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Dear God, this is so good. I order the back of my brain to stand down.

It’s trying to design a sex toy that can recreate this.

I don’t want to be an engineer right this moment, and even if I did, I could make it my life’s work and never get this right.

Nothing manufactured could compare with what this male is doing to me right now.

He’s flicking with precision, softer and then harder. One side, then the other. And when both halves of his tongue work in tandem as they surround my nipple, I can’t control the helpless whimper that escapes my lips.

I have to praise him, so I eke out one word in a breathy whisper. “Good.”

My greedy brain gets ahead of itself, flashing me pictures of that tongue going down on me. I moan just thinking about it.

I’m fully back in the present now as my gaze flashes to his. He’s looking at me, somehow managing to maintain a naughty smile even as his mouth is busy performing magic on my nipple.

His hand gets into the act on my other nipple. First palming it, then tweaking. We’re discovering together what feels good and what becomes incendiary.

“Yeah, that. Teeth,” I tell him when he discovers scraping my nipples makes me insane with need.

His knee slides between my legs and lodges at the apex of my thighs. I immediately realize the brilliance of this maneuver, then slide against it hard, able to take my own pleasure.

Moving his knee back, he shakes his head, my nipple held between his lip-covered teeth. “No,” he says around my flesh. Then he removes his mouth long enough to order, “Don’t come until I tell you.”

My muscles all loosen as I relax into the blankets. Zorn’s completely in charge. I couldn’t be happier.

My hands force their way under his tight, black t-shirt. “Ahhh.” His muscles are magical. Like polished textured marble.

“Off!” I order.

He slips the tee over his head and is flicking my nipples again—first one and then the other—before I’m even aware he left for a moment.

“Gorgeous,” I tell him as I drink in the sight of his light and dark blue scales. Fuck! How did I ever think this wasn’t the sexiest sight I’d ever see?

My hands claim every inch of his skin—every inch above his waistband—and now I want more.

“Off!” I order again as I tug the jeans down.

“Are you . . .” He was about to gather my consent again, but thought better of it, leaned back to kick off his boots, then tug off his jeans.

His cocks looked big last night as I watched him pleasure himself from across the van. Now, though, up close and personal, they’re even larger . . . and harder. I reach to grab one but he just shakes his head slowly, lifting one side of his browridge in a scold.

“I have to take my fill of you first,” he taunts as if delaying my gratification is going to please him.

His hands slide down my body, slowly, his palms seeming to memorize every dip and curve. His head bows to my belly as his tongue flicks my belly button. Then his head slides lower, his tongue leaving a glistening trail of saliva from my navel to my mound.

In one smooth move, his knees force their way between mine, then push them apart.

“Pink!” he exclaims when I’m fully exposed to him. I don’t know what, exactly, he expected, but this color seems to delight him.

“I’m going to taste you,” he announces roughly, “then I’m going to make you come.”

He shoulders his way between my open legs, nips the sensitive seam where my thigh meets my torso, then burrows that talented tongue into my channel as far as it will go.

In response, I gasp in surprise, then moan with pleasure.

We created many sex toys capable of doing this, the tongue longer than a real human male’s, capable of performing for hours if necessary, but how do you create the sheer exuberant gusto of a real sentient being penetrating you for the utter joy of sharing this singular intimacy with you?

The fact that it’s the first time for both of us makes the experience out of this world.

“Zorn!”

Two emotions war inside me. Arousal and passion certainly have center stage, but the affection I feel for him overrides it.

“Sweet,” is all I can say when the truth is I want to say so much more. I want to tell him how important he’s become to me in just this short amount of time.

Zorn has been such a wonderful surprise.

With his biting sense of humor, his inordinate patience with the untenable situation we were thrust into, his abiding love for his brother, and his tenderness for me, I’m falling for him.

We’ve spent every waking hour together for days and I haven’t even wanted a moment alone.

I just want more of him. I can’t get enough.

“Sweet,” he repeats what I just said as he lifts up to look at me. I’m not certain whether he’s talking about my taste, my cream still glistening on his lips, or if he feels it too.

He usually takes care to hide his short fangs, fearing, I suppose, he’ll repulse me even more. Now, though, he shows them off. And damned if they don’t turn me on. I picture them scraping along my skin, the path where they’ve traveled bursting into flames of arousal.

He returns to my channel, slipping his tongue in to the hilt again, then sliding it along the slit until he arrives at my clit.

That talented tongue, having learned on my nipples, splits in two and licks hard, fast, and relentlessly until my legs quiver in need.

“Zorn?” The feelings he’s pulling from me are so overwhelming I need to feel tethered.

One of his hands reaches up to lace his fingers with mine, just what I need to be reminded of our emotional connection. His other hand slides between my legs, one finger and then two piercing into me in rhythm with his tongue.

He pulls away from me long enough to urge, “Come!” then returns to my body like a male on a mission.

His gentle order is all I need to tumble over the edge. My cry is a high, piercing whine as I spasm around him. Every muscle in my body tightens as I quit breathing for a moment, then gasp for breath. My orgasm swirls through me, bestowing boundless pleasure.

For a woman who’s tested every new product my factory’s ever produced, who’s experienced clitoral orgasms and vaginal orgasms and blended orgasms and whatever orgasm flavor of the day my advertising team has devised, I decide to call this the Zorngasm.

It’s a tsunami of delight, a hurricane of pleasure. A rollercoaster of twists and turns and changes of rhythms and tempos as it takes me to the heights of bliss and then slides to a stop back on Earth in the quiet rear compartment of my hover-van.

My thighs are still quivering when I tell him, “The best ever,” although I’m certain he has no idea what I’m blathering about.

“Can we do it again?” he asks, cocking his head as if he awaits the answer to the most important question he’s ever asked.

“If you insist.” I can’t wipe my goofy smile off my face.

“I do. I do insist.” His voice was hard, almost harsh, but it’s tempered by the tender look in his masculine blue eyes.

His first attempt at delighting my body was capable and competent.

But this? This time he introduces subtleties and nuances and new skills he didn’t have time to perfect before.

His tongue does acrobatics. Swirling, diving, double-teaming my hungry little clit which is happily enchanted that I volunteered her to be used as a Draalian tutorial.

My next orgasm comes barreling at me like a force of nature. When Zorn discovers the come-hither motion, I can’t hold back, nor do I want to. I release in pulses of ecstasy that swirl and gather and double, then double again until I release, arching my back and screaming his name.

Little quivery aftershocks slice through my body as he lies down and snuggles next to me, nuzzling me sweetly.

Zorn

A week ago, I felt as if being abducted from Draal was the worst fate that had ever befallen me. Right this moment, I think it was a stroke of luck.

I never would have believed I’d be lying with a beautiful female, still tasting her cream on my lips, having her cuddle happily against me as if there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

Is she happy? A spike of fear slides through me. Perhaps I read her wrong. Before I can inspect her face for subtle clues or ask her outright, she says, “Zorn. That was . . . better than I ever dreamed it could be.”

I kiss the top of her head, glad I didn’t have to ask.

“One minute. Okay, maybe two. Give me just a moment and then I want to return the favor.” She turns on her side, throws her arm across my chest, and kisses my throat and face. This is better than I ever thought it could be—the connection, the intimacy.

“I think this is how Earth girls bask,” she teases. “I’m basking in what just happened. I’m basking in you.”

“So, what exactly,” I nip her lips with mine, “did you mean by ‘return the favor?’” My cocks are pulsing at the thought. They’ve been demanding release since we returned to the van.

“You’re a military male,” she says with a flirty smile, “you might appreciate that I have a two-pronged offensive in mind. Ha! Two-pronged. Get it?”

I nod, hoping she’ll get to the good part.

“First,” she slides her hand up the inside of my thigh. I had no idea that part of my body could be an erogenous zone—but it is. “I’m going to do a reconnaissance mission with my mouth.” She nips my collar bone. “Then, we’re going to move on to the full enemy invasion.”

“Invasion,” I repeat as if it’s the magic word in a fairy tale.

“Yep, big guy. I was hoping by the end of today there would be no more virgins riding in this hovercraft.”

She rearranges herself, kneeling between my legs. Just her position makes my cocks bob in impatience. Her gaze connects with mine as she flashes me a sexy grin, then she lowers her head slowly to right above my knee.

I got the anatomical downloads, perhaps she doesn’t . . . ah, she nips me, then works her way up my leg.