Page 42 of Her Alien Guardian

I felt Gamma increase the arousal between my thighs again. The sudden heightening of sensation was overwhelming. Where moments ago there had been only a faint tingle of arousal, now every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive. The carpet beneath my knees felt warm against my skin. The air in the room seemed to caress my hardened nipples.

But it was the heat radiating from Gamma’s massive cock that consumed my attention. Even through the fabric of his trousers, I could feel the power and vitality of him. My lips pressed against the straining bulge, desperate for more contact. The musky scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, intoxicating and primal.

I kissed along the length of him, tracing the impressive outline with my mouth. My tongue darted out, trying to taste the faint saltiness of his skin through the thick material. Each brush of my lips sent jolts of electricity straight to my core, making my inner walls clench around nothing.

My hands, still clenched into tight fists at my sides, trembled with the effort of restraint. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to touch myself, to seek some relief from the maddening arousal building within me. But I knew I couldn’t—not without Gamma’s permission. The thought only intensified my desire, a whimper escaping my throat as I continued to worship his cock through his clothes.

“Please,” I whispered again, my voice thick with need. “Please, sir… may I…”

I couldn’t finish the sentence, shame and desire warring within me. What was I even asking for? To touch myself? To taste him properly? To have him inside me again, filling me completely? All of it, I realized. I wanted all of it, with an intensity that frightened me.

Gamma’s large hand came to rest on the back of my head, his fingers tangling gently in my hair. The possessive gesture sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of my place, and of the security it brought. Here, on my knees before him, I belonged. Here, I was safe.

“What do you want, sweet Tessara?” Gamma’s deep voice rumbled above me, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “Tell me.”

I whimpered again, pressing my face against the heat of his cock as I struggled to find the words. How could I articulate the maelstrom of desire and submission swirling within me?

Gamma’s fingers moved to the clasp at his waist, and with a soft click, the front of his trousers fell open. I gasped as his enormous cock sprang free, mere inches from my face. The sight of it took my breath away, as it had before: so long and so thick, with itsslight upward curve. I saw again the subtle ridges that seemed to glow faintly, pulsing with an otherworldly energy and the dramatic flare of the head, its tip glistening with a bead of milky fluid.

The scent of him, musky and alien, but undeniably masculine, wafted so strongly to my nostrils that it made my head spin. It seemed to awaken something primal within me, too. My mouth watered, and I found myself leaning forward unconsciously, drawn to him like a moth to flame.

“May I kiss your cock, sir? Please?” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them, my voice breathy and desperate.

Gamma’s hand tightened slightly in my hair, sending shivers down my spine. “Yes, Tessara,” he rumbled. “Show me how grateful you are.”

With trembling lips, I pressed a reverent kiss to the base of his shaft. The heat of him against my mouth was intoxicating. I trailed soft kisses up his length, marveling at the contrast between the velvety softness of his skin and the steel-hard flesh beneath.

When I reached the flared head, I darted my tongue out to taste the bead of fluid gathered there. The flavor exploded across my senses—salty and sweet, with an underlying tingle that made my tongue buzz pleasantly. I moaned softly, already craving more.

“Thank you,” I whispered between kisses. “Thank you for fucking me with this magnificent cock, sir.” The words felt strange on my tongue, yet undeniably right. “Thank you for claiming me, for making me yours.”

As I continued to worship his length with my lips and tongue, I felt the need between my legs pulse with renewed intensity.Gamma had raised the level of my governor, rewarding my obedience with a surge of pleasure that radiated outward from my core. I whimpered against his cock, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of serving him and the building arousal within me.

My kisses grew more passionate, more desperate. I traced the glowing ridges along his shaft with the tip of my tongue, relishing the way they made my mouth tingle. When I reached the sensitive spot just below the head, I lavished it with attention, circling it with firm strokes before flicking across it rapidly.

Gamma’s breathing grew heavier, his grip on my hair tightening. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice husky with arousal. “You’re learning quickly.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. I redoubled my efforts, determined to please him, to prove my worth as his submissive. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, suckling gently as my tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh. The taste of him, alien yet irresistible, made me moan with need.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” Gamma said, his deep voice sending shivers through me. “You may play with your cunny if you like, sweet girl. Show me how much you enjoy serving me.”

A surge of gratitude welled up in my chest at his words. Without hesitation, I thrust one hand between my trembling thighs, gasping around Gamma’s cock as my fingers found my swollen, aching flesh. My other hand snaked behind me, cupping my still-tender bottom before dipping lower to tease at my most forbidden place.

As I pleasured myself shamelessly, I took more of Gamma’s massive length into my mouth. The effort and the ache in my jaw were uncomfortable, but being full of him that way felt divine. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking eagerly as I bobbed my head, trying to take him deeper with each pass.

“That’s it,” Gamma murmured, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Take more of me. Show me how much you want to please your master.”

His words spurred me on, igniting a fierce desire to prove myself worthy of his attention. I relaxed my throat, fighting against my gag reflex as I took him deeper. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t stop. The hand between my legs moved faster, my fingers circling my clit with growing urgency.

“Now,” Gamma commanded, his voice thick with arousal, “lick my balls. Worship them with that sweet little tongue of yours.”

I whimpered as he withdrew from my mouth, a mixture of relief and loss flooding through me. But I didn’t hesitate to obey. Leaning forward, I nuzzled against the heavy sac hanging below his shaft. The musky scent of him was even stronger here, making my head spin with lust.

Tentatively at first, then with growing enthusiasm, I lapped at his testicles. The texture was fascinating—soft skin over firm flesh, with a gentle give as I mouthed them. I traced the seam with the tip of my tongue before taking one orb entirely into my mouth, suckling gently.

The sheer intimacy of the act, the utter submission it represented, sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I felt my inner walls clench around nothing, a desperate ache building within me. My fingers moved faster against my clit, no longerteasing but seeking release with single-minded determination. Behind me, I touched the little bud of my anus, heat coming into my face at the thought of how Gamma planned to use my bottom.

“Good girl,” Gamma said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my entire body. “You’re learning your place so well. Such a perfect little cocksucker, aren’t you? Born to serve, to pleasure men with that sweet mouth and eager cunt.”

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