Page 36 of My Alien Pirate

His tongue encircled a nipple and squeezed causing one of the noises to appear right on cue." A chuckle came from the alien's throat as he continued his quest down my body.

But before his mouth rested on the singular focus of my current consciousness, he rested one of my feet on his broad shoulder before licking and sucking on the thin skin over the bone of my ankle.

I writhed on the bed sure I would melt into a puddle any moment.Holy hell!Who knew your ankle was an erogenous zone? A loud moan escaped my lips as his hot, bifurcated tongue began tasting my calf, the back of my knee, my inner thighs. Glancing down my body, I watched as his face stopped at the apex of my thighs.

He inhaled and a visible shudder ran through him, while his ridges began to light up in alternating purple and red up all over his muscled body. I felt more than heard the inhuman rumble that emanated from his chest.

"Mine," I thought he snarled before diving into my needy, wet heat. When his tongue swiped me from my core to my clit feeling like warm honey over my overly sensitized flesh, my hands fisted the blanket in a death grip, and my hips bucked. The exquisite heat and roughness of his tongue as well as each side taking a separate side of my inner lips took all the sensations he was evoking in my body to an entirely different level.

My fingers found their way to the soft frills above his ear holes, trying to find a way to pull him even closer, grinding toward his face. Hair would have been really handy right then.

Rather than give in to my demand, however, he pulled back slightly and turned his brightly glowing gold crystalline eyes to my pussy as if it was the rarest trinket in the universe. Who knew? Maybe it was since human's hadn't been seen here before.

A thumb, then two, parted my folds as he studied me. I squirmed under his perusal and opened my mouth to protest when one of those magical tentacles entered me. It slid in and then expanded, the suction cups opening and closing as it went deeper. When one of them gave a hard suck on my G-spot, my hips launched off the bed and I cried out in pleasure.

Zharrox apparently didn't understand my euphoria, however, as the tentacle quickly left my channel causing me to cry out again in dismay.

When my eyes opened and fixed on his, his ridges were growing orange.Shit. "Did I hurt you my little zixxit? I am sorry. It is only I wanted to know where this delectable nectar comes from. I…"

Almost snarling in frustration, I reached out and wrapped a hand around the tentacle that hovered over my belly and pulled it back toward my needy opening. "Put it back," I demanded, astonished at my audacity.

His full lips quirked up on one side, flashing a fang, as he quickly fulfilled my demand. I fell back on the bed and groaned in deep satisfaction. Growling like the creature he was, his mouth joined his exploring, sucking tentacles and devoured me with animalistic hunger; like he was a starving man, and I was a feast placed in front of him.

A scrape of scales pushed my thighs open impossibly wide and had my breath hitching as the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. His wicked tongue somehow found my hard, swollen clit and wrapped around it, squeezing the bundle until I forgot how to breath. I needy whimper escaped my lips and when his fang scraped over the engorged bead and I screamed his name. Everymuscle in my body locked and I exploded into a million tiny pieces.

Like the tiny crystals in Zharrox's eyes, brilliant golden lights shattered my vision as my body pulsed and writhed under his tongue and teeth and tentacles. He drew out my bliss until I begged him to stop, my body wrung out with ecstasy and with no more substance than heated honey. His tongue swiped around my oversensitive clit once more before he inhaled once again, his ridges back to a pulsing deep red. "Fascinating and delicious."

The words vibrated over my still throbbing pussy, and I shivered with unexpected desire. After the orgasm he just gave me, I thought I'd never come again, but when he looked up at me between my parted thighs, I almost fell over the edge once more seeing the predatory and possessive look in his glowing eyes. In that moment, he was every bit the fearsome alien pirate guarding his treasure. And, apparently, that treasure was me.

"Zharrox," I moaned, my fingers stroking his heated skin. "Please."

"Your wish is my command, little hu-man." He began creeping back up my body, that lovely, naughty tentacle remaining in my still pulsing pussy, mild suction playing up and down my slick channel. I breathed through my nose trying to calm my heart and breathing as Zharrox tasted every inch of my flushed skin again.

Finally, he returned to my mouth again, his kiss feeling as needy as my pussy. I felt the hard length of him playing against my swollen, sensitized lips. I smiled against his lips as some of the tiny, writhing appendages of his head tickled my clit. His head popped up to meet my eyes, his brown ridges furrowed.

"Our males don't have, um, extra moving bits on their, uh, male appendages. It tickles."Sexy explanation, Nova. I shot myself an internal eye roll.

But Zharrox simply cocked his head at me, then shook it. "Human males have many deficits, it appears. It is a wonder your species has survived if they have so few ways to pleasure their females."

Having just experienced only a taste of what his race had to offer, I couldn't tell him he was wrong, so I ignored the comment and stretched up to nip at his pouting bottom lip. His crystalline irises changed from green to gold once again and his cock grew even larger against my lower lips.

"My praxir needs to experience this tight, hot, channel, my little zixxit." His tentacle wiggled before slowly removing itself from me. Before I could protest, I felt the tickling head part and tiny suction cups exploring the edges of my pussy and I remembered the exposed head I had glimpsed before. The French had gotten one thing right before their civilization crumbled, a really good orgasm was like a little death. With everything Zharrox had to offer, I may succumb to more than a little one.

"I will go slow, my k'thiri. You are so small."

"You won't hurt me. Please, Zharrox. I need all of you." My hand caressed his hard, angled jaw in encouragement. When his eyes locked onto mine, the intensity of his gaze, the raw desire I could recognize there despite our differences, took my breath away.

He raised up on his hands, positioning himself above me. I tried not to tense as I awaited the large, strange, but so wanted invasion into my body when a voice had both of us jolting up in surprise.

"Captain!" Grixxa's voice sounded strained over the intercom system, nothing like her usually calming tones. "You're needed to the bridge immediately."

Zharrox froze in place, breathing heavily. A growl rumbled from his chest. "What's wrong, Grixxa? I'm busy."

"A ship is trying to lock phasers on us, sir. It looks like the Crimson Claw."

As soon as he heard the name, Zharrox bolted off the bed and began shoving himself back into his pants and boots at a furious rate.

"What is it? What's happening?" I asked, his abrupt and immediate departure from my body scaring me. I worked the blanket around me to cover my sudden coldness—that spread from my skin into my chest as the seconds ticked by.

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