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As he makes his way northward, he lifts his head from time to time to say things. I supply my own subtitles, “You taste so good,” I imagine he’s saying, or “I can’t wait to savor your come on my tongue.”

“Me, too.”

He laughs, then hovers over my clit, just breathing on it while he inspects my face, waiting, perhaps for me to say no.

“Waiting for me to beg, Draalian?” I ask as I catch his eye.

The slowest smile spreads across his face showing his white fangs in all their dangerous glory as he nods once with unhurried precision.

“What if I refuse?” I challenge for no discernable reason.

He sits up, his ass resting on his heels, his smile broadening as he waits.

“Are you sure this is your first time, Zoriss?” I ask, assuming a male with almost no females on his planet has never done this before. “You seem pretty sure of yourself.”

For some reason this makes him decide to rescind his demand for my pleas, because he moves fast as a blur and presses his mouth to my clit.

I hiss in pleasure.

His tongue, rather than being the blunt instrument of some of the sex toys I’ve tried in the past, is dextrous, facile, and delicious.

The two halves come together to put pressure all around the little ball of nerves as he does recon, exploring the lay of the land.

Then his tongue splits, flicking on both sides of my clit until I wonder if I will be able to live through the onslaught.

“Zoriss.” How interesting that his name is a hiss.

His large hands grip my upper thighs and yank me open wider as he shoulders himself even closer to me. One knuckle trails up and down along my feminine seam, sliding through my juices, amping me up even more.

“Please,” I say. It’s the only word I can articulate, even though I don’t want him to have the satisfaction of hearing me beg. He’s male enough not to gloat, though. He doesn’t break his rhythm.

His knuckle now presses into my core, just an inch, maybe less.

“Oh, yes!”

He takes this as an invitation and slides one finger inside me. Certainly he knows what this is doing to me as I toss my head from side to side in pleasure.

It’s amazing I haven’t come already. Between the relentless flicking of his tongue, the rhythmic penetration, and the visual stimulation of the male of my dreams kneeling in front of me, I’m already on the precipice.

He must know I’m close. He speeds up his tongue, somehow adding an animalistic hiss that jolts through my system, zings up my body, and lodges in the pleasure center of my brain.

My orgasm whips through me, circling and amplifying and gathering power instead of dissipating. I can’t turn off my poor brain when it tries to calculate whether that was one long incredible release or maybe three or four short, back-to-back ones.

I scream at myself inside my head to shut the fuck up even as I scream the word “Fuck,” out loud so intense and so long the echo resounds and reverberates around the cavern and over our heads.

Before I open my eyes, I worry the Draalian is going to have a smug look on his face and I try to prepare myself for it. When I see his handsome features, though, there’s nothing smug about it.

I imagine he’s looking at me the way I looked at that doe so many years ago. It was a combination of wonder and privilege that she allowed me to get so close.

The words rolling off his tongue are a sexy combination of honey with a side of hiss. When he finally stops talking and sits back on his heels to gaze at me I have to prompt. “Tell me more.”

He laughs, but there’s no derision in his expression, then launches into another Draalian soliloquy. When he finally grinds to a halt, I flick my gaze to the two cocks pointing eagerly at me and ask, “So what’s the plan of attack?” I tip my head and cock an eyebrow.

“No means no?” he asks, one browridge cocked in query.

“Yes means yes, Draalian.”

When he bestows that smile on me, I feel privileged.

He sits with his legs crossed and pulls me with his hands under my armpits to sit on his lap. Then he positions me with my knees near his hips. Somehow, we manage to avoid even a brush against his wound. His hands slide to my hips, steadying me, yet providing no pressure, as if to say, “Your move.”

Not only am I still aroused as hell and curious about what’s to come next, but I like this male.

He’s pleasant and passionate and concerned about pleasing me.

He’s handling his injuries and this odd situation so well.

When I get a working translator, I want to know everything he said to me in this cave. I want to fuck him. And I want it now.

I feel desperate to climb onto him, and shy as that doe at the same time.

“Just one for now, right?” I ask. I haven’t even gotten a good look at his primary cock, but from the shadowy outline I saw, it looked as big, possibly bigger, than the first, which is impressive in its own right.

“One.” He nods.

When I lift myself, he grips my ass cheeks and helps me ease down. My lids flutter closed as I dive deep into myself so I can feel every inch of this invasion. Is it an invasion if I impale myself, I wonder, then scold my crazy brain and order it to stop the commentary and just live in this moment.

Oh yeah. This scaled blue cock easing into me makes my inner walls flutter.

“So big,” I say as I take a breath and exhale through pursed lips.

The large bulge halfway down the shaft that I saw before he woke up poses a small problem.

At first, I’m certain it will never fit, and I’m not sure I want it to.

A nanosecond later, though, I’m desperate to keep pressing down, and a moment after that the stretch and burn feels sexier than anything I ever could have imagined.

I release a throaty noise of appreciation as I take the widest part of his patterned blue girth inside me, then slide farther down.

His head is thrown back. I see his Adam’s apple thrust toward me and watch it bounce as he husks something in his language. I’m certain it means something like, “So tight.”

I force my eyes to open as my rubbery lips ask, “Good for you?”

A long stream of satisfied words later, he nods.

Easing down in increments, I notice every interesting ridge created by the patchwork of his scales and the intriguing bumps and ridges that are common to his species.

“Full,” I tell him, feeling compelled to give my own commentary.

He embraces me now. His hands leave my ass and wrap around my back. There’s a sense of overwhelm with his proximity and alienness and the huge cock in my core and his other one bobbing against my back hole. It’s almost too much, but then nothing can be too much when it feels as good as this.

I reach bottom and stop, still as a statue, just basking in the exquisite feeling of having a living, breathing Draalian male inside me, filling my most private places.

He thrusts up, proving I hadn’t yet fully reached bottom at all. He gained another inch, maybe more.

“Zoriss.” I’m swamped with warm feelings for this male, and those beautiful blue eyes are so tenderly looking at me.

“Lumina,” he husks.

He feels it, too.

His palms return to my hips as they gently urge me to start my ride.

As I lift up, he presses forward, ensuring the drag of my clit along his pelvic bone on every rise and fall.

It doesn’t take me long for the already volcanic pressure in my core to build to incendiary heights.

I could come with just one word from him, but I wait.

His breath hitches, and he can’t control himself from thrusting in response to my movements. I allow myself to ease back, counting on him to guarantee we don’t separate.

Good male, he kept us connected. Now that I’m lying on my back, it’s me who’s urging him on. “Ride me, Draalian. Fuck me.”

He responds immediately, as if he was only waiting for me to say the word.

He pounds into me, creating a swifter, harder, more primitive rhythm than I’d initiated.

He releases a little hiss with every thrust. I answer with a shocked intake of breath every time, as if I both can’t believe it’s happening and can’t believe this act could provide the exquisite pleasure I’m experiencing.

I wanted to wait for us to orgasm together. I’ve read about it and watched it on vids and dreamed about it. But I can’t wait. I fall into the chasm, letting go and wailing in ecstasy. I feel my inner walls clamping down on his hard cock, even as I hear a woman screaming and realize it’s me.

I think it’s my response that pushes him over the edge.

I watch as his face tightens, grimacing in an ecstasy that matches my own.

He shouts a word, certainly a curse word that signifies his physical bliss.

His teeth scrape my shoulder. If I’m not mistaken, he almost bit me with those two small, sharp fangs that peek out between his lips sometimes.

He lies on his side and pulls me against him. His expression is soft, almost sweet for a reptilian.

I’m sweating, but I realize he’s probably still cold, so I reach around him, grab the blankets we kicked off in our passion and tuck them around him. I won’t need them for another minute, not until my heart quits racing.

“Too bad that was so disappointing,” I tease.

He nods and smiles at me as his fingers feather through my hair.

Zoriss

I wish I could talk to my beautiful Earther. I want to tell her that was as far from disappointing as it could be. I want her to hear my praise and gratitude in her language.

“That was amazing. Exceeded expectations. So much better than anything I could have dreamed of, Zoriss.”

I grab her wrist, realizing we haven’t kissed. Perhaps I could start with her hand.

I kiss the center of her palm with my lips, then flick it with my tongue.

“Holy shit, Zoriss. That felt like you licked my . . .”

She looks shocked.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined what it would feel like to do what we just did. I began thinking about it the moment the first pictures and vids of Draalians hit our airwaves. The government approved an exchange of your people to come here as mates, and I knew I wanted one of you. Not the other species. A Draalian. Only a Draalian”

Is she talking about me as if I was a species of canine she wanted to own? Am I hearing correctly?

“I began saving credits then and there.”

She’s been saving? To buy me?

Without warning, everything comes tumbling back into my brain. Going back to Draal on furlough with Zorn after five years of fighting our enemies. I remembered wrong. I’m not a lieutenant, I’m a captain in the Draalian army.

Three long months in that pod. How could I forget that? Three months with nothing but my own thoughts looping endlessly until I began to wish for death.

How could I forget the voices of the pirates talking about the evil Earthers who wanted us for nothing other than our cocks and our sperm?

And my vow to take revenge? I can’t forget that.

The Earther must be anxious after our physical exchange because her words are tumbling out in torrents.

“Everyone in town knows how much I want a Draalian. They all ask me how my savings account is coming. I do odd jobs just to be able to afford a mate. I’ll be honest, I never thought I’d get there, though. The prices are so high. It’s unattainable for most women in my income bracket.”

Unattainable except for the black market.

Just pay a pirate and they can steal you a first-rate captain in the Draalian army.

She may not be the female who actually purchased me, but she is just as guilty since she condones this behavior.

It fills me with shock and rage to hear she was saving credits to buy a mate even if it wasn’t me.

Hate bubbles up inside me. Rage. I have more loathing for this female than I did for my enemies, the Vrens.

“What are the odds? Really? I can’t even calculate the astronomical odds of being here at the bottom of this canyon the exact moment your capsule crashed. And you were alive!”

She looks at me, her eyes dewy with excitement. Half of me wants to make her pay, pay for every female of her race who condones abducting sentient beings and bringing them here against their will. The other half of me is waiting to hear the next shit that will fall out of her mouth.

“And here we are, and you are so . . . magnificent. I can’t believe how lucky I am.” She’s beaming. She used that word earlier to describe my cocks.

I’m not flattered, I’m furious. I’m an object she admires and desires. I feel tricked, betrayed, and used.

If I wasn’t an honorable male, I would make Lumina pay. Right this minute. It’s not my nature to physically hurt a female. That’s beneath me. But I can hurt her with my words. Even if she doesn’t understand them.

“You are an evil female,” I spit at her, hoping she fully comprehends the extent of my hatred.

“Earth females don’t deserve mates if they believe it’s their right to buy us, willing or not, like a pet.

Despicable.” This word in Draalian is ‘ shamispah ’.

I allow the ‘s’ to form an angry hiss to communicate how truly despicable I find her.

I grab the rope webbing from the metal disc and tie it around her wrist, the wrist of the hand I was just kissing, and I yank it tight. If I didn’t have good self-control, I would be doing this around her throat.

Lumina

“Ow! That hurts!”

Instead of loosening it, he cinches it tighter.

“What just happened? Zoriss, what did I say? Your translator must have malfunctioned. I said you were magnificent. That’s a good thing.”

If I didn’t know for certain that his eyes couldn’t shoot fireballs, I’d be afraid of bursting into flames.

I don’t know what he’s saying, but he’s hissing at me, looking as if he’s restraining himself from hurting me.

“Zoriss! You were just inside me. We exchanged bodily fluids. You looked into my eyes as if you had tender feelings for me. I . . . I was just joking about it being disappointing. Is that what set you off?”

He’s grumbling now, shaking his head. Even though the gray fingers of dawn are lighting the sky outside our cave, he lies back down to sleep.

“Really?” I ask when he pulls my back to his front in order to garner my warmth, as if it’s his right . “You’re going to treat me like shit and then steal my warmth? Fucker!”

“Fucker!” he snarls next to my ear. Out of all the English he hasn’t learned, he has to pick up on that word?

Even though he can smell my tears and I try to forbid myself from showing weakness, I can’t stop them from falling. How can a person experience the height of bliss and ten minutes later crash to the depths of despair? I wish I could disappear.