Page 54 of Stranded with the Alien

You’ve let a Vraxian get to second base.

Her conscience piped up, trying to shame her. But it was fighting a losing battle.

“Vahn,” she said. “I think we should continue the examination lying down.”

She stretched out on the floor of the tent and the Vraxian was transfixed. Like a magnet, his gaze was drawn to the scrap of material covering the juncture of her legs.

“I will gladly inspect all of you, human,” he said hoarsely.

Kara hooked a thumb through the elastic of her panties and wriggled them off. She was now completely naked and Vahn could no longer ignore the aroma emanating from her core. It pulled at him, enticing him with its musky spice. He had to see more.

He put a large hand on each thigh and gently pushed them apart, telling himself that if she resisted or became fearful, he would stop. But she spread her legs willingly and her scent enveloped him, making his mouth water.

He had had many, many sexual partners. That was not unusual for a warrior such as he. And he excelled at pleasing Vraxian females, who were notoriously voracious in their appetites. But none had made his senses unravel like this.

He leaned forward, examining her closely. Her lower region was not dissimilar to females of his own kind, except for the sparse scattering of hair on the mounded entrance. Some kind of barrier, he wondered? If so, it was a pretty poor one. He ruffled a finger through it.

“Vraxian women are smooth here.”

“Bully for them,” she muttered.

He turned his attention to the lips guarding her entrance. He touched them lightly and she stiffened. He paused.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No… no, I’m good.”

He touched her again, this time a long sensuous stroke along the cleft of her sex. There was moisture there and he gave a low hum of satisfaction. He may not be familiar with human female genitalia, but it seemed that, as with Vraxian women, wetness was a sign of arousal.

He dipped into her slick and her heat enveloped his finger.

“Oh,” she gasped. He took it as a good sign.

Wanting a closer look, he gently spread her labia apart and stared in fascination. She bit her lip, trying not to squirm under his intense scrutiny. A small part of her was horrified at her own blatant exhibitionism, but the rest of her was unbelievably aroused.

Something caught his attention. There, at the top of her entrance. A little protuberance.

Hmm. Could it be avieris?

Carefully he circled it with his finger and was surprised when Kara jumped.

“Shall I stop, human?”

“No! No, don’t stop.”

The urgency in her voice emboldened him. He bent closer, so close Kara could feel his breath on her swelling clitoris.

She found herself wondering what it would be like to have his Vraxian tongue on it. She knew from having kissed him that it was very different to a human tongue.

God, what was happening to her?Was she really hoping an alien might go down on her? Guilt flickered. She had to stop this. She had to stop it before it got completely out of…

He brushed his fingers over the engorged tissue and she moaned out loud. He nodded in satisfaction.

“I thought so. Vraxian women have a pleasure spot called avierishigh inside their abdomen. It is only stimulated by intercourse. But yours is right here.” He stroked it again and her hips jerked. “This is a much more convenient arrangement.”

The female’s scent was now headily intense. He cast his mind back to that delirious episode in the cave several days earlier. His recollection was fuzzy but he was fairly sure hisdendrahad been in contact with this part of her body. He had a vague memory of her taste and he suddenly, urgently, wanted to taste her again.

“Kara, may I kiss yourferesh?”

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