Page 60 of Ava Greasemonkey

Before she could speak in response, his head slipped between her legs and the electrical feeling connected directly to her clit. Several strokes later she felt herself come, her body shaking with unfamiliar sensations. Vox lapped it up, not stopping as Ava fell apart, her hands reaching around his frilled head, lightly scratching. She was unable to make sense of the ecstasy flowing through her.

She pushed back slightly, hands on his shoulders, feeling oversensitive. He flushed purple again, not allowing her out of his grasp. “That was . . .” she started, breathless. When she explored herself it never felt like this. Pleasurable, yes, but nowhere near this intensity.

Ava wet her lips, breath uneven. Vox stared down at her, savoring her reactions with a smug expression. She never knew she could feel like that. The Human information data did not have the reaction she just experienced in it. She understood the mechanics, but actually experiencing it? Her sex throbbed from the release.

Ava wanted him. Her mind was blank of any other thoughts. Her body was loose. She wanted all of him, her thoughtspossessive. She reached down to grasp his shaft firmly, and Vox got up on the bed, moving closer to allow her access, smiling at her boldness.

He was shaped like the Human males she had seen before. The major difference was the loose skin surrounding his penis that was pulled back now to expose the head. The tip was also different, with a lubricant coming out from its sides instead of on top.

Vox groaned a guttural sound as she explored, rubbing him and watching the reactions it elicited.

He felt smooth in her palm, the lubricant coming off from the sides tinted blue like the rest of him. The excess skin at the base felt like silk balled up under her fingers. He shuddered as she rubbed her hands along it, feeling the texture. Ava smiled at his reaction, feeling powerful to evoke such a response.

“Your scent has changed again. You are ready now,” Vox said, softly. His eyes focused on her intently.

In response, Ava scooted up on the bed with Vox following, her hand taken off him to push herself back to make room for them both to stretch out. “Yes, Vox.” She made grasping motions with her hands, wanting him, but also unsure about how he would fit inside of her. Through her lust, she felt a touch of apprehension at the thought of them joining. He slid himself between her legs and lifted them higher.

“Vox . . . wait,” Ava said quickly. She placed her hand on his chest.

Vox held her legs, looking down at her. “Little bird, it is difficult to hold back now,” he said in a strained voice.

“There is a . . . I haven’t done this before. My mother told me it hurts the first time,” Ava stammered, suddenly shy. She wanted this, but also was afraid. He looked too large to be able to fit inside her completely.

Vox backed his body down from where his shaft was positioned at her entrance. He instead sat with her legs on either side of him and put his long fingers inside of her instead. He probed her entrance while Ava mewed from the intrusion. It felt so right as he curled his fingers deep inside.

“There is a barrier here,” he said softly. “I read about that as well. That must break when I enter.” He continued curling his fingers inside of her. “I do not want to hurt you.”

Ava nodded, trying to remember what else her mother said. “I want to try.”

“I will go slowly,” Vox stated, a bit uncertainly, rising to position himself at her entrance again. Ava grasped him firmly with her legs, wrapping them around his waist, his warmth heating the inside of her thighs.

Ava tensed up. Vox hummed to sooth her while pushing himself inside. His lubricant combined with hers to take the sting out, overfilling her. Her sex gripped him hard, closing around him. Unable to think coherently, she clenched the sheets in her fingers as he entered her.

He paused, but Ava pulled on him to continue. She felt the sting as he went until he was fully seated, but didn’t react besides a small whimper.

He slowly rutted into her, and the stinging feeling gave way to more heated pleasure. Ava let out more mewing sounds as the feelings took on a different intensity. The sensation built inside her again until Vox found his release and she felt a warmth bloom inside of her. His body shuddered, heavy on hers even though he had propped himself up on his elbows.

She could feel his twin hearts pounding into her chest. Only when he withdrew did Ava see that his seed was dripping from her. Ava watched his shaft enclose back in the loose skin that had surrounded it before. There was also some blood, bright red,from her left on the sheets. She leaned forward to inspect the area.

“I have hurt you,” he said, hesitantly. His voice sounded tired, spent. He leaned heavily on the bed with one arm, the other stroking up and down her side.

Ava shook her head. She felt the opposite of being in pain right now. “I am not hurt. Just a bit sore.”

Vox touched the blood that stained the sheet on the bed under her. “Our life. It is red as well,” he said, thoughtfulness on his face.

Ava ignored the blood, noticing instead that his shaft seemed to have completely disappeared. In her haze, she reached forward to cup his nether area to see how it was now smooth across the top and looked up at him in wonderment.

“It is silly for such a vital organ to be exposed all the time as it is on your males, isn’t it? In this way, I think Vorbax are superior.” He sounded smug.

Ava grinned, then laughed, feeling an ache between her legs at the movement. “I think you’re superior in a lot of ways.” She got closer to him. “I care about you, Vox . . .” She checked herself internally, feeling her emotions swirling inside. It would hurt to lose him, and she had no regrets over letting him in. She gripped his arms tight and buried her face in his chest.

Vox hummed, moving her to lay on his chest and shoulders and leisurely began to play with her hair. Ava relaxed, noting he was glowing and calming her again. They stayed that way, resting, taking a moment before duty and action would need to happen.

“As I do you, Ava.” He rested one arm under his head, the other abandoning her hair to stroke down her side.

In the calm, Ava explored his alien body, and Vox did the same to hers. They coupled again a second time before Ava felt trulyexhausted, her body resting on Vox and falling into a haze. Her sex was sore, but she felt . . . satisfied.

Vox moved under her, moving her hair and speaking into her ear. “I won’t give you up, Ava. This mission . . . after it is done, we will not part again.”

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