Page 27 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid (Hybrids of Yulaira #1)

The broken noise Rentir made as she worked his cock went through her like a jolt to her core. God, she felt powerful. His glowing eyes were at half mast, his face caught in a grimace that looked as much like pain as it did pleasure.

Something had come over her as he begged her for relief. Temporary insanity. She felt helpless not to take what he was offering up on a platter—an escape from the crushing weight of everything still going wrong around them.

She’d never been the take-charge type in bed, ironically.

Mostly, her sexual history was a lot of casual hook-ups where she let the other party rush through the motions so they could both get the easy release they were after.

A way to blow off steam and little more.

When she’d decided to touch him, she expected more of the same.

The two of them clumsily coming together for release—maybe more clumsily than usual, given that he had to be a virgin.

But this… this felt like something else. Like she was ushering Rentir to some kind of revelation. She would have felt like a narcissist for having such a self-important thought, but the way he was looking at her… goose bumps prickled over her flesh at his intensity.

He collapsed back onto his elbows as though he couldn’t bear his weight, his thighs tense as she pumped him slowly, letting him adjust to the newness of the sensation.

“Cordelia.” He begged again, his hips thrusting unevenly at her hand.

“You want more?”

He let out another of those alien whines, nodding as his tail slapped the water. She settled back onto her heels, working him faster.

His cock wasn’t so different from a human man’s.

It was hard to tell in the dark, but it seemed to be the same shade of lavender as the rest of him.

Instead of a single mushroom shape at the top of his cock, there were two thick ridges beneath the head, and an odd bulge near the base that she could already imagine stretching her as he bottomed out.

Oh, and it was glowing. The bulbous head was neon purple, just like the rest of his luminescent spots.

Progressively smaller spots of light trailed down the considerable length of him.

He was well-endowed, but not frighteningly so.

She didn’t see testicles beneath his shaft, so she guessed they were internal.

His head fell back, but his glowing green eyes stayed on her with singular focus as he began to pant. He looked like a demon with his lashing tail and his curling horns. All that corded muscle on his body rippled restlessly as she pleasured him.

Drunk on the power and helpless to stop herself, she held the base of his cock and lowered her head, dragging her tongue up his shaft. He gasped, his hips jerking, sliding his cock over her lips. She pulled back with a huffed laugh, narrowly keeping him from poking her eye out.

“Stay still,” she chided.

“Sorry.” He went unearthly still, except for the rise and fall of his chest. Even the twitching of his tail ceased.

When she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, he actually whimpered. His tail reached for her, and he snatched it in one hand, forcing it back down into the water.

“Don’t stop,” he said. “Please.”

She hummed around him as though she was considering it, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

His uninhibited pleasure was getting to her.

She was slick between her thighs, maybe wetter than she’d been in her life.

No man had ever been so responsive, so appreciative.

She took him deeper, working him with her hands and her mouth, swirling her tongue on the underside of his cock with every bob of her head.

The tension in his body ratcheted, little sounds escaping him with greater and greater frequency, and he looked down at her with adoration that made her heart break.

“Cordelia,” he groaned, breaking her name into its syllables. A great shudder passed over him.

She pulled back at the first pulse of his cock, moving just fast enough to aim the tip at her bare breasts.

Rentir cried out as cum lashed across them in a great stroke, and she was stunned to realize that even his seed glowed purple.

It was fainter than his markings, the color less saturated, but it was unmistakably fluorescent.

She kept pumping him as he came hard, spurting again and again over her breasts until she was painted with his glowing cum.

To her surprise, his cock seemed to be growing in size rather than going limp.

She watched in amazement as the twin bulges near the base of his shaft doubled in size. It pulsed hard in her hand, expanding until she was squeezing her thighs together, imagining what it would feel like to have it lodged inside her.

“What is this?” she murmured.

“My knot,” he panted. Somehow, he heard her even over the patter of the rain.

“You have a knot?”

“Of course. Is that… is that strange?” His expression shifted from heavenly bliss to insecurity.

“No,” she said, squeezing him with gentle pressure. “You’re perfect.”

His growing uneasiness subsided, and he flashed her a languid grin that revealed his pointed teeth. Already, the sight didn’t perturb her as it once had.

Rentir caught her hand in his own and dragged it to his mouth, pressing kisses over the back of her knuckles.

“Thank you,” he rasped, nuzzling the back of her hand. “That was incredible. You are… beyond all description. Thank you.”

He used her hand to pull her into him, settling her between his legs as she had been in the tree the night before. His purring was so intense that it rattled her ribs. What was it about that sound that teased all the tension out of her muscles?

She looked down at her breasts, at the glowing lines of cum that painted them. One of her nipples was shining like a nightlight. The sight made her laugh.

“What’s funny?” His lips brushed the curve of her ear as he murmured to her.

“I’m covered in glowing jizz,” she said in a droll tone, swiping a glob off her breast and flicking it away. The rain was diluting it, but whatever his semen was made of was thick enough to resist being easily rinsed.

“Don’t,” he said, grabbing her hand. “Leave it.” His cheek rubbed over hers like he was a cat claiming his territory.

“I can’t leave it, Rentir.” Her words were stern, but she was grinning at the absurdity of the situation. “Human women do not walk around covered in dried, glowing cum.”

“It won’t glow in the light,” he said defensively.

That only made her laugh again. “That is not the pertinent part of what I said.”

He dipped his head, snuffling at the curve of her neck. “But you smell like me,” he said, tone dripping with sultry possessiveness. “Like mine.”

Her pussy throbbed at the words, even as she scoffed. “What’s a good time for you will be a very sticky, musky time for me. The cum gets washed off.”

He growled, nipping her shoulder, but he cupped a handful of water and poured it over her chest all the same.

She laid her head back against his shoulder and closed her eyes as he lazily washed her, smoothing his hands over her chest and rinsing them in the water before returning to the task.

She’d never done this with anyone before.

Either her hookup was out the door, or she was the moment they caught their breath. It was… nice.

When all six of his fingers danced over her nipple, she squirmed in his embrace. Her pussy was still throbbing with unsatisfied arousal, but she’d been content to leave it at that until he started petting her.

“What is it?” he asked, voice husky in her ear.

“Feels good.”

Experimentally, he strummed his fingers over her again, earning a soft gasp. “Your breasts are sensitive?”

“Very.”

His purring grew louder as he circled the erect peak with one finger, tracing the edges of her areola. “Do you… also take release?” He pinched her gently, making her back arch as she bit back on a groan.

“Y-yes. I do.”

“Can you come from this?” He cupped both breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs.

“No,” she gasped, though she was beginning to wonder if she could.

His hands paused their exploration, allowing the tension in her spine to release. “Your anatomy is different,” he said in a tone that sounded like an apology. “I… I am not sure how to please you.”

Of course—she was sure they didn’t bother covering sex ed with the hybrids. They were purpose-bred, little more than organic machines to the Aurillon. The thought spiked anger within her.

Her hands pressed over Rentir’s, threading their fingers together. “I can show you. Do you want that, Rentir?”

“Yes.”