Page 13 of Alien King Crashes the Wedding

“No. Keep your hands up by your hair, away from your body,” Dagan commanded.

Sasha did as she was instructed, careful to get all of her hair away from her body. She felt very exposed lying there naked with Dagan watching her, still wearing his pants. She crossed her ankles, hoping he wouldn’t see how wet she was.

Dagan grabbed the paste and joined her on the bed, his large body making her feel even smaller as he leaned over her. “I want to taste your nipples before adding the paste. Your breasts were made for me.” He groaned and reached out to trace first one and then the other with his index finger. Sasha didn’t think they could pebble any harder, but she was wrong. When they were painfully tight little buds, Dagan picked the one closest to him and began flicking it with his tongue. She moaned, and he switched to the other breast, flicking it with his tongue then sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around her nipple. Need ripped through Sasha as his tongue played, teased and nipped. His fingers flicked and tweaked each bud as his mouth alternated between breasts. Sasha’s hips began to thrust as he took a mouthful of her breast into his mouth. His teeth clamped down on her nipple as his tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive tip. Sasha moaned, desperately wanting more. Lower. Deeper. Dagan finally released her nipple, only to spread the paste thickly over the hardened tips. They immediately began to tingle, sending pings into her core. She panted as the tingling in her breasts spread to her core, throbbing and tingling in unison. She didn’t think she could take much more and screamed from the intensity when he puts his hands on the inside of her knees and pushed.

“Open your legs, baby,” he demanded. “I want to see how wet you are.” When she failed to comply quickly enough, Dagan paused to look into her eyes, “Trust me to take care of you. There is no need for embarrassment, little one. Your need is no greater than my own.”

Sasha unlocked her ankles, wanting to please him, needing him to fill her core. Dagan took control and pushed her knees up and out as he repositioned his upper body between her legs, leaning most of his weight on one arm.

“Now let’s see what other treasures await.” He slid his hand down and pushed his thick finger through her feminine folds. She was so wet she knew he would have no trouble pushing inside her. She groaned in pleasure as he pushed in deep and began to stroke. She squirmed, needing more, and he added a second finger. He worked his fingers in and out, stretching her a little more each time. Sasha opened her knees as wide as she could, every sensation better than the last as his fingers rhythmically drilled deep and pressed hard over her most sensitive spot. He stroked and pressed faster and faster until Sasha felt her release rush through her and her juices gushed over his hand.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he rumbled. “I love how you respond to me. Now hold yourself open so I can see your pretty little clit.”

Sasha was still tingling from her orgasm and didn’t think to disobey him. She reached down with both hands and spread herself open for Dagan to see. He blew cool air on her swollen nub and Sasha screamed at the intense sensation.

“Mine,” Dagan growled in a deep timber, and worked her clit for endless minutes with his tongue and lips. She felt another orgasm building, this one even more intense. She could feel her heartbeat throb in the engorged nub of her clit, reveling in Dagan’s skilled tongue and lips as he tugged and laved, sucked and flicked until she was writhing. “This belongs to me, Sasha. You belong to me.” He used his forearms to keep her legs open and placed his hands over hers to spread her open wider before delving his tongue deep inside her again and again. She screamed his name in release, only to have Dagan redouble his efforts. Another orgasm ripped through her on the heels of the last until everything went momentarily black.

Sasha opened her eyes to see Dagan staring at her with male smugness. Feeling a little naughty and a whole lot greedy, Sasha pressed against him again. Dagan growled low, a deep, masculine rumble, and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up to straddle his waist. “I’m going to apply the rest of the maju paste now.”

Dagan reached to the side for the paste, then spread it on her nipples once again. Sasha groaned at the first delicious lick. She closed her eyes as her core spasmed in need. She desperately needed Dagan to fill her with his cock. She needed him to fuck her. Hard. “More?” he asked.

“Please. Yes,” she moaned.

Dagan took a large scoop of the paste and slathered it over her breasts, her abdomen, in her belly button, and down her thighs, then flipped her over to apply more to her back and buttocks. He put it everywhere he could touch, only to reapply it as it rapidly soaked into her delicate human skin. The effects of the maju paste were short-lived, but Dagan’s expert touch pushed her higher and higher. His mouth was a seductive weapon as he kissed and tasted her. She moaned and writhed as every cell in her body felt sensitized. It was electrifying. Erotic. Her need to be filled was overwhelming. She ground herself against him, needing him to take command and fill her. To possess her.

Dagan turned her back to lie on the bed and spread her legs wide to accommodate him. He removed his pants and positioned himself to enter her. His hard cock nudged at her opening, wanting to plunge deep. “Once my cock is inside you, there will be no going back. I will fill you with my seed and you will belong to me.”

Sasha was desperate to have him inside her. Her body was screaming for completion. “Please. Yes. Anything.” He rewarded her by pushing at her entrance.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned. He pushed a little harder and she tightened against him. Dagan took a deep breath and eased back. He was so hard it hurt, but he didn’t want to hurt her. “How many cocks have been inside you, baby?” he grit out, beginning to suspect what her answer would be.

“You said you talked to my friends about me. I thought you knew,” she panted. She was suddenly afraid he was going to stop. She didn’t want him to stop. She needed him inside her. Filling her. She groaned, “I’m sorry.”

Dagan kissed her fiercely and began to massage her legs with his strong hands. When she relaxed once again, he said gruffly, “If you are saying that you have never allowed another man inside your sweet little body, do not be sorry for giving me such a gift. I was not expecting it, baby, but I will treasure it. Thank you for trusting me. You belong to me. Let me take care of you.”

Sasha nodded, her blue eyes large and trusting on his. “Yes. Okay.”

Dagan let out a long breath and ran his hand through his thick black hair. “You are so tight and I’m bigger than a human man. This is going to hurt the first time, baby. There’s no way around it.”

“I know. It’s okay. I’m ready,” she tried to reassure him through her labored breathing. If he didn’t fill her soon she was going to combust.

Dagan groaned at her innocent trust and kissed her again. “Good. We can use the rest of the paste inside you. It has a mild healing effect on Caldorians. Hopefully, it will do the same for you. We can use it when we’re done or I can put some inside you now,” he offered with a grin.

She imagined Dagan putting the paste inside her. The paste on her torso was only tingling very mildly now and no longer felt like tongues licking her. Her continued arousal was from Dagan’s expert hands, lips, and tongue. His strength and power over her were intoxicating. She had never felt so completely feminine. So desirable. Her only concern was how he was going to fit inside her. If she asked him to put the paste inside her, would it help the pain of her first time or just drive her insane with need? Either sounded pretty good, she mused. “I want it now,” she said.

Dagan grabbed the paste and covered two fingers in it. “Okay, baby. I’m going to put it as deep inside you as I can, then I’m going to put it on my cock and hope it eases some of the pain.” He rubbed some of the paste on her clit, making her groan. He winked and said mischievously, “That was just to watch you squirm.”

Dagan slathered more paste around her clit before pushing two fingers inside her. He pulled his fingers out, dipped it in the paste again, and pushed back inside her, only to repeat the process several more times. His fingers felt so good deep in her core she felt another orgasm building quickly. Sasha felt the maju paste working, the first flicks on her sensitive nub, followed immediately by more flicking tongues deep inside her. The simultaneous stimulation was so intense she screamed.

“Now. I need you inside me now. Right now!” she screamed. She needed Dagan to fill her. She couldn’t wait another minute. “Please,” she begged.

“I’m right here, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Dagan rubbed his cock against her outer lips, leaking precum as he smeared the paste on his cock. He lined up his hard shaft at her entrance and began to push. “So. Fucking. Tight,” he said through gritted teeth. His cock was huge just like the rest of him, and getting inside her for the first time was like trying to shove a boulder where only a pea should go.

“Please. Just do it. Do it now!” Sasha wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. Dagan pushed steadily at her entrance until at last her body gave in and the head of his cock slid inside. Sasha shuddered and bucked. He was too big. She was too full. The sensations caused by the maju paste abruptly faded away. All she could feel was his enormous cock inside her.

Dagan used his iron control to keep himself from pushing farther into the tightest, hottest sheath he’d ever been in. He was in heaven and hell, unwilling to sink his cock any deeper into her until she had a chance to adjust to his invasion.

Sasha slowly relaxed beneath him as the pain began to subside. She had a death grip on him and slowly loosened her hold and ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, tracing the path of his glowing markings. A tear slid from the corner of her eyes. Dagan saw it and groaned. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. You’re just so fucking tiny.” This time it was Dagan who shuddered. “I can pull out if that’s what you really want.”

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