Page 13 of Her Alien Guardian

My eyes widened, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I took in Sala’s words, hearing a strange authority in them that made my heart race.

Now it’s your turn.To… to do… the thing Sala had done to me. The terribly naughty thing, her face between my thighs.

“I… I can’t,” I stammered, shaking my head. “I’ve never… I don’t know how…”

Sala’s expression softened, but there was a glint in her eye that made my stomach flutter.

“Tessara,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “I imagine you don’t know that Magisterian senior wives are allowed to discipline younger women. Have you heard that?”

I swallowed hard, hesitantly shaking my head.

“Well then,” Sala continued, her hand trailing down my side in a feather-light caress. “It will come as a surprise, but I’m afraid I’ll have to spank you if you don’t pleasure me as you should. After all, you’ve received so much pleasure yourself. It’s only fair to reciprocate, isn’t it?”

My breath caught in my throat. The idea of Sala spanking me sent fear, shame, and the unwelcome arousal I knew too well coursing through my body. I remembered the sting of her husband’s hand earlier, how different it had felt from the brutal punishments I’d endured on theConqueror of Bresla.

At the same time, part of me knew Sala didn’t actually mean it. Or… maybe she did mean it, but if she took me over her knee she would provide a lesson utterly different from any Lieutenant Jorg would ever have administered.

“I…” I began, my voice trembling. “I’ll obey, Sala. I promise.”

Sala’s smile was radiant. “Good girl,” she purred, the praise sending an electric pulse down my spine.

With fluid grace, Sala maneuvered us until our positions were reversed. Now she lay back against the soft fabric of the couch, her black hair fanned out around her like a halo. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the starlight streaming through the viewscreen, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of her form.

My eyes traveled down her body, taking in the gentle curves of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, and finally, the junction between her thighs. Her cunny was so very bare, just like mine, the delicate folds glistening with evidence of her arousal.

I felt my tummy flutter nervously as I positioned myself between Sala’s legs. The musky scent of her need filled my nostrils, reminding me of my own, on Sala’s lips, but also thrillingly different in its heady tang. I hesitated, terribly unsure how to proceed.

Sala’s hand came to rest on the top of my head, her touch gentle but insistent. “It’s alright, Tessara,” she murmured encouragingly. “Just start with a kiss. Right here.” Her other hand moved to part her folds, exposing the pink button of her clitoris.

Sala’s fingers twined gently in my hair, exerting a subtle but insistent pressure. I felt her guide my face downward, closer and closer to the glistening folds of her cunny. The musky scent grew stronger. It seemed to fill my senses, made my head spin.

My heart raced, a mixture of fear and shameful arousal coursing through me. I had never done anything like this before, never even considered it. And yet, as Sala’s warmth radiated against my cheeks, I found myself oddly captivated.

“That’s it, sweet one,” Sala murmured, her voice low and husky. “Just a little kiss. Show me how grateful you are for the pleasure I gave you.”

I hesitated for a moment, my breath coming in short, shallow pants. Then, gathering what little courage I had left, I pressed my lips to Sala’s clit in the softest of kisses.

The effect was immediate. Sala’s hips bucked slightly, a breathy moan escaping her lips. “Oh, Tessara,” she sighed, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Good girl. Again, please.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me at Sala’s praise. I told myself I had no choice—the alternative was a spanking, after all. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t the whole truth. Part of me, a part I barely recognized, wanted to please Sala. Wanted to make her feel as good as she had made me feel.

Pushing aside my lingering doubts, I leaned in once more. This time, I let my tongue dart out, tentatively lapping at Sala’s sensitive bud. The taste matched the aroma: tangy, salty… forbidden, somehow, but also wickedly inviting.

“Yes,” Sala hissed, her hips rolling against my face. “Just like that, Tessara. Use your tongue, naughty girl. Explore me.”

Somehow both emboldened and embarrassed by her lewd encouragement, I began to lick in earnest. I traced the delicate folds of Sala’s cunny, marveling at their softness. My tongue dipped lower, teasing at her entrance before returning to circle her clit.

Sala’s grip on my hair tightened, holding me firmly in place. “Harder,” she commanded, her voice thick with need. “Suck on my clit, Tessara. Show me you can obey.”

I complied without hesitation, taking her swollen bud between my lips and sucking gently. Sala’s thighs trembled on either side of my head, her breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment.

“Good girl,” she panted, her hips grinding against my face. “Such a quick learner. Now, slide your fingers inside me. I need to feel something there.”

I could feel my own arousal building anew, despite the climaxes Sala had given me just a few moments ago. Blushing furiously, I put my right hand between Sala’s thighs, low down where the soaking opening to her vagina lay—and as if compelled by irresistible force, I put my left hand down between my own legs, desperate for more pleasure.

I slid two fingers into Sala’s warm, wet cunny, and I did the same to my own. I marveled at how different Sala’s felt from my own: the same sort of openness, but somehow a different arrangement of folds that made a thrilling contrast. Her inner walls clenched around my digits, drawing them deeper. I curled my fingers experimentally, searching for that spot Sala had found inside me. In my own pussy I moved my fingers more slowly, seeking only to soothe myself and dull the edge of my need as I pleasured my new friend.

“Yes,” Sala gasped, her back arching. “Right there, sweet one. Don’t stop.”

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