecstasy as I shudder uncontrollably with release. For a few blissful moments, all the universes’ problems melt away. I exist only in this moment, aspirit of pure presence. My vision clears and sanity returns. I notice Pebbles hungrily swallowing all my seed before licking the last drops from the head of my softening cock. “Delicious,” she says, smiling.

“Gods, I love you so much,” I say, pulling her up to snuggle next to me once more.

She wraps her arms tightly around my waist as she rests her head on my chest.

What a glorious end to the day.

Chapter 5

Roxanne

Pest

Istruggle to openmy eyes; they feel heavy, crusted together. But that’s a minor discomfort compared to the pounding headache threatening to split my head in two. I reach up, gently massaging my temple. My mind races, trying to recall what the hell happened yesterday. Even my throat feels hoarse.

Then the memories flood back, crashing over me like an avalanche. My wincing becomes progressively worse as each memory is more cringe-inducing than the last. Except for the good time I give Krogoth. I smile, thinking about that, happy that I had the courage to do something like that for him.

Oh God, what I said to Xander.I curl up tighter under the furs, wanting the world to swallow me up. How could I suggesthe’d attack Zelana?…So bad, Roxy!I make a mental promise to apologize to him the next time I see him.

And that bar fight with that strange, scary-looking Klendathian!What was that about? My heart quickens at the memory of Krogoth being viciously struck in the back of the head. Speaking of Krogoth, where is the big guy?I hope he’s ok.I throw off the weighty layers of furs, scanning the other side of the bed, noticing it’s empty.He loves sneaking off.

I spring out of bed and remember to adjust for the massive height of the Klendathian bed for once.My hands instinctively shoot out to cover my modesty.Oh yeeeeah, I got naked for Krogoth.At least the room is pleasantly warm. Hanging on a wooden drawer, I spot a gorgeous purple fur dressing gown-like garment Krogoth must have left for me, the sweetheart. I swiftly slip it on, savoring the cozy embrace of its soft warmth.

This is the first time I’ve seen anything belonging to Krogoth, and I want to experience every detail. The bedroom is massive in both width and height. It’s decorated in the style I’d expect from Krogoth. Oversized, elegantly curved wooden furniture dominates the space, each piece adorned with sumptuous furs or supple leather.You would spend a fortune back on Earth for quality like this.I run my hand over the smooth, dark-stained wood of the drawer, appreciating the quality and attention to detail.

Judging by the purple light streaming through the curtains, it is time to be up and about starting the day. As I exit the bedroom into a huge open hallway, I’m immediately struck by the grandiose size of it, massively wide and tall walls and ceiling, with the interior consisting of intricate dark wood lined with fur rugs that look like they come from some impossibly gigantic beasts.

Along the walls are huge portraits framed in bone or ivory; the level of detail is almost photographic. I almost laugh lookingat one near the ornate staircase, which depicts a young Krogoth barely older than a child looking like a little troublemaker, holding a spear in one hand, while standing triumphantly atop some massive, fanged monster. Even as a youngster, he was out risking life and limb. It’s always been a part of him.

Another incredibly detailed picture catches my attention. This one, even bigger than the others, dominates the hallway. It shows a Klendathian couple staring blissfully into the swaddled baby clutched in the woman’s arm. A giggle escapes me, looking at the cute little baby Krogoth with his fierce purple eyes. Amazing to think my massive man was ever this small.

His parents are hauntingly beautiful, his father much like Krogoth is now, with dark long hair and purple eyes, a strong hard face with kind eyes. His mother’s striking beauty almost takes my breath away, golden hair in intricate braids, red eyes brimming with love, a kind and soft face making me wish I could have met them. Poor Krogoth had lost them when he was very young. He’s always had to look after himself, but now he has me, I think with a smile as I move into the nearest room, determined to learn more.

This room has strange weapons, armor and trophies displayed along shelves and plinths. Some look simple enough, old spears and shields, while others look like futuristic mechanical weapons that I can only guess how they function. I make sure to stay way clear of those in case I accidentally blow up the house as I tiptoe further into the room, feeling like a sneaky intruder. The mounted head of some massive snarling fanged black furred monster nearly causes me to yelp as I cover my mouth with a hand.

Knowing Krogoth, he probably wrestled that thing to death, I think amusingly. As I near the end of the massive room, a bench and canvas catches my eye. Drawing nearer the brushes of various sizes, palettes filled with an array of colors becomesapparent. However, they have all long since dried as I brush some dust off the canvas to reveal an outline of a picture partially completed depicting a fierce beast in a wild landscape.Did Krogoth paint this? It’s really good!Shame he never got to finish it.

But there’s more to explore as I abandon the trophy room to enter another a little further down the hallway, chuckling to myself as soon as I catch sight of the strange weights and benches littered throughout. This is totally Krogoth’s style. My nose pricks up as I detect the faintest trace of his musky scent as I lean down examining one weight that resembles a dumbbell, noticing it has controls on it.

I strain picking the thing up with both my hands as my face heats and my body tenses until I have the dumbbell clutched to my chest tightly, yelling out in satisfied victory. My curiosity gets the better of me as I awkwardly use my nose to adjust the controls and nearly have a heart attack as the dumbbell is torn from my hands, the weight increasing to unbearable levels. It thuds to the ground with a resounding bang.