Page 23 of Her Alien Savior
Would he be satisfied when his cock filled my aching need?
I wanted to touch him, but the hunger consumed me to taste more of the addictive liquid dripping on my face. My tongue swiped out to play with one of the epul within Nen-Le’s exposed flesh, and she shivered a top me. I smiled before I did it again, and whatever worries I had about not having my own epul vanished at the power I felt having such control over what happened to Nen-Le in these moments. I licked again and this time I captured one of her fingers, sucking the juice from the tip, and moaning at how it tasted like warm sugar that tingled down my throat. I took my own fingers to move from her thigh to rub the bony nubs of her epul.
Her own finger slipped from my mouth and began sinking in and out of her pussy, milking her juices into my mouth while I played with the epul that pulsed within her folds. Somehow, she matched the very rhythm of Direl’s movement within my own. I found the synchronization of the action to make my blood pound in my chest, and I panted as my orgasm grew and Direl’s fingers seemed to grow inside of me, hitting on something I never felt before.
“Don’t stop!” I screamed, as his fingers rubbed at the swollen clit within me, giving me the deliciously perfect amount of pressure as he lifted up and thrust his fingers in, then out again. As I felt my core clench and spasm for another release, the epul I was stroking on Nen-Le sprung out, creating a lattice across her slit, trapping hers and my fingers like they were alive with their own freewill. Before I could question anything, or let my mind think about what was happening, my eyes squeezed shut as my own orgasm flowed through me, making my toes curl. As I sucked in a breath, I gulped down the viscous cum dripping from my trapped fingers like heated frosting. Warmth spread through my throat and into my belly like a drug.
The cool air hit my thighs as Direl eased away and was replaced with Nen-Le’s slender hands splaying my thighs as she dipped down to suck, licking up the residual cum that he didn’t drink himself. I could hear her slurp, and moan as she lapped my sensitive flesh, making me shiver. She plunged her fingers into my sheath and with a scooping motion, dragged my juices into her mouth with hunger. Once she was done, I laid there satisfied like I’d never felt before, and unwilling to move lest the sensations warming my body fade. Her epul released my fingers, and she dismounted my face with lazy care.
I couldn’t move, simply staring up at the ceiling of this sterile room reveling in the strange numb fuzziness of the afterglow of what we’d done.
Finally, I could see the way Direl watched me. His face glistening with his efforts, and he made sure I was paying attention as he wiped away the blood on his abdomen. To my astonishment, there was no longer an open wound. He was healed. How was that possible? I mean, sure he had nano medbots or something, but I’d never seen such a recovery. He bent over and lifted my foot to place a kiss on the inside of my calf, and then stepped away from me. It was like this was the ending to some ritual of the necia warriors, and he had finished. My eyes wandered to the large bulge in his pants, which he had somehow kept on that whole time, and hadn’t stopped his attentions, on giving me the best orgasms I had ever had, to take care of himself.
I leaned up on my elbows and watched as Nen-Le shimmied back into her ship’s uniform, then back to Direl, who adjusted his cock within his pants, and wrung his hands through is hair. He didn’t even care that his hands were still sticky with my come, creating a temporary gelled look of his silvery black hair.
The only thing I could think was, were we done?
I mean, I felt satisfied, but seeing him step away from me made my skin chill with a sense of regret.
Direl hadn’t even finished? My next thought was embarrassment as my eyes landed on the people sitting on the sidelines. Ashley was sitting at the desk, shifting in her seat, and Bryce was wiping sweat from his brow. The only condolence was that Chester appeared to be zipping his pants back up from having finished himself during the display. Some people would be disturbed by being the object of someone else’s handjob, but funny enough, I was actually relieved that I wasn’t the only one that got carried away with Necias’ culture. I just got eaten out by two hot aliens, and savored the taste of an alien’s juices, and to top it off I did this all in front of witnesses.
So much for needing to go to some Blue District Palace on Trillume, where all the skin trade was.
I cleared my throat, and closed my legs, easing myself to sitting. Nen-Le tossed me a pair of her pants from a drawer, and still confused by things, I absentmindedly tugged the pants on. All the while I stared at Direl, who didn’t seem irritated at all by us stopping. He smiled at me, and if anything, his eyes seemed more clear and less feral than before. The amber in them returned, though as he watched Nen-Le there was a dark glare to them still. I gnawed on my lip and couldn’t help wondering if he would finish with her instead after finding that humans didn’t have anything extra in the rutting department.
“We have a month of Earth time to take over this ship and get the antidote to the nanobots in her system,” Nen-Le offered, without any prompting. This was not what I was expecting. I had expected to have to convince her, and possibly lie in order to get what I wanted. Why was she helping me? It didn’t make sense.
“You’re helping?” I questioned without even thinking about how that would come across.
She shrugged. “I’m entitled to change my mind about humans. I liked our bath, and I’d like to bathe with you again. My choices are very selfish and having nothing to do with whether I agree with King Sylve or Direl.” It was like she read my mind and assuaged my concerns about whether to trust her. All while oddly complimenting the fact that she enjoyed being with a human.
Being with me, I corrected. I blushed profusely, and averted my eyes, which landed inconveniently on Direl, who narrowed his eyes at my display. Was he jealous, when he basically tossed me on a platter for Nen-Le in this whole bathing ritual of theirs? I scowled with irritation at feeling a bit shamed for liking the whole experience.
“We can trust Nen-Le,” Direl offered, his demeanor more controlled, and almost dignified. A stark contrast to the feral growling he was displaying before.
“What reason does she have to go against King Sylve?” I asked, even still tasting her on my lips didn’t change that I believed one bathing ritual didn’t make a flip against King Sylve seem logical.
“Because I don’t really care about going to war with the trill. If the trill haven’t noticed already, they’ve pretty much resigned their defense to the necia. It would be dumb to threaten us the way King Sylve predicts. We have control enough already, why war for what we already have. Pointless,” Nen-Le dismissed my concern.
“Riley,” my name on Direl’s lips gave me butterflies in my stomach, “Nen-Le is only a general of this ship because she does not choose to be burdened with more responsibilities. She could easily defeat King Sylve, or myself, for command any time she chooses.”
“I’ve thought about it a few times, simply to have a better room, and deflate that ego of yours,” she said with a gleam in her eyes. They both laughed, and I found myself becoming jealous over this familiarity they shared.
Get ahold of yourself, I thought with agitation, the necia don’t put as much credit towards sexual activities as humans do, the bath meant nothing but relieving themselves of their bodily needs. Now, that they’ve had their fun, they could easily choose someone else to bathe with in the future, and I’d just have to get over this sinking feeling in my gut at not being touched by either of them again.
Why did it matter? How could I feel so attached to these aliens simply because they gave me a great orgasm. Okay, multiple orgasms, but regardless... I wasn’t some love-struck teenager, I was a realist. This wouldn’t happen again. I had more important things to focus on, like figuring out how to get rid of these nanobugs inside me, and what was going on with my exchange program with Princess Klemon?
But more important than any of that… I needed access to what happened to my brother’s ship, and I finally met someone capable of helping me do just that. If Ashley could hack the security on this ship, then she could figure out why it exploded into a trillion fireworks before it ever reached its destination.
Chapter twelve
Direl
Ahumpurredthroughmy bones as Riley’s essence spread within my body. My wounds were healed, but a new sensation I wasn’t used to settled in my loins. I wasn’t a young spawn by any means, and I had had my fill of tasting a female and even claiming a few during rut. Bathing in a female’s juices was usually satisfactory enough, and anything more was usually just for the fun of it, as well as the honor of showcasing my claims before the tribe. There was no tribe to showcase to in this room, other than Nen-Le, and the few humans that were averting their eyes from me. So, why? Why did I feel like there was an emptiness that could only be filled if I returned to Riley’s touch?
The rut should be fine with her come circulating my system, the evidence was clear with my healing injuries. I still felt sore from my damaged glands, but other than feeling an ache I’d never had before, I felt better than before I was fried by the restraints. The words I said in my delirium haunted me, mate.
My Pulsunne, song of my heart.
