Page 73 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

“I imagine we discovered another difference in the reproductive anatomy of our species. Aligarii males…latch on. Inside.”

“Latch on? You mean your…your…your penis isattachedto me?” Her voice steadily rose with her fear.

“Notattached,” he replied, smoothing a hand over her tousled hair and down her back. “It is temporary, Zoey. Aligarii females cannot reach their…” He raised a hand and wagged it in a small circle, as though searching for a word.

“Climax?”

“Yes. That is a good word. They cannot reach their climax before that point.”

She struggled for calm; she trusted that Rendash wouldn’t hurt her, and that this would turn out fine, but a little forewarning might’ve been nice.

Oh, by the way, Zoey, my penis is going to open up and latch onto your cervix. No big deal, we’ll just be stuck together for a while. And if you move it’ll hurt. Well, let’s get to it!

And if I’d known and turned it down, I wouldn’t have experienced those mind-blowing orgasms.

Perhaps it was best that she’d been kept ignorant.

“But why…latch?” she asked.

“To maximize the chances of conception,” he said.

“But you said we couldn’t have kids.”

“We can’t,” he assured her, sliding his hand to her cheek and holding her gaze. “This is just the natural process for my kind.”

Zoey relaxed a little. It was strange to know that part of him was physically connected to her, but it didn’t hurt as long as she didn’t attempt to pull away from him. As she stilled and focused on the sensation, the lingering pain faded, and she discovered it was pleasurable —verypleasurable. She soon found it difficult to keep from moving.

“Um, Ren?” she asked, voice breathy. Her skin tingled with spreading warmth.

His tongue — barely visible in the shadows — slipped out of his mouth and ran over his upper lip, reminding Zoey of what he’d done to her with it. The memory made her pussy clench.

“Yes, Zoey?” By the huskiness of his voice, he already knew what was happening.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sit still much longer.” A tremor swept through her. She caught her lip between her teeth and leaned against him, gasping.

“Then don’t,” Ren replied. His hands guided her hips through slow gyrations without lifting her pelvis. The movement stroked her clit and increased the pressure in all the right places.

The steady, deliberate rhythm built her gradually to a climax, urged on by his touch and their increasingly ragged breathing. When it hit, it was no less powerful than the last. Ren growled along with her cries, filling her with a burst of new heat.

Shortly after they’d both settled, he lay back on the bed, drawing her along with him, and his cock released its inner hold. Liquid gushed from her, trailing down her thighs.

Zoey rolled out of his embrace and got to her knees, reaching to switch on the lamp on the nightstand. She immediately turned back to Ren and dropped her gaze to his cock.

If she hadn’t felt him inside her, if he hadn’t explained what had happened, she might have freaked the fuck out. Even having experienced it, she had a hard time believing that his cock had been inside her likethat.

Did I let myself forget that he’s an alien?Of coursesex would remind me of that.

His cock lay against his inner thigh, but it didn’t look anything like it normally did; her closest comparison was a stargazer lily. The head of his shaft had unfurled like the petals of a flower, revealing unscaled, pink skin inside. At the center was a smooth, pink, tube-likething, a cross between a penis and a chameleon tongue. Before her eyes, the centralthingwithdrew, and the petals closed, their seams vanishing a little at a time.

“Holy shit,” Zoey said, unable to look away even after it was sealed. Because of the overlapping scales, she couldn’t even see the seams where it had split open.

“Your parts aren’t exactly normal-looking to me, either,” he said defensively. He’d propped himself on his elbows to meet her gaze.

Zoey looked down at her thighs, fearful she’d find green goo oozing out of her like in one of the sci-fi romances books she’d read. There was an awful lot of seed running down her legs, but thankfully it looked like it could have come from any human male; no stringy, neon green globs to be seen.

“How do your females look?” she asked, only barely stopping her imagination from picturing some kind of Venus flytrap vagina opening wide for his lily-cock.

“More…discreet.”

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