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Quinn

This isn’t the first blowjob I’ve given, but I already know it’s going to be one I enjoy more than any other. Horek’s cock is only similar to a human’s in that it’s thick and proudly juts out from his hairless body. I highly doubt he needs to shave just to make his dick look bigger. The raised ridge that spirals around it from base to tip has small rounded spikes that have my pussy clenching, although I’m unsure if it’s in need or fear. Are they soft or rigid? What will they feel like rubbing along my inside walls?

The Commander gives me the impression of man wrung far too tightly. Although his intensity is part of his charm, I’d like to see him lose that tight control he maintains.A small amount of creamy pre-come glistens within the divot at the end of his perfect—and just slightly above average—length. My curiosity runs rampant at how Horek will taste. Not wanting to wait another minute to find out, I grip his hardness and lap up the essence.

Holy shit. An explosion of flavors linger on my tongue, but the most prevalent one is something sweet, but tangy. I haven’t eaten enough real food to give it a proper name.His entire body jerks, and I have to draw back slightly so he doesn’t ram himself down my throat before I’m ready. Not that I’ve ever been ready to deep throat a guy, but I’m not saying I’d rule it out.

“My gods.”

It’s more like a guttural moan than a curse and I love the fact I’m the one who caused it. Along with it is a tearing sound. I glance over to find his claws have punctured the sofa cushion; the feral response of an untamed beast. I shiver, and definitely not in fear. He’d never hurt me. Something I just instinctively know.

“Has anyone ever done this to you before?” The question slips out before I realize I don’t know if I want to hear the answer.

Horek rattles his head so fast I’m surprised it doesn’t fly off his neck. “Never.”

Immense relief fills me and I don’t suspect for a second he’s lying to me. The Commander is too honorable for that.

“Good.” A possessive feeling runs through me. I’m the first to give him this kind of pleasure. I trace the ridge with the tip of my tongue and am pleased to discover the spikes that cover it are pliable, like a soft cartilage. My damp pussy grows wetter, preparing itself for the powerful sensation they’re going to wreak on it. I can hardly wait.

More come spills from Horek’s cock, and I take the head in my mouth and capture it between the roof of my mouth and tongue. I suck for everything I’m worth, doing my best to drink down every drop. More guttural growls erupt from his chest, and the vibrations travel straight to my clit.

I rub my thighs together to ease the ache, but between the sounds Horek’s making and the intense pleasure I’m getting from the taste of him, it’s doing nothing to satisfy me. Pure need takes over, and I slide my free hand inside my pants. I’ve barely grazed my clit when my arm is pulled away, and I’m being lifted. Before I can call out or even draw a breath, I’m once again lying on my back on the sofa, and Horek looms over me. He thrusts his pelvis, and a small tremor ripples through me at the contact against my primed and sensitive nerves.

Heat pours off him, and those flames flicker in the depths of his eyes again.

“Your orgasm is mine. I’m the one who gets to touch you and bring you to pleasure.” The feral beast has returned.

I shudder with arousal and more wetness soaks my panties. “But I wanted to make you feel good.”

“Nothing will make me feel better, my heart’s fire, than for you to fall apart beneath me. But it will be by my hands, my mouth, or my cock. Do you understand?”

If a guy from back on Earth spoke to me like this, he’d been tasting the balls I rammed up into his throat. But holy fuck, hearing Horek say it fans the desire coursing through my veins. I nod my assent, which apparently doesn’t satisfy him. He yanks my hands above my head, locks them in a tight, but gentle grip, and rocks harder against me. I moan with ecstasy.

“Tell me with your words, heart’s fire. I want to hear you acknowledge that I am the male who will bring you to release over and over again.”

“Y—yes.” That single syllable becomes two as I release it on a breathy exhale. “Only you.”

“Say my name. Who controls your pleasure?”

I swallow. “Horek.”

“Again.”

“Horek.” My voice is stronger this time.

“That’s right.” He releases the hold he has on my hands. “Keep them there.”

Unbidden, I do exactly what he says. I can’t take my gaze off him while he sits upright and stares down at me. His cock is still free and my mouth thirsts for another taste of it. With far more practiced ease than I demonstrated, Horek undoes my pants and tugs them down my legs, bringing my panties with them.

The flames in his eyes flare higher and the scales lining the top of his shoulders darken another shade. Are the Bohnari descended from the mythical dragon? Or an alien version of it? Is that why they burn hot and why fire shines from his gaze?

Any care I have for the answers disappears when Horek spreads my legs with his large hands and exposes me completely. There’s no hiding from him. He inhales deeply with his eyes closed and shudders. When he opens them, an inferno burns in their depths.

“It’s my turn to taste you now.”

He doesn’t wait for me to accept or reject his claim. Instead, Horek feasts. For a man who doesn’t have first-hand experience with human anatomy, he knows exactly what he’s doing. My toes curl, and my back arches off the cushion. Unlike guys I dated in the past, he finds my clitoris right away. I cry out as the tension builds. The tingling intensifies, and I chase the orgasm I’m standing on the edge of.

Horek plunges his tongue deep inside me and a ripple of pleasure travels along my interior walls. He flicks it against a sensitive spot, and I nearly combust. I desperately need an anchor. Something to hold onto and ground myself. I happen to choose the shorn lengths of the horns on either side of his head.

I clench my fists around them and use the leverage to drag Horek closer and bury his face deeper against my center. There’s a sting of pain that’s quickly soothed by his tongue. Did he bite me? Why is just the thought of that hot? It doesn’t matter, every thought is erased from my brain when he latches onto my clit again and sucks. Hard. The precipice I’d been standing on crumbles, and then I’m soaring.

A scream of pleasure tears from my throat. I’m not even recovered when a large rigid object presses against my opening. My gaze flies up to meet Horek’s.

“Tell me you don’t want me to breed you. Tell me now, or I won’t stop until your belly is swollen from my seed.”

I know I should be putting a stop to this. It’s moving so fast. We haven’t talked about us or our future or what his intentions are. There are so many obstacles we’ll need to overcome. I mean, we don’t even know each other. But all my body wants is to be fucked by Horek. I’m sure I’ll give myself a strong talking-to when this is over, but I’ll worry about that later.

“Do it.”

“Say the words, my heart’s fire. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings later. I want to hear you say it.” He inches forward only a fraction, stretching me, but then stops.

I whimper in need. “Please.”

“Say it,” he commands again and sinks another inch deeper.

“Fuck me. Breed me.”

With a single, powerful thrust, Horek seats himself fully inside me. The protrusions along his ridged cock drag across the sensitive flesh of my inner walls in a way that has me seeing stars. Colors burst in my vision and I’m transported to another world. For the second time.

It’s like I’m free-falling and waiting for him to catch me. Which he does easily. Horek fits perfectly, like he was formed only for me. It’s utterly sublime. Lips meet mine. He kisses the hell out of me, and although it feels like we’ve done everything backwards, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He thrusts his tongue in my mouth and mimics the movement of his hips. The sounds Horek draws from me are unlike any I’ve ever made before. They make me feel sexy, slutty, and needy. What he’s doing to me isn’t enough.

“More.” I’m not above begging, apparently.

“Anything for my heart’s fire.” He hits a spot inside me so deep I didn’t know was possible. Then he does it again. And again.

There’s a sudden urge to pee and I nearly panic. That doesn’t stop him. Horek continues pounding into me. I want to tell him to wait. To give me a chance to try and make the urge go away, but he’s an animal with a single focus. He reaches between us and plays my clit like a finely tuned instrument. A flood of wetness gushes out of me against my will and my cheeks heat with mortification.

Oh my god, did I just pee myself or did I squirt?

Straight on its heels is a powerful orgasm and it no longer matters. It crashes over me like a tsunami. I’m battered, but not bruised. The couch beneath me is utterly soaked. Please don’t be pee . At last Horek releases a guttural sound that reverberates through me and sends another tremor down my spine. He throws his head back and roars. The muscles in his neck are drawn taut and his arms shake like he’s struggling to hold himself above me.

The seed erupts from his cock and coats my inner walls. Horek rolls his pelvis and I swear he settles even deeper, almost locking himself within my core. Like he doesn’t want any of his come to escape. Maybe he doesn’t. He near collapses on top of me—still half hard—and the weight of him warms my body.

“That was beautiful,” he rasps against my ear. “ You are beautiful.”

“You make me feel that way.” Horek raises himself up onto his elbows and stares down at me with a questioning look. “Has no one else?”

I shrug a little self-consciously. He withdraws his cock from me and tucks himself back into his pants. I move to get up and grab mine he tossed away, but his palm between my breasts halts me.

“Lie still. I’ll be right back.” He walks toward an open door off the living area and from here I see a bed.

Seconds later, there’s the sound of running water. It shuts off and Horek returns with a cloth in his hand. To my surprise, he cleans me. Or at least, he wipes my inner thighs. His heated gaze zeroes in on my center and the flames in his eyes, which I’d thought extinguished, flare to life. He blinks, and they die to only a flicker, but remain burning.

He lifts me off the couch, settles back onto it away from the giant wet spot we left, and sets me across his thighs still bare-assed. I squirm but his firm grip on my hip makes me freeze.

“Now, tell me why no one else has made my heart’s fire feel beautiful.”