Page 16 of Her Alien Beast
“I was angry with you. Last night when you came to my room, you were so nice to me, until the very end when you snapped at me and locked me in. I-I had thought we were getting along well. I mean, we had an enjoyable conversation over dinner, but then you seemed angry with me. So, I…” My voice trails off. The truth is that I like Vlann, very much. My attraction to him is fierce, animalistic. It’s as if my body suddenly has a mind of its own. Whenever I’m in his presence, I become achy between my thighs. But it’s more than a physical attraction, because I also crave his attention and his approval. When he’s kind to me, I soak up his gentleness and his praise as if I’m starved for it, and maybe I am. The truth is, I ran because I was scared.
“Shh…” he murmurs, and I’m startled to realize I’ve started crying again. He lifts me up and seats me in his lap. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly. I don’t resist. Instead, I bury my head under his chin and revel in the closeness.
But even though my punishment is apparently over, and even though I no longer sense the waves of anger radiating off him, I find myself crying harder. Because his embrace feels like home, his arms the sweetest refuge. It’s as though I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet Vlann, and I don’t understand it.
What’s happening to me? Maybe I really am broken, if I’m falling in love with a complete stranger after only knowing him for two freaking days. Yes, love. The warmth filling my chest could only be that.
“Shh, little human.” He strokes my hair until my sobs gradually fade away.
When I pull back, our eyes lock, and somehow, it’s the longest moment of my life. Or perhaps it’s only that I’m certain the world has stopped spinning.
He’s going to kiss me, I realize, heart pounding faster.
And he does.
Vlann leans down and captures my lips, tenderly at first, tasting and exploring while holding my tear-streaked face lightly between his large hands. A tremor of arousal courses through my entire body, and I feel the hardness swelling in his pants underneath my sore bottom. I return the kiss as rampant desire sweeps through me, a longing unlike anything I’ve ever known.
As he deepens the kiss, I shift on his lap, feeling the immense size of his cock in his pants. A nervous tremor races through me. Just how large is a Kaxxloran, anyway? I shudder, even as I keep moving upon his lap, shifting as I rub my center over the increasing hardness. My movements cause my sore, punished bottom to rub against his pants, reinvigorating the sting, but somehow this extra pain only enhances the primal hunger building within me.
“Amira,” he whispers my name after breaking the kiss. His eyes gleam bright and blue in the overhead lights, his hair pitch black and smooth. His face appears greener than usual, and I wonder if it’s the Kaxxloran version of blushing. God, I hope so.
My aching increases and I long to be filled up by his hugeness and loved to completion.
As he guides me down onto the bed, I don’t resist. Reaching out, I pull Vlann closer, and he growls as he presses against my center. When I eye his pants, he seems to read my thoughts, because he stands up. Holding my gaze, he slips the black leather belt off first, taking his time.The next time you attempt escape, little human, I’ll be taking my belt to you. His threat returns to me now, and I shiver at the thought, partly from fear and partly from excitement.
As he sheds his pants, I toss my shirt to the floor. The cool air rushes over my hardening nipples and my breasts ache with the need to be touched. He stares at me with darkened eyes, his need bulging forth from between his muscular thighs.
He’s larger than I would have ever imagined, and my God, he’s a work of art. I stare at his cock openly, curiously, and he stands still while I ogle him, a slight smile curving his lips.
“Like what you see, little human?”
I flush, though I don’t answer. But Idolike what I see. His cock is long and thick, a darker shade of green than the rest of him. It appears armored, though the pattern of armor covering it appears different, almost translucent against the darker green beneath.
My pussy spasms.
Vlann is going to fuck me with his huge Kaxxloran cock. I lay back on the bed and part my thighs, feeling the wetness escape my folds with my movements. I’m throbbing and quivering and I need him inside me right now.
He settles over me, skin to skin, and works at my nipples, sucking and pinching until they’re as hard as the male appendage prodding against my aching entrance. He drags his teeth over my skin with so much force that I almost worry he’s going to bite me, though he doesn’t pierce my skin.
The tip of his cock nudges between my folds, exploring through the gathering moisture. I arch my back, inviting his entrance. When he lingers too long without pushing inside, I moan in desperation.
Without warning, he pulls away from my nipple, pierces me with a dark, feral look, and plunges deep in a movement so swift that the headboard rattles against the wall, a noise as violent as my desire to be claimed by him.
Bracing myself for his thrusts, I arch my back and lift my center, permitting him deeper entry. He fills me up, satisfies the aching, quenches the thirst, and builds me up to territories previously unfamiliar.
I moan, low in my throat, writhing and meeting his fervent rhythm. Already, my body is gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, though Vlann doesn’t appear to be sweating. Vaguely, I wonder if Kaxxlorans are capable of sweating through their rough exteriors. I run my hands up and down his hard back, marveling at the feel of his armored skin that is surprisingly smooth to the touch.
“You were a naughty little human,” he whispers in my ear, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The rapid thrusts feel like punishment and absolution, wrapped in one.
As he continues pummeling me harder and harder, I’m suddenly catapulted into the stars, riding waves of pulsing energy. I cry out my release and feel Vlann’s rigid thickness swelling larger inside me.
He meets my eyes and grips my hips, then his expression changes entirely. He looks as though he’s in pain, but the growls emanating from his throat tell me otherwise. In the next moment, I feel the warmth of his seed filling me.
