Page 18 of Devin (Warriors of Etlon #5)

Val

“ A re you glowing?” It was more a rhetorical question, but what else did you say to an alien when you’d just pulled down his shorts and swallowed his entire monster load?

Val still didn’t know where her boldness had come from.

Maybe it was fear of having to go back and face life imprisonment on Earth, or maybe it was just the desire to know if he had any of those black swirls on his cock.

He didn’t, but wow did he light up like a Christmas tree from every one of those black circles on his chest. That would definitely make for an interesting experience for fucking in the dark.

“It is the Mahdfel way.” He said, pulling up his uniform and turning to check on whatever he had roasting on the fire.

“Oh.”

Val stared at his back. It was covered in tattoos as well. Maybe next time, she’d fondle him from behind, stroke him and watch the light show.

Who was she kidding? He’d gotten his rocks off and now he’d be all back to business.

Perhaps, she should have just held out for more, but in retrospect, that was pushing her luck.

On future lonely nights, she could probably give herself multiple orgasms with a trusty toy just dreaming of that green cock.

She could barely get her mouth around the large head, and could feel that his shaft was chock full of interesting bumps and ridges.

Val wanted a closer view when her eyes weren’t crossed trying to take any more of him in her mouth.

The meat was apparently done to his satisfaction, but apparently not his cock. It still stood out strong and proud, not like a human’s that would have been soft and shrunken by now.

“You’re still hard.”

“Of course. We’re not finished.”

“We’re not?”

He sat down next to her and pulled a piece of meat off the stick.

He put it up to her lips. She opened her mouth to question him more on this subject, but he pushed the meat into her mouth.

It didn’t have any salt or flavorings, but the fat had rendered nicely and it was tender.

She chewed and swallowed. He watched intently.

“Tastes like… pulled pork.” She laughed at her own little joke, since most people would have said chicken, but he didn’t seem to get it. Perhaps chicken and pulled pork weren’t on the Mahdfel menu of Terran delicacies.

Devin handed her a piece of meat, and this time, when she brought it her mouth, he pulled her hand to his own mouth and took a bite.

He wanted her to feed him. Val took another hunk of meat to feed him, but before she reached his mouth, he surprised her by hopping up and heading into the shuttle for a canteen.

Not knowing what else to do, she ate the piece and a few more until Devin once again settled beside her, putting the canteen to her lips.

This time she understood. He fed her, she fed him.

She drank from him, he drank from her. Once he’d taken a sip from the canteen, he put it down and put a hand on her cheek, gently pulling her face up to meet his.

His mouth was hungry, and when she opened her mouth, his tongue swept in and conquered her, sending shooting sparks straight to her core.

When Devin lifted his head, she was breathless. He licked his lips. “You taste like me.”

Val wanted to find the words, but she was having a hard time managing a coherent thought.

He stood and removed his shorts, now completely and gloriously naked.

Val could have never gotten a man like this on Earth, all sculpted abs and defined muscle.

She was completely invisible to most men, except for the leches who grabbed her ass at work.

But this green alien, with his glowing tattoos, stood proud and tall in front of her.

“I want to see you,” he said.

All of her shyness and reserve gone, Val pulled off her tank top in one fluid movement.

Her hands reached behind her to let loose her bra.

She was nearly as efficient as he had been shoving her shorts to the ground, panties along with them.

She finished untangling herself from her bra and tossed it into the shuttle.

Devin stared at her for a moment, like a starving man presented with a feast who was unsure where to start.

He pushed her gently down onto the ramp.

The metal was warm against her skin. Devin dropped to his knees in front of her, spread her legs and without any other warning, ran his long tongue along her folds.

“I- oh!” she moaned as Devin pushed in further, finding that little button and swirling around it. Val hadn’t realized how turned on she was until her hips bucked up, meeting his hungry mouth.

“Oh God!” She needed something to hold on to.

Her hands grasped out, but found nothing but metal.

He pushed into her with his finger, and her body clenched at him, spiraling her into orgasm.

She screamed out her pleasure a second time as he flicked and licked her clit without mercy.

After the third time, she knew she wanted more and he sensed it, that she wanted to be filled with his cock.

Devin lifted his head, licking his lips. “Now, I taste of you.”

“You do have a sense of humor,” Val noted with a grin.

“I am going to mate with you now.” There was no humor in that statement. But she was ready, more than ready.

He guided her off the edge of the ramp and onto his lap where his cock stood waiting, glistening at the tip.

“Yes,” she whispered. It was all she could manage as she guided the head of his cock toward her entrance.

Devin pushed into her, slowly and deliberately, giving her body time to adjust to his large girth.

It was glorious. By the time she was fully seated with him inside her, Val craved friction.

She wanted him to be wild with unbridled passion.

Devin was still measured and calculating.

“Please! Devin! I need it,” she pleaded.

“Yes, but I must not hurt you.” He gritted his teeth, but his tattoos glowed brighter than ever before. He lifted her and then let her slide back onto his length. There was nothing but pleasure.

“More. I can take it. Please,” she insisted.

Her begging did the trick and his last ounce of caution was lost to the repeated thrusts deep inside of her.

In this position, she wasn’t sure if she was riding him, or not, because he had all the control, his hands and hips pulling them apart and then meeting again and again.

Her sensitive nipples made a journey up and down his chest. His lips found her neck and her hands dug into his biceps.

Stars exploded in her eyes and as she came, she felt Devin’s teeth bury into her neck.

He growled possessively and tightened around her.

He thrust once more, deep inside her and spilled his seed.

Devin released his bite and licked her neck.

For as deep as she thought he’d gone, there was surprisingly little pain.

Her head swum a bit, but she wasn’t sure if that was from the heat or the exhaustion of fucking an alien.

Devin lifted her off of his cock, which was still hard, and then laid her down on the makeshift bed in the center of the shuttle.

It wasn’t very comfortable being all sticky and naked, but it was too hot to try and cover up.

Val watched as Devin retrieved their clothing and the rest of the meat. He extinguished the fire and then pulled on his shorts. He sat down next to her. Then, he had the audacity to sigh like he regretted the whole damn thing.

Fuck him, she thought. After a moment, she realized that that was exactly what she’d just done and giggled to herself.

It had been worth it. Even if she still ended up back in prison, she had a one night/afternoon stand that would last her a lifetime.

Hey, it was still early and she was still naked.

Maybe she could get another screw out of him, this time with him on top.

Val sighed herself. It was better this way, hard and impersonal. That way, she wouldn’t really miss him when he was gone and she was far away. She rubbed her neck. Two little bumps were the only sign left that he’d bitten her. More Mahdfel magic, she supposed.

“Well, I suppose-” she began before being rudely interrupted.

The roar of an engine approached. They were getting rescued. Oh, goody.