Page 34 of My Alien Pirate

For a moment, he was silent, his eyes boring into mine. Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, he closed the distance between us, his tentacles wrapping tightly around my waist, his large, rough fingers tangled in my hair. I gasped as he pulled me against him, the heat of his body searing through my clothing.

"I want you," he growled, his voice rough with barely suppressed desire. "Is that what you want to hear?"

His admission sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could respond, his mouth was on mine, fierce and demanding. The kiss was a clash of wills, a battle for dominance that neither of us was willing to lose. And I quickly discovered the first real difference between Zharrox and a human, something I hadn't noticed before — his forked tongue. It was not slender like the snakes or lizards I knew; instead, it was long and thick, with each side seemingly operating independently from the other. It teased and tasted, exploring my mouth and my teeth, each movement igniting a fire within me.

Standing on the tips of my toes, I responded in kind, my hands trying to find purchase on his almost smooth head. When my fingers played over the ridges and scraped along the frills on theside of his head, he groaned into my mouth. The sound was so deep, I felt the vibration down to my core which was already weeping for this alien being. I pressed closer. The world outside my quarters faded away, leaving only the two of us, locked in a primal dance of desire.

While his arms wrapped tightly around me and held me close, his tentacles roamed over my body, their touch both gentle and insistent, exploring every curve and hollow. The sensation was totally unlike anything I'd experienced before. His touch was everywhere all at the same time.

Two of the extra appendages found their way under the hem of my tunic, and with one swift motion, he pulled it over my head, leaving me bare before him. My chest heaved with exertion and desire and his eyes darkened to an almost black shade of green as he took in the sight of me, his ridges pulsing with a deep, molten red different from the bright crimson they had flashed when he arrived. His scales and skin turned such a dark shade of purple, he almost disappeared next to the dark wall.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper. "So krexxing beautiful."

My hand reached out, needing to touch his skin, feel the texture of the fascinating scales that covered his shoulders like built in armor. He took half a step toward me and stood still as my fingers skimmed across the peaks and valleys of the muscles I had been forced to look at day after day as wearing a shirt was obviously not de rigeur in alien fashion. To my surprise, his skin was slightly rough, like a cat's tongue. Not rough enough to scratch me but enough to allow all sorts of dirty notions to flood my imagination.

His scales, on the other hand, were smooth and hard as any marble. As my fingers tracing the contours of them, I could feel the heat building and radiating from his skin. His tentacles had ceased their exploration as I conducted my own and whenI looked up, I realized his eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched.

"Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" My voice was small and breathy, each word difficult to form.

His wicked tongue snaked out to lick his lips, one side slicking the upper, one side lapping the lower. My core clenched at the sight. Talk about my imagination going into overdrive. I suddenly had all kinds of human anatomy lessons filling my mind to provide to Zharrox that included the use of that bifurcated organ.

My eyes roamed down his body suddenly very curious about another part of alien anatomy. My brow furrowed as I did a quick scan. No telltale bulge. And those leather-like pants he sported left very little to the imagination. Did Zharrox's type of alien not have penises? That would not be a happy surprise.

As I stood there in contemplation, Zharrox's eyes opened and caught me perusing him. One side of his mouth quirked up and this time when his tongue slipped from his mouth, his intent was very clear.

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Exploration Part 2

"You quit touching me, little zixxit." Zharrox's big hand explored his own muscular chest lazily. I tried to swallow, my mouth suddenly dry.

He was so freaking hot, but I had to know. Twirling a lock of hair around my finger, I could feel my skin reddening. "Um, Zharrox?" I hated the squeaky sound of my voice.I was a scientist, a biologist for heaven's sake! I could do this.

I nearly lost my nerve when he moved closer to me again and stroked a finger from my cheek, down my jaw, and to my collar bone. "You are changing color again, my k'thiri. What does this mean?"

Glancing down to break our gaze, I saw the whole expanse of my naked torso had turned red with my embarrassment…which…of course, made me more embarrassed. I took a step back trying to cross my arms over my naked breasts, embarrassed at my outburst, but Zharrox followed. His hard body pressed against mine forcing my arms down as histentacles began slow caresses of my back and sides and his big hands stroked my hair. "What is wrong, Nova? Do you not have the same need for me as I do for you?"

"No! That's not it at all." I practically shouted the denial as my eyes flew up to meet his kaleidoscope eyes. "It's just…I have a question."

"Ask me anything," Zharrox answered, his voice as smooth as warm honey sliding across my skin.

"Well, human males have an organ, a very important one actually, um, that they use to, uh, mate with. During sexual arousal, the brain sends signals via the nervous system that release nitric oxide in the penile tissue. This nitric oxide causes smooth muscle relaxation and arterial dilation, leading to increased blood flow into the corpora cavernosa. As the erectile tissue fills with blood, the penis becomes rigid, and venous compression helps maintain the erection. So I was wondering…" I trailed off, realizing I was again doing the scientific rambling I did when I was nervous.

I pulled in a deep breath through my nose and let it out of my mouth. "Anyway, I was wondering if there is an anatomical equivalent in your species?"

My fingers played with the smooth scales at the top of his shoulders as I waited for the answer. If this completely killed the mood, I was going to hurl myself out of an airlock. I could have just gone with the flow like a normal person and waited to see what happened. I…

My self-castigation was interrupted by a definitely amused Zharrox. "Yes, my little zixxit. We have something similar, but it stays in its pouch until it is needed." He shook his head in what I thought was disbelief. "Your males have this important appendage outside their bodies all the time? This does not seem like a good design, or is it not as sensitive as our praxirs?"

My hand partially covered the smile that grew at his very seriously dismayed tone. Males were more alike than they were different it seemed. "I have to agree, but that's the way they are designed," I offered.

Tension broken, two of his tentacles dipped lower to caress the globes of my ass over the pants Grixxa had given me to wear. As one dipped between my cleft, I shuddered and wondered if he would understand what the wetness pooling there signified. Underwear was apparently a concept not understood by these aliens, so I was bare underneath the thin synthetic material.

I jumped a bit when I suddenly felt suction along my lower lips, like hundreds of mouths sucking then releasing in turn.Holy hell!More suckers! I may have forgotten how to breathe for a moment. By all the galaxy suns! If he didn't have a cock, it might not even matter with these magical tentacles of his.

Zharrox refocused my attention when he nuzzled my neck, bringing that wicked tongue back out to play, swirling over the little nips he placed with his sharp teeth. When his little fangs wrapped around my earlobe and bit down, a moan escaped from deep in my chest.

Zharrox's tongue darted out to surround my ear lobe as his nostrils flared. "Do you like that, my k'thiri? I smell something…delectable coming from you." His suction cups moved closer and closer to the swelling and pulsing bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I writhed against his tentacle, silently begging him to move just a little deeper. My clit throbbed and I felt the rise of tension in my body already getting close to dropping me off the edge of the abyss. Just one suck from one of those cups in the right place and I would—

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