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He shuddered, redoubling the efforts of his fingers, his tongue. Seeking more. Needing more.
A sharp pain on his scalp made him grunt as his head was suddenly jerked back. And, paradoxically, sent a bolt of hot pleasure straight through his groin. Precum dripped from the aching head of his fully exposed cock tenting the front of his clothes.
The pain was pleasurable. Being forced to look up, seeing his female hovering over him, her face glistening with sweat, redwith exertion, panting with tears in her eyes, made him shudder. Could she possibly be more beautiful?
“T-Too… much…” she panted, shivering. Her legs quivered over his shoulders.
He pushed her too far, and she made him stop. Somehow, that sent another jolt of pleasure straight down his cock. Why? Why was it that her being forceful with him was so thrilling?
Before he could investigate that thought further, she was pulling on his crest. On his scalp. It hurt so good as she brought him up to kiss her. He continued, standing straight, until she was beneath him, her legs now around his waist. She released his crest, to his disappointment, but then she grabbed onto his shoulders, fisting the delicate feathers there.
Yes. That sharp sting was what he craved. It made his hips jerk, pushing his cock against her belly. She made a soft sound before pushing him back. Giving her the space she needed to look down. Her eyes widened at the sight of his shaft, and she swallowed. That gentle bob in her throat nearly undid him as another bread of precum appeared at the head.
Grabbing the hard flesh, he began working it up and down. Using the same hand, feathers still damp with her juices, to jerk himself. Mixing them into his own.
“Afraid?” He asked, his voice rough. A sound that would have been ugly to anyone from his own kind as it broke that clear, bell-like tone that was so prized in his people.
But it made her lips part, bumps breaking out all over her skin as her thighs tightened against his waist, like she was trying to bring him closer.
He might be broken, but the edges scratched her just right. And he didn’t care about anything beyond that.
Chapter 26
Grace
Grace had seen alien cocks before. Though it hadn’t really been her jam, she’d investigated alien porn before. They were both somehow more varied and less so than human porn. There was a lot more in the way of sex toys and the various ways to pleasure someone, but there was also a lot less kinks. Kink culture was something nearly unique to humans. There were cultures that had outright outlawed things a human would deem weird but not worthy of being illegal.
But since porn wasn’t really something that got her going, she hadn’t indulged much. The first time she saw a tentacle style penis, she’d decided she’d had enough and moved on. There were vibrators even in space and she had her imagination if she needed it.
That being said, she couldn’t remember seeing a farasie dick in her foray into the naughty. Itlookedlike a sex toy, perfectly shaped and slick andcolorful.
The shaft was lined with ridges, from the head all the way to the base, each one circling around the underside and coming to a point aimed at his groin. They continued all the way down to the opening where it emerged from his body. The final ring waslarger, thicker than the others, and the point it came to, right above his shaft, reminded her almost of her clit. It was larger though, more like a knot of wood on a tree. Judging by where it sat, it would rub her exactly right. The head was cone shaped, continuing the curve of his shaft, and the ridge of the helmet had the same pointed ring shape as the ridges that spawned off of it.
There were no veins she could see. It was smooth and shiny, like a piece of silicon cast perfectly. It was also slick, as was typical of penises that were stored inside the body. It made its own lubrication for its emergence. And it was colorful like a sex toy. Bright fuchsia pink at the base, slowly transitioning in color to a deep purple at the head. It was beautiful. And that was such a weird thought to have about a dick, but it really was. Like the glamor shots of a dildo put up on sex toy sites advertising their latest and greatest.
A pretty dick. And she wanted it. She was actually envious when he grasped the shaft and began working his slick fingers up and down, mixing their juices together.
Then, he asked if she was afraid. And it had that musical tone in his voice. That rough, husky tone, like a smoker singing in a dim jazz bar. And she had to have him inside her. She had to feel that picture perfect dick stirring her up.
She grabbed him by the face, jerking him in. Kissing him eagerly, before putting one hand to the table and leaning back. Pulling him over her. Not all the way down. Just enough that she was opened up to him and he had space he needed to place the head of his cock at her entrance.
Which he did. And she shivered, because the skin was hotter than she expected. A furnace, branding her with the heat andpressure as he pushed forward. Spreading her open. Stretching her out.
Then, the ridge of the head popped inside her. Her entrance closed around it and she shuddered. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. And it was only enhanced when he continued, pushed another ring into her. And another. And another. Each one bigger, wider than the last. The stretch of the pressure increasing, then easing, coming in waves as he slowly entered, but never quite going away as the girth widened with each successive ring.
He was only about halfway in when it became too much. She cried out, head falling back, an orgasm ripping through her-
-nearly ruined when he suddenly yanked himself free. He pulled back so quickly, making her experience those ridges all in rapid reverse, that she squealed. It was great, but with his retreat, she was left bereft and empty.
Whimpering, filled with a combination of pleasure from her fading orgasm and disappointment, she gave him a sad look.
“Why…?” She barely managed to breathe.
“Not yet,” he grunted, breathing fast, his feathers all standing on end. Crest fully extended. The look in his eyes was wild, fire and ice burning together, as his hand clenched against her hip, squeezing her so tight it ached. “You can’t yet.”
“But… It’s okay. I-I can go again. I can.” Honestly, she wasn’t sure she could. Grace was a one and done kind of girl. Especially with her vibrator, which had been her only companion since coming into space. Even now, her body was shaky and weak, wanting to lay down and bask in the afterglow of two orgasms – even if the second one was partially aborted.
“If you come, I come,” Sway said, the rough words in that delicious tone nearly setting her off again. It was a delicious threat and promise.
