Page 63 of Whisked Away By the Alien

Last night had to be the best night’s sleep ever, and all because I slept in Sten’s arms. As he sleeps, I try to memorize his handsome features. His thick brows give him a very commanding presence, and his full mouth, which feels so wonderful against mine, softens the harshness of his angular nose.

I love how relaxed he looks, especially with his horns curved back, though not fully as when he goes down on me. I want to learn all his nuances. How much of his horns he controls, how much moves instinctively.

This might be our last time together. If I cannot bring myself to leave my family, then I will lose Stenikov, possibly forever. I’m a coward. I should choose him, but I can’t walk away from my family… forever.

Sten’s eyes open and he watches me for several heartbeats. “You look troubled.”

Tears roll down my cheeks

“You’ve decided.”

I bite my lip. How can words possibly express how much I love him?

There’s something he said to me the first time I slept with him. He’d never known the pleasure of using his mating cock. For as beautiful as last night was, drawing us closer together, he held back from what he truly wanted. Making love face to face with both cocks in me, despite the risk of pregnancy. And the words that will bind us... It’s the best gift I can think to give him.

I run my hand down his chest to his cocks. Both are already hard. “I want to make love to you, one last time.”

“Our last time, for now. Not forever,” he says as I position myself over him.

As I sink onto his mating cock, the worry leaves his face, replaced by sheer pleasure. Oh, this position is even more glorious than having him behind me.

Sten bucks upward, making me fall forward where he catches me in a kiss. Sneaky bastard, I love him so. I’m reconsidering, thinking I should forget about everyone and everything that ties me to Earth.

“I like you on top. Watching your tits bounce is quite enjoyable.”

I push off his chest to sit upright before he usurps control, but he bucks again. This time I grab hold of his horns and his eyes widen.

“What did I do?” I ask, worried.

“You hit the right spot. There are pleasure nodes toward the base of my horns.”

“Your horns are erogenous zones? I wish I’d known that earlier.”

“Why?”

“Because then I would have done this….” I lean forward and flick my tongue right where my hand fell.

“Golda,” he moans my name.

Ooh, I’m gonna enjoy this. My tongue runs over the tiny bumps which remind me of slippery watermelon seeds, but much smaller. Sten squirms as if he’s about to peak. When his hands squeeze my breasts, my moans join his. I’m not sure who’s louder and I don’t care. His reaction, the sheer joy on his face and in his moans, turns me inside-out with desire. My pussy grows incredibly wet, my nipples turn hard, and I need to grind, to move,to mate.

I slide back onto his mating cock while his pleasure cock coats and enters my backside. Yesterday, I had both cocks in me, but not like this. Those bumps stimulate me as he eases in, while also creating a tighter channel for the mating cock in my pussy.

“Take me, Warrior. Make me yours.”

From below, Sten thrusts over and over, driving himself deeper each time. I hold on to his horns for dear life, riding him. Suddenly, I understand the term in a new light. He’s a bull between my legs, pounding into me, with heavy balls slapping against me. It’s all I can do to hang on!

My pussy tightens and I’m about to leap off that ledge.

“You are mine, Golda Rose.”

“Yes, Warrior.”

“You will have no other male. Ever.”

“There could be no other. Only you.”

Words appear in my head. I don’t know what they mean, or how they came to be there, only that I must say them. “Aji kali faztov, miz sholan.”

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