Page 46 of Whisked Away By the Alien

Her hand, small and delicate compared to mine, wraps around my mating cock. No female has ever touched me there. A zyanthan woman ignores a male’s mating cock, knowing she can do nothing to arouse it unless she’s his sholani.

Simply thinking of Golda makes me hard with both cocks. I’ve never used both. I’m suddenly nervous. While I’m experienced in using my pleasure cock, my mating cock has laid dormant all these years. What if how I use my upper cock, which is longer and thicker, is not as simple as other males have said and I fail to please her?

Now I understand why she’s struggling to get used to the idea of two cocks. I am, too.

“This is the first time anyone’s touched my mating cock.”

“You mean you never… I mean, even when you’re alone and needy?”

“The mating cock only rises for a male’s sholani.”

“You called me that once before. What does it mean?”

“Heartmate.”

“I like that. Sounds more intimate than girlfriend and boyfriend.” Her hand slides up and down my hard length. “It feels like silk over an iron rod.”

My eyes roll back in my head at the sheer pleasure of her hand on me. The sensation in my mating cock has to be three times that of my pleasure cock. I’m struggling not to thrust into her hand as my body craves. She needs to become comfortable with me.

As her hand squeezes me, her pace increases. I inhale, willing my body to calm despite the growing pleasure. “I take it we’re not getting dressed.”

“Not yet, my warrior.”

With the playfulness in her voice, my horns dip back exceedingly far.

“What is the other cock for? The one with the black bumps.”

“That is my pleasure cock, the one we use with females until we find our sholani. The bumps are frem nodes.”

“Frem?”

Her hand slows, yet the pressure building within me doesn’t subside. I want to release inside my sholani, not in her hand, not our first time together.

“Frem strengthens the female’s orgasm by lubricating and relaxing the muscles here.” I slide my hand between her ass cheeks to her back hole. “And here…” My other hand moves to her slick folds.

Her eyes lock on me, her nervousness clear. I must do better for her.

“Close your eyes, sholani. Relax.”

The moment she closes her eyes, I move my fingers through her delicate folds. She gets so caught up in my touch that her hand slides off my pleasure cock. I can survive the loss, because her little mewls of pleasure affirm what I already know about us. We belong together.

When I remove my hand and slide my lower cock through her folds, her eyes open and she searches my face, waiting for me to guide her. Slowly, I rock my hips, driving my cock closer and closer to her entrance. I desperately want to be inside my female, but not with my mating cock, not yet. My pleasure cock will discharge frem to lessen any pain she might experience her first time.

“That’s so good,” she moans.

I slide in a fraction of an inch, loving the way her eyes roll back in her head.

I’ve fucked before, but never with someone so precious. The word fails to describe the intensity, sense of completion that comes with being with Golda. I can only imagine what this will be like with my mating cock which currently presses against her belly, seeking relief.

Easing my pleasure cock into her, not thrusting in to the hilt, proves incredibly difficult. My primal need demands I thrust, but the frem needs time to work.

Golda’s breathing turns heavy as she grips my shoulders and looks down at where I’m entering her.

“Look at me, sholani.”

The trust I see in her face astounds me, but I use the distraction and thrust into her fully. She barely flinches. A moment later, a huge smile blooms on her face, reassuring me that the frem has prevented any pain.

“Now we begin,” I announce as I wrap one of her legs around me. “Hop up, little flower.”

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