Page 32 of My Alien Bughead
“I watch porn.” My eyes pierce D’Aakh with a firm glare. “I’m a big girl with needs and I’m not ashamed of it. I masturbate. I have sex with males.” That earns me a furious growl from D’Aakh, which only incites me to tease him further. “All kinds of males. Syndorans, Lakhartans, Karetelans… I think the Lakhartan cock was the best so far. Ataxi would be awesome too, if they weren’t such mindless brutes.”
His cock jerks, nearly escaping my grip, and his nails scrape against the floor. “Fuck… Please, Lucía. I need you,” he begs breathlessly, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Ever. “Are you going to fuck me or continue tormenting me by talking about other males while we’re naked together?”
“Hmm. I’m not s—”
I can almost hear his impressive self-control finally snap. “Oh, shut the fuck up already,” he growls and grabs my hips.
I fancy myself a strong woman, but I’m nothing compared to D’Aakh. Nothing. He manhandles me like a doll, guiding my hips over him, his cock sliding between my pussy lips until it finds my opening. Then he brings me down, shoving his whole glorious length inside of me at once.
Crying out as the pleasure surges through me, my orgasm catches me completely unprepared. I clench around D’Aakh’s cock, squeezing so tightly he groans, my body shuddering in the rhythm of the powerful pulsation between my legs.
D’Aakh doesn’t move inside me, his hands travel up my body instead. He weighs my breasts in his hands, then teases my nipples. Now it’s me who’s reduced to nothing but a moaning, whimpering mess.
Once the strongest waves of my orgasm subside, D’Aakh grabs my hips again and lifts me up with admirable ease.
I’m not thin or willowy by any sense of the words. My weight is not measured in soft, sexy curves but in hardened muscles instead. I’m a physically strong woman with “curves” in all the“wrong” places, like on my biceps and thighs. Personally, I’ve never had a problem with it. My body is my body and I love every part of it. If a male ever made a crude comment about my arms being thicker than his? The best he could hope for was a chance to quietly leave my bedroom. If he kept at it, he got his ass kicked.
D’Aakh doesn’t seem to mind the shape of my body from what I can gather by the grunting sounds of his approval. He kneads my firm thighs eagerly before moving his hands back up to my hips.
Leaning into his chest for support, I give D’Aakh control because my brain is currently out of order. I’d suspected the chitin scales on top of his cock would feel good, but seriously? Those chitin scales? Fucking amazing!
What’s even better is the feeling of D’Aakh’s cockmovinginside of me. Like, not just sliding back and forth through my channel like a normal, well-behaved cock would but actually moving, curling, twirling, and straightening like one of those fancy battery operated sex toys back on Earth, teasing sensitive spots inside my pussy that even I didn’t know existed.
“Fuck, yes!” I cry out as D’Aakh hits a particularly mind-shattering spot. He grinds our hips together, his powerful grip preventing me from altering our position. The only thing still in motion is his cock, the tip of it assaulting that particular spot over and over until stars explode in my vision for the second time.
As I clamp down on his cock, D’Aakh groans. Several rough, animalistic strokes later, he stills, his cock pulsating inside of me as he reaches his own orgasm.
“Fuck…”
Collapsing onto his chest fully, I’m panting and unable to utter a sound. D’Aakh’s heart is right beneath my ear, beating so fast it threatens to burst through his sternum. Mine is the same.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me in a gentle embrace. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree. “It was.” Neither of us has words to describe the life-altering experience.
Groaning, D’Aakh shifts his hips. The motion sending more shivers of pleasure through me. “Fuck. I swear this rock I’m lying on is about to penetrate my ass.”
A drunken giggle escapes me. “That sounds so hot. Let’s do that next time.”
He smacks my ass. “You know,zeeva, sometimes I don’t know whether to kiss you or strangle you.”
“I feel exactly the same.” I sigh. It seems the only area we’re compatible in is sex.
I don’t want to break the spell just yet, but there’s a million questions whirling in my mind and I need to ask at least one. Mainly because, despite pretending to be all casual and carefree about what just happened, I feel very vulnerable now. “Back on the ship, when we kissed… You looked at me like…” Like he was disgusted by my mere presence. I don’t say that out loud because even thinking about it has me tensing up. If he gives me that look again, right after we’ve just fucked and while his cock still inquisitively explores the inside my pussy, it will hurt. Him. Because this time, I will definitely bash his head in.
He’s quiet and I get the feeling he’d rather not be having this conversation. Well, bad luck, because we are having it and if the only way to get him to talk about his feelings is to fuck him, then I shall sacrifice myself and fuck him over and over until he tells me what’s going on with him.
“D’Aakh?” I nudge his chest when he doesn’t reply. “Will you tell me what happened?”
Chapter 20
D’Aakh
Lucía is waiting foran answer and I… I don’t know what to say. I want to tell her everything but it hurts so much. Then again, I deserve the pain, and I’ll be gone soon. Isn’t it good to confess to your sins before you die? So that your soul can move on unburdened or some karli crap like that?
I’m not sure if I have a soul. I’m not even sure if there’s an afterlife. What I am sure about, however, is that my life will end soon. I can already feel the tremors running through my body, and it’s not the good kind of tremors like when I came in Lucía’stight, hot pussy. It’s the “I need my drug, NOW!” kind of tremors and they’re only going to get worse, fast.
I might as well bare my non-existent soul in front of Lucía while I still have some cognitive abilities.
