Page 53 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid
He collapsed back onto his elbows as though he couldn’t bear his weight, his thighs tense as she pumped him slowly, letting him adjust to the newness of the sensation.
“Cordelia.” He begged again, his hips thrusting unevenly at her hand.
“You want more?”
He let out another of those alien whines, nodding as his tail slapped the water. She settled back onto her heels, working him faster.
His cock wasn’tsodifferent from a human man’s. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it seemed to be the same shade of lavender as the rest of him. Instead of a single mushroom shape at the top of his cock, there were two thick ridges beneath the head, and an odd bulge near the base that she could already imagine stretching her as he bottomed out. Oh, and it wasglowing. The bulbous head was neon purple, just like the rest of his luminescent spots. Progressively smaller spots of light trailed down the considerable length of him. He was well-endowed, but not frighteningly so. She didn’t see testicles beneath his shaft, so she guessed they were internal.
His head fell back, but his glowing green eyes stayed on her with singular focus as he began to pant. He looked like a demon with his lashing tail and his curling horns. All that corded muscle on his body rippled restlessly as she pleasured him.
Drunk on the power and helpless to stop herself, she held the base of his cock and lowered her head, dragging her tongue up his shaft. He gasped, his hips jerking, sliding his cock over her lips. She pulled back with a huffed laugh, narrowly keeping him from poking her eye out.
“Stay still,” she chided.
“Sorry.” He went unearthly still, except for the rise and fall of his chest. Even the twitching of his tail ceased.
When she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, he actually whimpered. His tail reached for her, and he snatched it in one hand, forcing it back down into the water.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “Please.”
She hummed around him as though she was considering it, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His uninhibited pleasure was getting to her. She was slick between her thighs, maybe wetter than she’d been in her life. No man had ever been so responsive, so appreciative. She took him deeper, working him with her hands and her mouth, swirling her tongue on the underside of his cock with every bob of her head.
The tension in his body ratcheted, little sounds escaping him with greater and greater frequency, and he looked down at her with adoration that made her heart break.
“Cordelia,” he groaned, breaking her name into its syllables. A great shudder passed over him.
She pulled back at the first pulse of his cock, moving just fast enough to aim the tip at her bare breasts. Rentir cried out as cum lashed across them in a great stroke, and she was stunned to realize that even his seed glowed purple. It was fainter than his markings, the color less saturated, but it was unmistakably fluorescent. She kept pumping him as he came hard, spurting again and again over her breasts until she was painted with his glowing cum. To her surprise, his cock seemed to be growing in size rather than going limp.
She watched in amazement as the twin bulges near the base of his shaft doubled in size. It pulsed hard in her hand, expanding until she was squeezing her thighs together, imagining what it would feel like to have it lodged inside her.
“What is this?” she murmured.
“My knot,” he panted. Somehow, he heard her even over the patter of the rain.
“You have aknot?”
“Of course. Is that… is that strange?” His expression shifted from heavenly bliss to insecurity.
“No,” she said, squeezing him with gentle pressure. “You’re perfect.”
His growing uneasiness subsided, and he flashed her a languid grin that revealed his pointed teeth. Already, the sight didn’t perturb her as it once had.
Rentir caught her hand in his own and dragged it to his mouth, pressing kisses over the back of her knuckles.
“Thank you,” he rasped, nuzzling the back of her hand. “That was incredible. You are… beyond all description. Thank you.”
He used her hand to pull her into him, settling her between his legs as she had been in the tree the night before. His purring was so intense that it rattled her ribs. What was it about that sound that teased all the tension out of her muscles?
She looked down at her breasts, at the glowing lines of cum that painted them. One of her nipples was shining like a nightlight. The sight made her laugh.
“What’s funny?” His lips brushed the curve of her ear as he murmured to her.
“I’m covered in glowing jizz,” she said in a droll tone, swiping a glob off her breast and flicking it away. The rain was diluting it, but whatever his semen was made of was thick enough to resist being easily rinsed.
“Don’t,” he said, grabbing her hand. “Leave it.” His cheek rubbed over hers like he was a cat claiming his territory.
“I can’t leave it, Rentir.” Her words were stern, but she was grinning at the absurdity of the situation. “Human women do not walk around covered in dried, glowing cum.”
