Page 48 of The Alien's Private Redemption

"It is rather ridiculous, isn't it?" he asked.

"Someone really doesn't want us to be together," she said. "I know we've only known each other for a few days but it feels like we've been trying to get to this point forever. I just don't know why it's so important to someone to stop it."

Zoric ran his hands down her back, stroking her muscles with long, soothing motions. "I don't think it has much of anything to do with me," he said, his voice calm. "I think you are being herded in a very specific direction and I'm suddenly in the way."

"Why do you think that?"

"I've noticed a pattern," he said. "And Ae-cha has, as well. We may have a solution but we're going to have to find someone to help."

"A specific someone?" she asked, though she could already feel the answer across their Bond. He was trying to hide the identity of the person he wanted to call, but she knew whoever it was made him nervous.

"Yes, a specific someone."

"Okay," Angela said. "I trust you if you say you've been seeing a pattern. Do we need to leave right now?"

Even after everything they'd been through, the fire of her desire for him had been banked, not extinguished, and she held some hope of being able to continue what they were doing to the end. There was a golden moment something inside her had been reaching for and, for all the orgasms she'd already had, she couldn't help feeling like she wanted that last one.

Her entire body craved him more with each passing moment.

He smiled and held her tighter. "No, we don't need to leave right now. But you do need to have some of the chips and a glass of water."

She whined. "We can do that later."

"There is a large puddle on the bed that argues we should do it now," he said.

His affection for her pulsed across their Bond in addition to the electric current of desire and she pouted at him, just to see how he would react.

He laughed and lifted her feet off the floor, carrying her over to a dry spot on the bed where he sat her down and fed her potato chips until she reached for the glass of water. She stole a kiss between each chip, the feel of his scales beneath her lips the most natural thing in the world.

By the time Angela had finished her water, she was breathing heavily and moments away from jumping him and riding him down to the floor.

Instead, Zoric took the glass carefully from her hands and leaned her back on the bed. His claws slid gently down her front until he turned his hand to run his knuckles across her clit. When he brought them back out, they glistened with her wetness. He watched her eyes while he licked his knuckle, obviously enjoyed her taste.

"Please," she choked out. Her heart was beating wildly in her throat and she couldn't focus beyond her desire for the next sensation.

In a moment, he was at her entrance, then plunging into her with the next breath. He was thick and hard and he filled her up perfectly. Every bit of him rubbed her in the exact right spot. She noticed this time that he wasn't perfectly smooth. Bumps and ridges pressed against her insides and she appreciated every variation in the shape of his cock.

It didn't take more than a few strokes to return to where they'd been earlier, as though someone had simply pressed pause on their desire.

She was close, so close, to finishing with him inside her and she wanted him to finish with her. Every orgasm before the oneshe could feel building had simply been a hint, a tease, of what was possible.

"I'm so close," she gasped, and felt him stiffen, before picking up the pace.

His motions remained smooth as Zoric chased after their shared pleasure. Her face was buried in his neck, taking in the smell of him, the feel of his body working over hers.

Then, between one stroke and the next, she felt them reach the golden moment she'd been aching for. Their Bond flew wide open, his teeth clamped on her shoulder and she screamed, her muscles clenching around him while he pulsed inside her.

Angela's legs tightened around him while the rest of her relaxed into a satisfied puddle. She wanted him to stay inside her for as long as he could. When Zoric moved to adjust, she felt something pull inside her.

"What was that?" she asked.

He shifted again and she twitched. "That is called a stem," he said. "It will relax and retract in a minute or two."

She should have panicked. Something she couldn't see, which was attached to an alien cock, was stuck inside her. Instead, she clenched her muscles around him and shifted under him. Zoric took in a deep breath, the scales on his cheeks changing colors as he realized what she was doing.

"What does it do?" she asked, her legs pulling her up and down his cock in the small amount of space the stem allowed for movement.

"It, uh, helps with conceiving. It keeps you open and ready and encourages me to spill more seed while the conditions are right." His eyes crossed as he tried to answer her questions while she moved around him.

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