Page 13 of Sidone

Sidone sleeps like the dead. It’s almost noon, and I have already deflected an army of my cousins who came here to “say hi” to me but really are just nosy and wanna see Sidone. My uncle lives in the other unit of my duplex, and he must’ve seen us come in last night hence cousins know. I don’t blame them. None of us or the rest of the world has actually ever seen a female of their kind. And they really are different from the males.

Though I’d never say this out loud, they’re smaller and softer in the right places and have more hair on their heads. Sidone has a full mane of long blonde hair she braids tightly like the rest of her kind.

After checking in on the shooter’s head, I finally crawl under the sheets, exhaustion deep in my bones, though I can’t sleep. I worry about Sidone’s plan. I worry I won’t be able to protect her, though I’m certain she can hold her own. She’s meek when she sleeps, and she smells so good. I inhale a lungful of the scent that fills the room and scoot closer, putting my nose at the crook of her neck. My God, what kind of perfume smells like sex? Precum spurts out of my dick.Jesus.This has to stop. I hate walking around with wet pants. I’ve already given up on boxers. Not even gonna bother wearing them around Sidone.

I kiss her shoulder.

Sidone lashes out.

I fly across the room and hit the wall, then slide right down on my ass, stars playing over my eyes.

She’s there, palms under my armpits, picking me up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she says. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “I’ll be fine.”

We sit on the bed as I try to clear my vision, then look at her. Her eyes are wide and expectant.

I smile. “I’m gonna be fine.”

She blows out a breath. “You can’t sneak up on me like that.”

“I wasn’t sneaking up.” Was I? Maybe. “Not exactly.”

“What were you doing?” She looks down her body. “You undressed me?”

“You woke up around six this morning and stripped off your clothes, then went back to sleep.”

“Huh.”

“Yes.”

“I better check on the shooter.”

I grab her wrist. “The head’s fine. Everything is fine.” I pull her closer, and she lets me, standing between my legs. “Sidone, listen. I have a problem.”

She looks down at me, eyes lidded at half-mast. I’m not sure if she’s still sleepy or if that’s arousal. I continue, “I’ve been hard since I met you, which is a long time to be hard. Multiple times, I’ve come all over my jeans, and basically, I can’t stop coming. So…” I kiss her belly and run a hand down her legs. Sidone stands at least six feet with long lean legs, hips and a fine pair of tits I never imagined she hid under her clothes. This is because she wraps her breasts and compresses them. “I’m wondering if you can help me out.” Gah, the smell is intoxicating. I stick my tongue out and lick her belly. My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Holy fuck, you taste sweet.” I lick some more, then bite her hip, grab the firm globes of her ass, and squeeze.

Sidone yanks my hair and pulls my head back. My vision sharpens, and I just HAVE TO fuck. “I need to taste you,” I groan and lick my lips. She follows my tongue, then her black eyes lock with mine. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m fucking sure. Give me your pussy.”

She chuckles.

“Jesus, Sidone. What’s wrong with me?” I grip the back of her thighs, and pull, trying to encourage her to climb on my dick and ride me. I need that pussy.

Sidone stays standing. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Your body knows mine as if they’re old friends. As I enter my heat cycle, you enter your breeding one.” Finally, she moves to climb on top of me. I unbutton my jeans and yank my dick out. It’s covered in cum and harder than a rock.

Sidone inhales, and the loud rattle of her breathing changes. It’s a…a purr. She’s fucking purring at me like a kitten, flicking my piercing, turning it, twisting. “I like this, Omega.”

My balls tighten, and I haul her on top of me. She crawls over my body, kissing her way up. She’s in the mood for slow and steady, and I wanna get that pussy right now. When I try to grab her and pull her up, she pins my hands above my head.

Her black eyes shine as she purrs, and she smiles down at me the way a lioness might smile at a gazelle. I’m the fucking gazelle. Holy crap, this is hottest thing I’ve ever had done to me, and we haven’t even done anything yet.

She bends her head. “I’ve always wondered what that fat red tongue would feel like inside my mouth.”

“It’ll feel fat and good, but not as fat as my dick.”

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