Page 11 of Her Alien Guardian

I saw Sala’s eyes widen in horror, but I couldn’t stop now that I’d started. The words poured out of me in a torrent.

“It felt like my skin was on fire. Every lash… it was like being struck by lightning. I screamed until my throat was raw, but he wouldn’t stop. He just kept going, muttering about teaching me a lesson I’d never forget.”

Tears were streaming down my face now, but I barely noticed. I was lost in the memory, reliving every agonizing moment.

“When he finally stopped, I thought it was over. But then… then he…”

I faltered, unable to say the words. Sala’s hand squeezed mine gently, encouraging me to continue.

“He was going to use my anus,” I whispered, the words barely audible. “Said he needed to make sure the lesson stuck. Sala, I thought he was going to tear me apart.”

As I finished speaking, I noticed a change in Sala’s expression. There was sympathy there, yes, and anger at what had been done to me. But there was something else too—a flush to her cheeks, a darkening of her blue eyes.

To my utter mortification, Sala’s lips traveled lower, planting a tender kiss on my anus. I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected sensation. But Sala’s touch remained gentle, almost reverent, as she placed feather-light kisses around the sensitive area.

“Shh,” she soothed, her breath warm against my most intimate places. “Let me take away the pain, sweet Tessara. Let me show you how this part of you can bring pleasure, not just suffering.”

Before I could protest, Sala’s attention returned to my cunny. Her tongue lapped gently at my sensitive folds, teasing and exploring with a skill that left me breathless. I felt her fingers join her mouth, probing gently at my entrance. The touch was so different from what I was used to—tender, careful, as if she was mapping every inch of me with the utmost care.

“Oh,” I gasped, my hips lifting involuntarily to meet her touch. “Sala, I…”

She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire but still filled with warmth. “It’s alright,” she murmured. “Let yourself feel, Tessara. You’re safe here.”

As Sala continued her attentions, alternating between long, languid licks and gentle probing with her fingers, she began tospeak. Her voice was low and melodic, weaving a story that seemed to wrap around me like a cocoon.

“It was nearly five years ago now,” she began, her words punctuated by soft kisses to my inner thighs. “I was a concubine in the Magisterian guesthouse, orbiting high above the planet. We were well treated, of course, but life was… predictable. Comfortable, but lacking in true passion.”

Sala’s fingers curled inside me, finding a spot that made me see the galaxy’s stars behind my eyelids. I moaned, my hands fisting in the plush fabric of the couch.

“Then they arrived,” Sala continued, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. “Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. We’d never seen anything like them before. Their blue skin seemed to shine in the starlight, and their eyes… oh, Tessara, their eyes held galaxies.”

She paused, her tongue flicking over my clit in a way that made my whole body shudder. “They came to us not as conquerors, but as explorers. Beings of pure energy who had taken on human form to better understand us. And oh, how they wanted to understand.”

Sala’s free hand trailed up my body, cupping my breast and teasing the nipple to a hard peak. “Alpha was drawn to me immediately,” she said, a note of pride in her voice. “He said my black hair reminded him of the vastness of space. But it wasn’t just physical attraction—he wanted to know everything about me. My hopes, my fears, my deepest desires.”

Sala’s fingers moved with increasing urgency inside me as she continued her tale, her voice growing husky with remembered passion. “The first time Alpha took my anus,” she murmured,her breath hot against my cunny, “I was terrified. He was so massive, so powerful. I didn’t think I could possibly let him in.”

Her tongue flicked over my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my hips rising to meet her touch.

“He prepared me so carefully,” Sala continued. “His fingers were gentle but insistent, stretching me slowly. He used a kind of Magisterian oil that tingles and warms, making me more sensitive than I’d ever been before.”

I felt a familiar tension building deep within me, a coiling heat that threatened to consume me. Sala must have sensed it too, because her movements became more focused, more intense.

“When he finally entered me,” she said, her words punctuated by long, languid licks, “the pain was… exquisite. It burned and stretched me beyond anything I’d ever felt. I thought I might split in two.”

My breath came in short, sharp gasps. I was so close, teetering on the edge of something monumental.

“But then,” Sala whispered, her blue eyes locking with mine, “he began to move. And oh, Tessara, the pleasure… it was indescribable. Like being filled with something cosmic. Every nerve in my body sang with it.”

With those words, she curled her fingers inside me, hitting that spot again, the one that made me see the stars she spoke of. Her mouth sealed over my clit, sucking gently, and I was lost.

The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, pleasure radiating from my core to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I cried out, my back arching off the couch as my body convulsed with ecstasy.

Sala didn’t let up, her tongue and fingers working me through wave after wave of bliss. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, that I might shatter from the intensity of it all, she gentled her touch, easing me down from the heights.

As the aftershocks rippled through me, Sala moved up my body. Her skin was flushed, her black hair tousled, and her blue eyes dark with desire. Before I could catch my breath, she pressed her lips to mine in a searing kiss.

I tried to turn my face away, very shy about tasting myself on her lips. But Sala was insistent, her hand cupping my cheek and holding me in place. Her tongue teased at the seam of my lips, and despite myself, I opened to her.

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