Page 55 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid

“Mm, in bed? Definitely the slang.” She subtly rocked her hips into his touch. “Sounds dirtier. But I should probably—oh—teach you both. As an emissary for humanity, and all.”

“Of course, you’re right,” he said eagerly.

“Well, then.” Her fingers led his along the plump tissue that framed her slit. “These are my major labia.” His fingers dipped back within, where the skin was slick and hot. “These are my minor labia.” Her hand guided his to cup her. “Andallof this is my vulva.”

She craned her neck to look up at him. Her pupils were blown so wide that her eyes looked black.

“But you can call it my pussy,” she purred.

He moved so quickly that she shrieked in surprise, bracing her hands on his shoulders as he picked her up by her waist and turned.

“Rentir!”

“I want to look at you.”

“Oh,” she said on a sigh, subsiding as he carried her over to a pile of pillows beneath the awning where the tables sat.

He kicked them until they made a nest worthy of her and lowered her to the ground. Her knees fell wide without any prompting from him, and he saw why there was no hesitation in her. She was beautiful.

He knelt between her splayed thighs. His hands skimmed up her soft flesh as he ducked his head, wanting to study her more closely.

“Major labia,” he murmured, tracing over them. His fingers dipped between those plush lips, spreading them wide to reveal the glistening, pink flesh beneath. He brushed over the delicate petals there. “Minor labia.” He palmed her roughly, watching her face contort at the touch. “Vulva.”

She made a wordless sound that he took for confirmation, gazing down at him with heavy-lidded eyes as she panted.

He eased his hand away, lowering himself until he was close enough to taste her. Every breath filled his lungs with her heady arousal, stoking the same mindless frenzy he’d been battling since he’d first found her.

“Pussy,” he purred, and then his tongue swept over her. His eyes rolled back as her flavor burst across his tongue, indescribable and distinctly her own. He forgot what he was supposed to be doing—seeking her guidance—in favor of ravenously devouring her.

“Yesss,” she breathed, her back arching off the pillows. Her hands caught at his horns, using them for leverage, pressing her pussy more insistently against his tongue.

He dragged his tongue in a meandering path between the lips of her sex, seeking every drop of her essence. When he trailed over the little nub at her apex, she made a breathless sound of pleasure, thighs squeezing around his head. He pried them apart, looking up at her.

“What is this?” He ducked his head and teased it with the tip of his tongue.

“Clit!” she cried, twitching. “It’s my clitoris, and it’s too much!”

He eased off, watching her catch her breath.

“It feels good, but not—not when you touch it directly like that.” She dipped a hand between her legs to demonstrate, using three fingers to distribute the pressure more evenly as she stroked tight circles over the area. Her hips bucked toward his mouth, and he left her to her strumming, licking at the fresh dew that gathered as she took her pleasure.

His questing tongue found a little divot between her lips, and he pressed inside, discovering the source of her slick arousal. She cried out as he stuffed his tongue inside as deep as it would go.

“Fuck, your tongue is long,” she cried, thighs trembling.

Yes, it was, and used it to explore the texture of her inner walls as they clenched around him. She was so tight. This had to be where his cock was meant to go, but… he would never fit. Human males must have been much smaller than he was. Despair crept in, but he smothered it. He would not be ungrateful. However he could be intimate with her, any way he could bring her pleasure, was a blessing. He did not intend to squander it.

Sucking at her, he withdrew his tongue with a wet sound.

“What is this channel called?” he asked her, stroking it gently with his fingertip.

She twitched her hips away, wincing. “Claws,” she barked, trying to press her thighs together.

He frowned, sitting back. “Claws? Truly?”

She made a sound of frustration and then laughed, shaking her head. “No, your claws. They can’t go inside of me, Rentir.”

He frowned down at his claws in annoyance for a long moment before bringing them to his mouth. Her brows climbed as he bit off the sharpened tips of his first two fingers. He settled back down between her thighs, stroking her entrance again.