Page 36 of Invasion of Sorority Z

As the next day comes to a close, Marrec and I have only gotten closer. Physically and emotionally, we just fit. So it’s time that I figure out if wefitfit.

If I’m honest, it’s no surprise that I’m going to ask him to fuck me tonight. There isn’t a more polite way to put it, really. I’m ready to try out the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. A dick that would typically scare the shit out of me, but on Marrec? It’s hardly nerve wracking.

He’s just so damn sweet and I know he would never hurt me, not by choice. So yeah, I’ve been thinking about asking him all day, and I’m going to do it. Now I just have to cough up the freaking words.

“Your face is red,” Drak tells me, dryly pointing it out like a strange fact.

All of the alien eyes in the room turn to me, and I’m sure my face only turns more red. While they’ve been quietly discussing some science space travel stuff that I don’t understand, I’ve been daydreaming about broaching the sex topic with Marrec. Thinking vividly enough to make my face warm apparently. With five grown alien men here to see.

All of the girls are back at the house, just a short walk away from the ship, but by themselves. Drak assured us all that Anna was a fierce enough warrior to stand guard on her own. Her smile was as wide as I’ve ever seen it, eyes bright with joy as she heard the words.

My agreeing only made her happier. She can handle her own, and worst come to worst, the guys are all super close by. So at the very least, the girls aren’t here to call me out for blushing so hard that Drak of all people points it out.

“Are you fevered, my Stee-vee?” Marrec asks worriedly, turning on our couch to cup my face in his hands.

“I’m not sick,” I babble, the words coming out lightning fast.

“You are warm,” he argues, looking down at me intently. “Your cheeks pink very often, but they are much more red now. What ails you?”

“Nothing ails me,” I groan, starting to get embarrassed as his friends examine us like they are searching for a problem to solve swiftly.It’s cute, but dammit, time and place, boys!“I’m fine.”

“I will put the mender band around your head if you do not tell me,” he threatens without anger, only pure worry.

“I don’t need the mender band, Marrec.” I look at his friends and swallow hard. “I was just thinking about stuff,” I whisper. Clearing my throat, I quietly add, “Mate stuff.”

He frowns. “And it is making you sick? Why is your voice volume disappearing?”

“I’m not sick.” I huff. “I thought you said you could smell my emotions or something. Now might be a good time for that, big guy.”

Technically he didn’t exactlytellme this, but it’s been heavily implied. He reads me like a book, and I swear he’s more perceptive about what I’m feeling when his face is near my neck. His instincts pick up on a lot, but his inhumanly developed sense of smell is certainly a factor too.

His face contorts with confusion, but he doesn’t hesitate to lean in and press his nose to my neck. Half a breath later, he’s retracting back with dilated eyes and the soul seed in his chest burning brighter.

“We must leave,” he gruffly tells his buddies, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me from the couch. “Do not disturb us. My mate is in need.”

I squeak and bury my face into his chest to hide while Drak chuckles in amusement. “Why would you tell them that?” I protest, rightly embarrassed.

“Should I not?” He continues to walk us through the ship but rubs my back as if to reassure me that there is nothing to be ashamed of or to hide. “They will understand. Matehood is sacred to us, my blossom. It is not hidden. Do you wish to hide your need for me?”

“Humans are usually more discreet,” I explain, lifting my head to meet his eyes. “I don’t want to hide how much I like you or anything, I’m just not used to how open you guys are. I’ll adapt.” And I mean it.

It’s a pure friendship they have. If it was a human man proclaiming to his buddies that we were about to hook up, I would be angry. Mostly because his buddies would more than likely be disrespectful about it or have disrespectful thoughts at least. The Aprixian guys aren’t like that. From what I can tell, they view me as a sister since Marrec has become my mate. They care for me too much to judge me or think about me in an inappropriate way.

So yeah, why not get comfortable with their openness. It’s sort of beautiful.

“I want you to be inside me,” I tell him as his bedroom door slides open, growing bolder with my words. “That’s what I was thinking about. Your cock driving into my cunt for the first time.”

A full shudder rolls through him. “My mate,” he breathes, holding me tighter. “You are all of my heart. Your enticing thoughts make my mind blurry and my cock swell. Are you sure you wish to mate? I am a patient male, I do not desire to push you—”

“I’m sure,” I interrupt. “We’re wearing too many clothes, and you need to kiss me.” Before I can addplease, his mouth crushes against mine.

We tumble together, hands pulling at clothes, tongues twisting, and breaths mingling. Time becomes foggy until we’re entirely naked, feverishly kissing on the bed, Marrec’s body caging mine to the sheets. His hand drops down to my pussy, swiping gentle fingers through my heat.

“It’s yours,” I croak. “I want you to have it—have me, Marrec.”

A pained groan leaves him and his cock throbs, leaking precum from the tip. His shape is very similar to human anatomy but it’s distinctly larger. I’m not sure whether Aprixians are born with foreskin, but he doesn’t have it if they are. He’s smooth but textured with some dark veins, and he’s thick. He’s entirely hairless too, balls included. I know it’s heavy just by looking at it. It’s going to be a tight fit, butdamnI want it.

He kisses me harder and peppers my neck with his lips, continuing to slowly pet me between my legs.

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