Page 22 of Her Alien Savior
Eyes fluttering closed, I gasped when fingers that were slender and definitely not Direl’s slid down my stomach and eased beneath my panties. Nen-Le tapped light circles around my clit, using my own juices to lubricate, swiping down to collect liquid, then up to coat my bundle of nerves. My hips jerked at the jolts of sensations rushing through me, my fists clamping down on the comforter of the bed.
Nen-Le rubbed her nose against my neck, and then licked my earlobe before she whispered, “Your elloslit’s nectar is so warm, and your skin so soft.” Two fingers spread my lips apart while another rubbed teasing swipes across, down, and around my clit. I moaned, and she purred in my ear before a cold air caught my attention. She extended the epul from her knuckles to shred my panties, and the fabric slipped off her hand as she worked between my thighs. My hips lifted for more. Direl watched with dark lust-filled eyes, as his hips stayed between my legs at the foot of the bed. He licked his lips but made no move to join further.
The words echoed in my mind, finally registering how fascinated Nen-Le sounded when talking about my wet pussy. Her skin was just as soft feeling to me, I didn’t understand why, after wanting to duel with me, she was even doing any of this. I fidgeted, suddenly aware of how odd it was that I wanted her to touch me. Something came over me after her blood touched my tongue, a warmth and need building a pressure within my belly, but deeper. Her leg lifted to hook her foot on mine. With a knee she pushed my thigh open and wrapped around me to open myself to them.
I gasped as her finger moved between my folds and put pressure at my entrance. My whole body throbbed to be filled, but they denied what my body craved more than anything. The only thought I had was, why wasn’t Direl touching me? I needed him to touch me.
Nen-Le’s fingers pushed, their tips entering, but only making me throb the more. I tried to lift my hips to force more pressure to slip inside, but her knee rubbed at my thigh, and held me open, working against my efforts.
“Give me your ellopul nectar, human,” Nen-Le purred in my ear and nipped at my neck. Direl growled, his chest heaving up and down in restraint.
“Fuck, I can’t take it,” Ashley said from somewhere in the room with a husky tenor. “Riley, he needs your permission to fully join.” I assumed she wasn’t supposed to be talking to me, but thankfully she did.
I had forgotten that anyone else was in the room, and I was about to look around, but Nen-Le distracted me when she cupped my pussy with her palm, one finger toying between my folds. It was almost like she was now hiding me from Direl’s eyes, and he grunted his displeasure. His breathing huffed, and I felt his hand gripping my other thigh, squeezing with a slight tug. His own hips shifted, and I felt his hardened length rubbing on my inside thigh, making me groan.
I needed him inside of me. My whole body hummed to be touched by him.
“Direl,” I gasped out.
“That isn’t the name you should be screaming for,” Nen-Le growled while her teeth scraped down my neck to my shoulder.
“I need you,” I begged, staring directly into Direl’s eyes, the amber in them completely eclipsed with darkness. That was all he was waiting for, and with a quick movement he tugged me towards the edge of the bed, lifting my hips up to his face. Nen-Le’s knee and fingers slipped from my body, and I found I didn’t care if she never touched me again as long as Direl was buried between my legs. His tongue lapped up my juices, and then flicked in and out of my pussy. He suckled and drank from me like he was dying of thirst. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I screamed out as my muscles spasmed with release, gushing so much he couldn’t take it all fast enough to prevent it from dripping down my ass, and his chin. Nen-Le brushed my hair with her fingers and stroked my arms while gently kissing within my inner elbow. Then her teeth sunk into my skin, making me scream, but it wasn’t pain. It was like my whole arm went numb, and Nen-Le licked my blood from her lips.
“What have you done?” Direl growled and I whimpered as his touch left my aching pussy.
She wrinkled her nose, and she furrowed her brow with concern. “Human, your blood tastes of too much metal. Like you have used many medpacks, or,” she trailed off, then licked at the two puncture wounds on my elbow, and the bleeding stopped. It was Direl she addressed next, “She tastes like the blue district slaves.”
It seemed like an odd time to be talking about that, while my body still hummed from one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.
He glared at her with menace like she had done something unforgivable. “I do not recognize your claim,” his voice was stern. What claim?
“That is not for you to decide,” she cooed back.
“You’ve gone too far. I will fight if you pursue this. Her blood was not offered, and there are witnesses to this fact.” The numbness from my arm traveled to my chest, into my fingers and down to my toes. The only thing I could feel was Direl’s touch as his hands gripped around my hips. I moved to feel the friction of his fingers against me, and he smiled down at me with understanding. “Tell me you want me, my mate.”
I whimpered and nodded while my heel hooked around him to bring him closer.
“Say it,” he demanded before he licked up residual come from my thigh then buried his face in my folds to suck on my clit again.
I gasped, screaming out, “Yes!” More pressure built as I writhed on the bed from all the warmth filling my core.
He stopped, and my thighs clenched around his head to draw him back in. A flick of his tongue teased at my folds and he repeated, “Who do you want between your throbbing elloslit, my mate?”
“Direl,” I panted his name. I wanted him back fucking my pussy with that brilliant tongue of his and I mewled for him to return.
His breathing labored once, twice, then his fingers moved from my hip, under my ass, and then tapped at my entrance as he whispered hoarsely, “Louder, Pulsunne.” Then I sucked in air as two thick fingers pushed between my folds, hovering at the precipice with a pulsing in and out that made my pussy throb.
“Fuck,” I gritted, and with a wicked gleam his mouth descended on my clit as he plunged his fingers inside of me and I screamed his name.
Nen-Le squeezed my hand tightly, and sensation returned to my fingertips, realerting me to other people that were in the room. She moved to straddle my stomach, facing Direl. Only now did I notice she had no clothing on. She leaned forward, her pussy in front of my face, and her scent filled my nose. A dribble of liquid leaked down her thigh, and my heart pounded in my chest, as this need stirred within me to lick it.
“Will you bathe in my offering? Give me the life from your tongue and calm my glands, little mate,” Nen-Le said as her fingers trailed up my stomach and traced tingling lines under the swell of my breast before she gently flicked my nipple.
My own core clenched as Direl sucked on my clit with tender, slow swipes of his tongue. My hands, of their own accord, gripped her thighs and tugged her towards me. Her knees slid back, making her sit on my face, allowing me access to swipe at her folds. A hunger took over as the first drips of her essence touched my mouth. She ground her pussy onto my face, and I hung onto her legs as I dug my chin in licking up her slit, rubbing myself with her nectar.
I moaned as my hips lifted, and Direl’s fingers teased underneath his mouth working deliciously against my clit bringing me closer to another thigh clenching wave of ecstasy, before he finally pushed his fingers back into my entrance, and I gasped for air as I tightened my legs around his face. My teeth nipped at Nen-Le and she moaned before her own fingers went between her legs, rubbing down and up her slit before she spread her fingers out to display herself for me.
It was all I could see. The beautiful blue tinged skin with small white nubs sat just inside rising and falling, pulsing for my touch. Those were part of her epul, the exoskeleton beneath her first skin, but these were not sharp like the thorns I knew existed just beneath the surface of the rest of her. They moved as if they had a life of their own, and a small spark of jealousy hit me when I thought of how I didn’t possess any such extra features for Direl as he pumped his finger in and out, making me melt and harden over and over again.
