Page 28 of Her Alien Prince
"And I remind you of her?"
"Very much so. You are strong, kind, and without you I'd be less of the male I want to be."
"And what kind of male is that?" she teased, while her hand squeezed my cock.
"The kind buried inside of you, while my name echoes from your lungs." Now that we were on the ground, I could swiftly tug her cloak's fabric away from her, but she eased herself down and unlatched my coverings to sink her hand down my pants. Feeling her skin on my strained cock sent shockwaves through my nerves, and I growled.
"Not until I taste you," she said, while releasing her hold to slip both hands along my hips, over my ass, and tug the pants down to unburden me from my leathers. My cock stood eagerly awaiting her appraisal. Would she be frightened to see my sex so freely exposed, unlike that of an estreld male locked inside his sheath? Her eyes widened at the sight of me, and I worried before the side of her lips lifted in a grin and her tongue swiped across them in anticipation for what she had planned for me. My wings hummed behind me, and I listened to her command to taste what she wished.
The glands at the back of my throat pulsed with a clucking noise that was involuntary with my species to lure in our mates. If she had horns, she would feel me inside of her and be drawn towards fulfilling more. And for me, with each pulse my body prepared to drink her juices once they were offered... preparing the proteins I would use to make our kantos, I preferred this term to the estreld title of larva sack. It spoke more about the bond needed to create the space our young would grow from.
The trinket I had made from the last time I tasted her molded to my chest beneath my chest plates. Tradition would be to gift it to Mabel and she would wear it as a sign of us starting a family together. Krelins would congratulate us upon seeing it, and we would celebrate.
Our young... I thought sadly before Mabel brought me back to her beauty with a drop of her robes. My goddess, she was perfect. Her skin had a green sheen tinting at her contours that before I had dismissed as purely estreld, but the patches of scale along her thighs hidden by her robes spoke of a different heritage. My own scales along my cock fluttered and flexed at the sight of her. A low growl rumbling in my throat echoing with my mating glands call.
Her hand lifted to her chest, and gripped there as if she were stunned. "You haven't even touched me... and I can feel you inside my veins," she said with a gasp. "How is this possible?"
She felt my call, and I brimmed with happiness that both my hearts and body were in sync with their need. That she would both stir my hearts and connect as if she had kan of her own was a blessing. I paused in my thoughts, perhaps she did have kan of her own. Her wings sprouted from her loh, and I recalled seeing two small jewels on her temples, above her brows, now hidden by her hair. I risked closing the distance she created between us and brushed her strands aside. My fingers caressed the small black nubs protruding from where there was once green loh to match her eyes. That's where they were hiding. She shivered at my touch.
"These are kan," I fondled them, knowing how sensitive they were, and wished for her to feel me more inside of her. She moaned deliciously. "When you are done tasting what you desire, I will show the pleasures of having them."
"These?" Mabel lifted her hands to touch her forehead, feeling for them until she discovered the two horns, her kan. "Why now?"
"It's common for queens to take time to sprout their kan as well as their wings. Triggered when they are ready to mate." I glanced down at my hardened length bringing attention back to what she wished to do with me.
She smiled mischievously as she slinked forward, her breasts pressed into me as her hand slid down to grip and squeeze. "Tell me why you want me. Tell me why there can't be peace without a mating treaty. Tell me," she growled out. I closed my eyes feeling my skin heat with her touch.
"I can't stop thinking of you. I lie awake dreaming you. During the day, every female merely reminds me of you."
"Even Luan?"
I realized where this was going. I had to make up for what I'd done earlier. Guilt filled me, but I would take it. "The moment I thought of you in distress there was no interest, and there would be no mating even if I willed for it." My cock was as flaccid as gelatin when I thought of Mabel in pain. But as she holds it firm in her grip, it throbbed for more of her. My scales fluttered in her hold, flexing with my blood flow. She tried to stroke her hand down my shaft, only for my scales to fold back and stop her attempt. Quirking a brow, she expected me to explain, and my mind was electrified with even the slightest of movements.
"They are meant to do that inside of you with ample lubricant," I said, but she grinned, lowering her head.
She brought the tip of my shaft to her lips and her tongue swiped out with a flick, then another. The saliva from her tongue helped her slip from one scale to the next as they expanded at her hot touch until her mouth devoured me.
“Fuck—” I gritted, sucking in a breath. My wings beat behind me with a buzz, and my glands continued to pulse more quickly. It was unheard of to have a mate do such things to a warrior, the way her tongue played with my scales, and fluttered around was making my toes curl in my boots, I had yet to remove.
I huffed and assured her, "You don't have to do that."
She glanced up with those bright green eyes hooded, her hand squeezing the bottom of my length, my precum dribbling across her cheek as she rubbed it. "Do you not like it?"
"It's not that, it's just—"
Her tongue dipped out to lap up my excitement in a slow tantalizingly torturous lick. "I don't care what I'm supposed to do, if I did then neither of us would be here." She was right. We both had reasons not to be together that went beyond whether we were attracted to each other or not. For the sake of our planets, the clan, and the hive... we had obligations to something greater than ourselves.
"That's not what I meant. I want you, all of you." Mates didn't play with a male's cock because our scales were meant to knot, making this kind of foreplay difficult with unruly scales that didn't listen to whether they were inside a mouth or a throat... it was highly likely for a mate to become stuck... or even suffocate if I wasn't careful and came in her mouth.
Pressure built up as she suctioned, using her tongue to swirl around, expertly flowing with the scales as they fluttered. During sex, the scales would add more pleasure, filling, and touching her inner walls, until the scales became hard as I ejaculated, locking us both in place. I couldn't let that happen yet. Biting down on my lip, I moaned, regaining control as the sensations rippled through me.
"You're going to make me come," I warned her, but she didn't stop. Did she not know what was going to happen? "Mabel, I'll swell, and—" My own groan interrupting my warning. Her hips moved in time with her head movements, and I noticed her other hand was between her thighs, sending me over the edge. Just as I came her hand clamped down on my scales like she was catching a fish. She smiled up at me like she had everything handled from the beginning, and perhaps she did.
Swallowing, she licked her lips, and said, "I had access to your mating file."
"And you read it." Thoroughly, I thought with satisfaction.
She shrugged coyly. As soon as she released my cock my scales sprung out rippling taut.
