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I don’t know what to say. Do I say no? I don’t want to say no. I don’t want to say anything. A little nod of my head is all the encouragement it takes as he reaches down and pulls my hips up, the buoyancy of the water keeping me afloat as he begins to devour me.

His tongue is between my thighs, long and sinuous, with far more physical alacrity than any human organ. I feel the length of it ripple across my lower lips, my sex responding to the heat of that wet muscle, which is exploring me now with a gentle but skilled touch.

I have no choice but to surrender. I am exhausted. It has been an incomprehensible day and now my body is in the grasp of this creature who seems to know precisely how to work my responses. My flesh is his to mold, my head spinning as he builds a slow pleasure between my legs, the tip of his tongue working around the bud of my clit with a careful touch, avoiding the very sensitive spot but sliding close, building anticipation of that moment when he will claim my sex fully.

“Oh, my god!”

I reach down and grab at him, find his hair thick and wiry beneath my fingers as I arch my thighs back and snug my bottom closer to his face. His tongue swipes across my clit and then circles around to rub against the bud with a warm bathing motion, sending heat coursing through my sex and the rest of my body besides.

His massive hands keep my hips in their grip, stilling me so I can no longer writhe, no longer control what happens to me. The tip of his tongue teases my clit a few more times, then slips down toward the entrance of my body. God. It has been too long since I got laid. Years. A relentless focus on career got me into space control, but it didn’t get me anything else.

I feel my inner lips parting as his tongue flickers inside me, the tip tasting the depths of me with a quick motion that brings a gasping breath from me. I know he is testing me, seeing what works, what gets a response. He is careful and methodical, even as he drives me to mindless distraction, a state of arousal that makes my thoughts start to cloud over and leaves no room for rationality whatsoever.

Again his tongue snakes inside me, going deeper this time, making a firmer, bolder entrance. Was he afraid he’d hurt me? There is no pain as it pushes in, curling up to find the little spot on the front wall, the part of a woman long denied to even exist.

A full body tremor runs through me as he finds that gland unerringly and starts to work it. His nose is rubbing against my clit, the hard bridge of that part of his face giving me something to grind against as he makes a meal of me.

I am spiraling into orgasm. I’ve never had one this fast, or this physically demanding. It feels as though energy is being pulled from every part of me, my toes curling, my fingers clenching, my head falling back as I pant and moan and cry out, riding his face and the waves of pleasure he is unleashing from that secret spot inside me that could have gone undiscovered all my life.

A hot wash of fluid accompanies the climax. It bathes my thighs and makes him wet too, but he is not done with me. He withdraws, only for a moment, then plunges back inside, tongue fucking me with hard strokes of that part of him that is as thick and powerful as any human male’s cock. It is incredible, the talent his body has for rigid inflation. The same tongue that was a teasing, curling soft intrusion now becomes a rod spearing inside me, thrusting as I shriek with pleasure.

Locked in his grasp, I take my tongue-fucking. I am flesh to be taken, to be conquered. I am his. My body responds to him as it has never responded to a man before, my senses entirely focused on him and what he is doing to me before they overload and leave me an incoherent writhing wailing waif in his arms.

“Oh, my god,” I mumble, looking down at myself. My sex is wet and messy, my pussy lips swollen, red, and gleaming. I look like I’ve been fucked long and hard, and all he used on me was his mouth.

“I am going to enjoy you, little human,” he drawls, his voice thick with what I think must be desire. “You do not have the same capacities as our species, but you do have a remarkable set of genitals, and your responses are very gratifying.”

Gratified. Is that what I’m feeling?

He pulls me up into his arms, cradles me against his massive muscular chest. I shouldn’t feel safe, because there is nothing safe about this creature who has abducted me from my planet and refuses to return me. He is an invader. He is a monster. He is everything I should be fighting against.

I don’t know if I can do it. I am so small. He is so large. And he has already proven easy mastery of my body. I curl up against him, close my eyes, and try to force myself to dream of the one thing that seems so wildly unnatural in this moment of perfect closeness: escape.

Chapter Four

Talon

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