Page 55 of Stranded with the Alien

“My…?” She hoped that was what she thought it was.

“Your…” he frowned as his translation microbes came up with several options. “Yourpuss-sigh?”

She giggled breathlessly.

“Yes, snake-boy. You can kiss mypuss-sigh.”

He didn’t waste a second. He put his mouth on her and drove his tongue into her satin folds.

By Ayanlesh. She tastes like nectar from Shamhoreth itself.Never had he imagined a human could taste so exquisite. He began to lick. Steadily, diligently. Long, hot pulsing strokes that left Kara in a haze of bliss.

She writhed under the erotic onslaught. The thick, textured organ swirled over her slit and lapped sensuously at her wetness, lighting up every nerve ending in her body.

She could barely describe it. It wasn’t like a human tongue, it was bigger. More agile. More…ribbed.She moaned as it swabbed her clitoris, sending waves of excitement spiraling through her lower body.

Damn, that feels amazing.

She spread her legs wide in helpless abandon. Her clitoris throbbed as he licked at it repeatedly, making the muscles in her stomach tighten. The bony spurs on his head pressed against her inner thighs – a reminder, if she needed one, that she was being eaten out by an alien.

Perversely, it turned her on even more.

Vahn swirled her juices in his mouth and savored every drop. He would happily have stayed like this all night but the little female’s cries were rising in tempo. He had a sudden masculine desire to bring her to her peak.

“Don’t stop… oh…”

He licked rapidly at the little nub which had erected under his tongue. Tremors started to course through Kara’s body and her scent filled his nostrils. She put her hands on his head and pulled him closer, grinding in abandon. Her breathless little moans drove him on.

“Vahn, I’m so close…”

His only imperative, his only task at that moment, was to make her experience the ecstasy ofjarna. It was a matter of masculine pride. He closed his lips around hervierisand suckled it.

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m coming!”

Kara arched off the ground as she was brought to a magnificent climax. Her body tensed, every atom of her being lost in a deep, satisfying explosion. With each convulsion Vahn thrashed at her clitoris, sending fresh shards of joy coursing through her body and filling his mouth with her juices.

She didn’t know if she was having several orgasms at once or one long one, and she didn’t care. All she knew was that Vahn was wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her.

Only when her body softened did he release her. She collapsed into languid contentment, barely able to speak.

Oh. My. God. That was incredible.

Vahn stared at the ceiling blankly. He should have been exultant. He had demonstrated his prowess and made the little human lose all control. She had spilled her nectar into his mouth and reachedjarnawith shattering intensity.

But as he lay there in the aftermath, only one thought reverberated around his head.

What the drek have I done?

Twenty Four

He went over it in his mind and could scarcely believe it. Something had happened to him during the peak of Kara’s pleasure. Something Vraxians often talked about but which he had never experienced himself. Until now.

It is impossible. I must be mistaken.

He could still taste her on his lips and that added to his turmoil. She was human. Human! It was biologically unfeasible. And yet he couldn’t ignore the evidence of his own physical reaction.

Vannla’s Sword. What had he done?

He was shaken to his very core.

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