Page 31 of My Alien Bughead
Another drop of pre-cum drips from D’Aakh’s cock and splatters on the tunnel floor, the sound obscenely loud in the otherwise silent tunnel, interrupted only by our strained breathing.
“Don’t?” I ask, hoping he might elaborate on what I’m not supposed to be doing. His hand is still preventing me from standing up, keeping me on the ground in front of him as if I’m about to give him a blowjob. Was I about to give him a blowjob?
“Don’t go,” he rasps, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “You can touch me. Touch me, Lucía.”
The way he wraps his alien tongue around my name has me shivering involuntarily. Shifting my weight, I try to ignore my aching calves but it’s no good. “Fine, but lie down,” I order. “My legs hurt, and I’m getting a crick in my neck from looking up at you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he half teases half chokes out. In a lightning-quick motion, he strips off the FrenCorp coveralls he stole from god knows where and lies down on the uneven floor.
There must be at least a dozen stones digging into various parts of his body but he doesn’t seem to care. I might be a meanbitch but I’m kind of liking the idea of him being uncomfortable. After all, he’s been a dick to me for days.
His cock twists and curls as if trying to reach for me. I watch it moving in complete fascination before finally sitting down on his naked thighs. D’Aakh grunts and shifts, a rock probably digging into his ass. “Quiet,” I shush him, positively drunk on the power I have over him right now.
Clenching his fists and being a good soldier, D’Aakh obeys my command, limiting himself to breathy moans and whimpers as I run my finger down the length of his cock.
“Marvelous.” The top side is covered in overlapping chitin scales that normally protect the organ when it is flaccid. Now, however, they barely cover a portion of him. They’re somewhat flexible and I bet the ridges between them would feel amazing inside my pussy.
The bottom side of D’Aakh’s cock is smooth, with several thick veins throbbing just under his skin. I trail one of them up to the head of his cock, pausing to admire the ring of barbs just underneath the head. They’re lying flat now, nothing but little bumps used to amplify the female’s pleasure. If I didn’t know what they could do, I’d dismiss them as unimportant. Having read about them, though, I tickle them with my fingers, seeing if I can get them to expand.
D’Aakh whimpers in what could either be absolute pleasure or total agony. Or both. He doesn’t stop me, though, and judging by the steady stream of pre-cum dripping onto my hands, I’d say he’s enjoying himself.
I should stop. There are much more important things we should be dealing with right now. Explosions, corporate wars, the threat of imminent death. But despite all of that, or maybe because of it, my need for D’Aakh’s cock grows stronger.
After all, the galactic sex candy store just made a special delivery right to my door. I won’t refuse the goodies justbecause two mega-rich corporations decided to wage war over the floating piece of rock I happen to live on. I’m going to enjoy every last bit of this exceptional candy in front of me.ThenI’m going to deal with two mega-rich corporations waging war over the floating piece of rock I live on.
Satisfied with my reasoning, I grab D’Aakh’s cock with both hands, tightening my grip as I work him up and down. The chitin scales feel bumpy against my palms and I can’t wait to experience having them inside.
“Lucía…” D’Aakh moans my name like a prayer. “Please…”
Standing up, I grin at the sound of his desperate groaning whimper. “What?” I tease. “Do you think you’ve earned the right to finish inside my pussy, eh? What makes you think I won’t just leave you down here, forever unsatisfied? And,” I smack away his hand that has been stealthily sneaking toward his weeping cock, “don’t you dare touch yourself. This cock is mine and I decide what happens to it.”
“Oh, galaxies,” he groans. His nails scraping against the tunnel floor as he tries to grab onto something.
“Mhm. Galaxies.” My chuckle is a little breathless as I quickly shed my own clothes under his hungry gaze. “No touching,” I warn him before sitting astride his thighs once again.
D’Aakh whines. “But why?”
“Because you’ve been a bad boy. Also, because your fingers are a mess.” We’re both covered in dust, which is hardly a hygienic prerequisite to having sex but aside from that, his fingers are bleeding in several places and some of his nails are torn or chipped. I want to have fun, not deal with lacerations or infection in my most sensitive places.
“I was looking for you.” His eyes are closed. A single tear escapes, making a wet trail through the dirt on his face. “Digging through the rubble. I thought… I can’t lose you, Lucía. Not you too.”
His heartfelt declaration steals the breath from my lungs. I picture him desperately digging, clawing at rock and wreckage, calling my name. I’d heard him. Even trapped under all of that rubble, I’d heard him call out to me. It was the sound of pure anguish and despair.
“Ssh.” I shift forward and kiss his lips. It was supposed to be a soft, innocent kiss. Something to comfort and reassure but of course, since we’re both naked and horny as hell, it’s turned instantly passionate. Desperate. Hungry.
His cock, trapped between our bodies, moves, wriggling around as it searches for an entrance into my body. D’Aakh’s arms wrap around me, crushing me against his chest and ensuring I can’t move an inch.
“Hey!” I lightly nip at his lip and mock-glare. “I said no touching!”
Groaning, D’Aakh releases me and goes back to gouging the tunnel floor. “Why do I get the feeling you enjoy tormenting me?” he grumbles.
“Because I do? And,” I reach between our bodies to grab his cock, “it feels like you enjoy being tormented. Now, I really want to fuck you. But…can you not do that barb thingy? I really want to try it sometime but this might not be the time to be stuck together for hours. You know, since we’re trapped in this tunnel and should be searching for a way out. Not to mention, the million other problems we have.”
D’Aakh frowns. “The barb fusion? I wouldn’t do that without your consent. It’s…it’s something that’s only reserved for mates that we wish to bond with.”
“Huh. O’Kko must be serious with lots of mates, then.”
D’Aakh rolls his eyes. “O’Kko is a porn star. Most of it is just playacting. And just how do you know so much about O’Kko and Krestilian anatomy?”
