Page 85 of Earth Girls are Easy… To Dominate
CHAPTER SEVEN
Zahra
I wake to something warm against my cheek. Confusion makes me remain still while I wake up. Where am I? I open my eyes and memories flood back in from the night before.
The club, the seven-foot hunk, then the ship… He’s an alien. Aliens are fucking real and he is here with me. Our government confessed that aliens were a thing, and now here is one that wants to take me home with him.
I’m laying on his chest as it rises slowly with his sleeping breath rising every so often. So fucking perfect, is what he is. The beautiful purple skin of his is taut with muscles. His body is hard against mine.
I move my leg and bump against something hard. Is that his cock? I freeze and then dare a glance upward to find his face. His eyes are closed and he’s still sleeping.
I lay as still as I can, doing my best to keep my breathing even as I think over everything that was said. Doing my best to make sense of all that has happened. Unfortunately, my brain is fuzzy and I can’t tell what was real and what the alcohol may have helped blow way out of proportion.
The alcohol may be out of my system, but my brain still hums with the aftereffects of too much consumption. It makes thinking so fucking hard right now and then the fact that I am laying on this man’s chest. His cock is hard against my thigh. My brain reacts like a live wire firing off and it’s short circuiting.
He’s fast asleep, and I am curious as fuck. He’s naked and I want to see what is different about this alien man compared to normal human men. I mean, he has scales for fuck’s sake. I thought those were fake, but now… He’s a goddamn alien.
I lift the edge of the cover. It’s so soft against my skin. Probably one of the softest things I’ve ever felt in my life. My gaze lowers beneath the covers, and that’s when I see it.
The monster of a cock.
It’s huge. So thick. Thicker than any normal human being. It’s at least nine inches, maybe more. The veins on it are pronounced far more than anything I’ve ever seen, giving it a unique texture. Speaking of textures… It has dot-like waves along the bottom section and a knot that protrudes outwards about two inches from the bottom. The tip has extra skin covering the top, but not much. As hard as he is, the skin’s pulled tight, and the tip has an angle to it like it’s made for optimal insertion.
It’s a deeper purple than his skin. And the differences are astounding. He is nothing like a human. While my pussy aches to have him inside of me, it also wants to run so far away from this man. Will it hurt? Can he even fit inside of me?
The questions continue to pour through my mind as I stare at this man’s cock. This alien’s cock. What the hell is even happening right now?
Nothing in my mind should want this, but everything in it actually does. I want to sleep with this man. It’s not just the alcohol talking anymore and everything to do with this man in general. He’s been kind, open, and despite mymisunderstanding that he was being serious about things that I didn’t understand… Well, I still want to see where this may go.
What I do next makes me want to plead insanity, but instead I just keep moving as I straddle his wide hips. His cock brushes along my slit and I can’t help but to grind down on top of him. Brushing his length with my pussy.
He stirs and I grind my hips again. Hoping he will wake up and fuck me the way I need. I want to see what it feels like as he sinks inside of me. So when hands find my hips and the world spins as he flips me to my back and towers over me, I can’t help the squeak of surprise or the flood of desire that overwhelms me.
“Zahra,” Drainok breathes against my neck. “Can I fill that pussy of yours?”
His words stir something deep within me. His voice is a growly alpha type that makes me melt into a puddle beneath him. My friends would murder me if they knew where I was and what I was about to do. An alien? Nope. Ah, well. Fuck it.
“Please,” I practically whine with need.
My pussy throbs as he reaches between us and lines his tip up. He enters me slowly. Taking his time to let me adjust to his size as he goes. The stretch is nearly too much. It borderline hurts, but I just breathe slowly and let my body do exactly what I expect it to and stretch around him.
Every ridge, vein, throbbing bump along his cock can be felt along my inner walls as they enter me. It’s so much of an overload of input from somewhere already sensitive that it makes me cum before he even bottoms out.
I moan and shiver as the heat pools and slicks his way to enter me further. It’s tantalizing and perfect. Even with the extra lubrication of my orgasm, Drainok takes his time to enter me fully. It isn’t until he reaches the swollen knot area at the bottom of his cock that he freezes and then pulls outwards again.
“Such a good girl you are, Dravexil.” His growl fills me with so much desire and heat as he moves within me. “Taking every single inch of me. I can’t wait to fill you with my knot. To make you take every drop of what I give you.”
Shit. He isn’t wearing a condom. Can he get me pregnant? Knot me? Does he mean like those fantasy books I’ve seen that the male literally locks inside of the female and can’t move? Oh, fuck. What have I gotten myself into?
Despite the thoughts, I don’t stop him. It feels so fucking good and my eyes practically roll backwards as he fucks me into the bed. My body arching upwards just for him.
He rolls his hips and adjusts slightly forward so his cock is hitting a different angle and I melt. I’m no longer an active participant in this and more of a pillow princess taking what he gives me. The very world spins and he is the center of the universe. Every sense of my body begs for more from him and I’m helpless to stop it.
He smells of masculinity filled sex, mangoes, and sinful delight. It makes my mouth water and I lean up to take his mouth with mine. Kissing him. His tongue slips past my lips and a moan escapes my throat to be swallowed by his. He tastes so much better than I imagined and I can’t help but to crave more from him.
He breaks the kiss and nibbles down my neck. The shirt I’m wearing only irritates me as it blocks his access. I reach between us and tug it off before tossing it to the side. Letting my breasts hang free of the fabric. Drainok stops moving and stares down at me. Looking over every inch. I squirm against him, wanting him to fuck me some more.
“So fucking beautiful, Dravexil.”
