Page 105 of Invasive Species
He presses in again, three fingers quickly joined by a fourth, and he starts to open them, pushing and relaxing in pulses. I can't help rising with each beat, searching for more friction, groaning and gasping with pleasure, shouting out in English and in Welsh. “More. Myw. Gara, myw!”
“Come, my love.” Gara's voice shakes. “Come for me.” His thrusts get faster and faster in time with my racing heartbeat, and he fills me so much. Nearly. Close.
I tip over the edge, walls quivering around his fingers. Second orgasm. My alien scientist immediately drops his head to lap at my folds. It's too much, and I screw my fingers in his hair like reining in a galloping horse.
His warm tongue turns soothing, healing, refreshing, sending tingles across my nerves. My shakes ease off, relaxing into his touch.
Gara sits up, unbuckling his pants. “Do not be alarmed,” he says as he tugs his belt open.
“Why would I?—”
Oh. Shit.
His fore cock is achingly erect, heavy scaled head flared, but it’s his knotting cock that has my jaw dropping. The knot has swollen to twice the thickness. His scales stretch over it so much, they’re cracked, green edges mismatched.
I gasp. “Are you okay? What’s happening?”
“I’m well, but I’ll explain once I administer the treatment.”
Lifting my hand to his chest as firmly as I can, I put on my firmest scowl. I trust Gara with my body, heart and soul, but he’s far too quick to throw himself in harm’s way for me.
He halts, and I scowl at him. “You’d better explain.”
His lips quirk in a smile. “Knotting you will reduce my symptoms as well. May I continue?”
That smile. He’ll get away with anything when he flashes me that look. “Well, when you put it like that?—”
Tilting my jaw up with a finger, Gara captures my lips with his own, crawling up my body, his reassuring weight poised above me. I open my legs and his fore cock slides inside, flared head gliding into my entrance, the knotting cock gathering against my backside. The pressure strums through me like a chord, and shrink back against the moss. My brain fizzes with fireworks going off in all directions.
He thrusts and I gasp. He glances at my face, calculating, and holds my gaze as he eases back, then forward again. The head of his fore cock inches slowly deeper and deeper, pressure building as he works his way inside.
I stop breathing.
His tongue flickers out, tantalizing and taunting. “Relax, Arra-bellah. You are safe with me.”
I am. I’m safe with him in all ways, he even accepts my rocketing brain the way it is.
Taking a shuddering breath, I surrender. Gara groans, eyes closing as he goes even deeper, knotting cock warm against my ass. I guess it can bend and squish while it’s not being used, because Gara doesn’t seem to mind it being bent like a pretzel.
And then the flared ridges of his fore cock pulse, strumming my g spot.
“Fuck! Gara,” I shout, and probably more nonsense along those lines, every nerve on fire. He's set me ablaze, energy coursing through me, atoms firing off like a nuclear reactor to ricochet through me. “Gara!”
He holds still as I shake to my third climax, then withdraws. I whimper at the loss of the full feeling; it was getting close to what I needed, him inside me, part of me.
He stands and gently lifts me to my knees, and I drag my shaking legs underneath me to hold my own weight. I don't feel sick at all. Instead, I’m needy, floating from all these orgasms, trembling from the sensations shooting across my skin and from my stretched pussy.
But judging from how erect his top cock is, he hasn’t come yet. He has to be in agony, and I'm at just the right height, kneeling at Gara’s feet.
I slide my lips over the head, tasting our mingled salt as I devour his cock. Gara shouts, fingers combing into my hair as if to get a purchase, and I suck him deeply. He's so big I can't get him down my throat, but I can try, greedily gulping him, saliva trickling down my jaw. His hands tremble, and I grin around his width: the unflappable Gara, flapped.
“Arra-bellah,” he groans. “I don't want to stop you, but I have to knot you.”
I hold up a finger to say give me a minute, and he takes my hand. “Arra-bellah, listen to me,” he says sternly, and bugger me if that isn't a new kink unlocked.
I pull my lips off him with a pop. “I could totally take orders from you, lover.”
His eyes flash. “Then take my knot, now,” he growls. “If that's acceptable?”
