Page 13 of Her Alien Delegate (Necia Alien Warriors)

"You are within your rights to pursue section ninety under the article of engagement only after the human displays a third time, due to her classification not being recognized by the Trillume Council."

"Understood," he said. His hair caressed my chin as if he could see through the black sap across his eyes.

"I don't have to see to hear the subtle sound of your lips opening for me, or the way your pulse increases across your delicate skin where we touch.

Display your tongue again, and I will show you what I can do with mine. "

I gulped, and absently, my tongue flicked to lick my lips.

A boldness came over me, knowing he couldn't see.

To make sure he knew I was displaying my tongue in whatever strange ritual that meant for an unGor, I leaned in a licked his neck.

His chest rumbled and wind swept up under my hair as he sped down the hall and entered an open room door.

It closed behind us, and blinked blue before the room descended into darkness around us.

I couldn't even see the tip of my nose, until his hair glowed like sparkling stars.

His head nuzzled into my neck and his tongue's warmth heated my skin from my clavicle to behind my ear, making me shiver.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered in my ear, but I couldn't bring myself to say the words.

"Tell me you don't want me to touch you," he added as he lowered me to the bed, my head resting on his injured arm, yet he made no complaint. His other hand trailed down my arm, a finger gently stroking the inside of my elbow. I shivered, a soft moan escaping my lips.

This moment was ours, private, and for tonight... he was mine.

"Touch me," I whimpered, guiding his hand lower.

He stopped at my waistband and rubbed my lower back, before he let his other arm slip out from under my head.

His tongue trailed between my breasts before kissing just under my swell with a softness that drove me crazy, near begging for more pressure.

What was he doing to me? My thighs squeezed together, but he rotated me with my cheek planted on the cushions of the bed and his breath heavy on the small of my back.

The material of my shirt ripped up, exposing my back to him.

Warmth gathered where his tongue trailed, and his hair tickled like little fingers massaging everywhere.

His hands roamed my sides up to rub his thumbs at the side of my breasts then back down again, memorizing my shape as he caressed me.

For the first time in my life, I moaned at having my body touched like it was a place of worship.

My fingers itched to touch him. I reached out to return the feeling to him, but instead he grabbed my hand, guiding it back to myself.

He didn't worship me for reciprocation and that confused me further as my own fingers touched my skin with his fingers atop them, giving gentle nudges for me to continue.

The material of my pants was becoming too much to bear. I needed more.

Then he kissed at the crest of my ass, and I moved my hand beneath my waistband to tug it down.

He groaned and swiftly pulled them free before his tongue was on my skin once more.

My hips lifted, to give him better access to my soaked panties.

He sniffed the material, and sucked it up into his mouth, making me gasp as my clit was gathered up in the same action.

I pulled the material to the side and throbbed as his tongue swiped between my lips.

The intense desire to be filled made my thighs clench around his head and felt the way his hair caressed my legs as my hips lifted to bring him closer. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me down the bed to get better access. I wanted to scream out his name, but I didn't even know what to call him.

I gasped as something pushed at my entrance. His fingers gripped my hips and rubbed into my ass, so it couldn't be his hands.

Panting out my confusion, I was about to ask when I sucked in my words from the way my pussy clenched around the warm pressure.

It wasn't his tongue, because that was working against my clit, playfully sucking and burying his nose and chin up and down my sensitive flesh.

Whatever it was curled up and vibrated against my inner walls.

My— "God!" I dug my nails into his shoulders and convulsed at the sudden waves of sensations ripping through me. I'd never felt like this with anyone before. It had always taken so long to work up to an orgasm, but it was like he knew exactly where to go and how much touch to give to set me off.

"Broma," he corrected as he nuzzled between my legs and licked his lips.

"What was that?" I rocked myself against his cheek as I came down from the way my muscles twitched without my input.

"I followed where your blood was most active; that is usually a sign of where the most sensitive areas are.

On AsunGor, we have exceptional hearing and are able to track in the dark beneath the surface.

There is a fruit that grows at the roots whose juice we practice extracting without disturbing their defensive mechanisms. You are sweeter than any har fruit. "

I had no idea what a har fruit was, but if that was what he thought I tasted like, I'd be curious to try one someday. What was AsunGor like? He said he'd return there after he finished claiming his title and a mate.

As he pulled back more, I watched as his hair uncurled from between my legs.

"It was your hair?"

"My ormete," he corrected.

"Ormete," I repeated, staring at the way they glowed in the dim light of the room. "It's warm," I said while part of the braid caressed my thigh.

"They fuse together to become stronger. Our ormete do not unravel once they bond."

They looked like dreadlocks, but as I watched the glow of the strands, it was like veins pulsing.

Some strands were not bonded towards the top of his head, and some stray ormete strands were shorter and lifted free of the braids.

There were bones laced through the thick strands, and the twisted lock that pet between my legs appeared without any adornments, slick with my pleasure

"It's beautiful," I said while reaching to touch the one with a strange sickle-like bone at the end. It didn't glow quite like the others half of the fused locks didn't lift to greet me like the one slipping closer to my entrance again. "Can you feel them?"

"Only when the blood pumps into them," he seemed to hesitate, like he was thinking of what to say, or leaving something out, "Can you feel yours?" He asked about the hair between my thighs where he nuzzled his nose into. I giggled before wiggling my hips, but his hands kept me in place.

"No, but I'd feel it if the root is pulled."

"I do not sense any blood in your ormete."

"It's a protein, not connected to blood."

"It connects somewhere, or it would not have grown.

If my ormete was not connected, then it would not be able to do this," he teased as his smooth rope of hair, like a tentacle, slipped between my lips.

It pushed at my entrance, staying at the edge just on the cusp of filling me, but holding back to trace circles where my body clenched on emptiness.

"Mmm," I moaned as the tension built, he pulsed at my core, not going farther, coming so close to giving me what I wanted, but not retreating as he slipped over where I ached for him in a tantalizing dance to drive me crazy.

"I could listen to that forever," he said with a groan.

Thinking of forever made me shiver. It was a false sentiment I'd heard before, but for a moment I wanted to believe it.

"What would forever look like?" I asked as I rocked against the way he edged the pleasure building in my core.

After the words came out of my mouth I immediately regretted them.

This wasn't the time to speak about forever and I had to remind myself that it was okay to live in the now, without a thought of the future.

I squirmed against the way his tentacle rubbed around, then pushed at my entrance, teasing me.

All of my common sense, future, and past evaporated as my present need grew.

I hadn't expected an answer, but he pulled back, making me whine in protest. His tentacle lifted to his mouth and he licked my juices before he moaned his own approval of my taste.

"Forever is by my side," he said while sucking my juices from his ormete. "Change the minds of the council with the success of AsunGor. Building a new commission, and seeing the smile of my bonded, my delegate, full of everything I can give."

"What will you give me?" I panted, feeling an ache in my chest at how I wasn't who he was seeking to be his bonded, but some trill he'd find after we were done.

"Everything," he said while leaning down on his arms to brush his nose against mine, seeking out my lips.

An overwhelming need to bring him closer to me took over, my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down. I squeezed tightly not wanting to let him go. My skin heated where we connected and my hips lifted, wanting him to melt within me.

I was starved to feel wanted, and every touch he gave made me want more.

Our lips met and he held me as tightly as I clung to him. Through ragged breaths, I moaned as my body heated and my skin became tender; his hand sizzled down along my side and around my thigh. He clutched and tugged, lifting my leg and opening myself to him fully.

I gasped as pressure built at my entrance, then his large cock slipped up and through my lips, rubbing across my clit.

Shivering, I rubbed myself against him. There were ridges towards the top that were soft but hard, creating the perfect combination to make me squirm.

My hips bucked up as his cock notched within me.

We both stilled. I opened my eyes to see the veins of his tentacles glowing.

It was warm and made my stomach ache to keep this feeling.

His cock throbbed within me as he waited for me to adjust to his fullness.

Embarrassed, I buried my face into his shoulder and nuzzled in, holding him close.

He grunted as I moaned with surprise that he wasn't fully seated, but I felt him pushing deeper until I felt him touch something inside of me that made my limbs weak.

It was only a moment to regain myself, but then he pulled back and thrust back to tap that spot again, and I spasmed.

His hips rocked, rubbing at that tender sensation so deep that I never knew it existed before now.

My hips sought out for more, while equally retreating from being overwhelmed.

He held on to my ass to keep me in place.

Unable to control my own body, he helped me move to keep the pressure building until I screamed with my nails digging into his back.

My walls clutched around his cock, seeking to milk him of his essence.

A tingling sensation was warming through my stomach and moving down into my toes and out to my fingertips.

"What is that?" I gasped as my body turned to jelly and I became very sleepy. No, no, no. Don't go to sleep. I tried to hold on, but then my arms went limp.