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Chapter Fifteen

Amara

At first, it’s hard to tell what I’m looking at.

Roth’kar certainly does not have a human penis, I can say that much.

It appears to be more like two penises clasped together with ridges, where the ridges interlock to form a single shaft.

When Roth’kar inhales a deep breath, they suddenly part, revealing that they are, in fact, two halves of a single whole.

They curl back like a maw opening, waving in the air before they close and lock together again.

I have never, ever seen anything like it. It is distinctly alien, distinctly strange—and utterly compelling. How does it work? What would it feel like?

“Do you want to stop?” Roth’kar asks, his cheeks now an even darker, ruddier purple. “If you are not ready?—”

“No, no.” I wave my hands. “It’s okay. I’m just surprised. You’re right, it’s very different.”

The alien penis is definitely erect, and as the two halves squeeze together, the tines along the edges protrude. Those can’t possibly be sharp—they look soft and rounded, and I wonder what texture they are.

“Can I touch it?” I ask, peering up into Roth’kar’s blue eyes. He’s staring back at me, his expression the picture of discomfort.

“S-sure. If you want to.”

I have no idea what to expect as I stroke the left side with just two fingers, testing the surface.

It’s soft, with loose skin that moves up and down much like a foreskin.

The two halves part at my touch and curl toward me, seeking more.

I trace a finger over the ridges that run along the edge of each one, and they’re perfectly pliable, soft to the touch and made of flesh like the rest of him.

A shiver ripples through me, wondering what they would feel like.

Roth’kar grips the back of the couch as the two halves come together again. With care and gentleness, I wrap my hand around both, squeezing ever so slightly, and he groans.

“Is that… good?” I stroke up and then down again. The ridges extend outward under my hand, creating a bumpy texture.

“Oh yes,” Roth’kar answers quickly. “That’s wonderful.”

I notice at the tips of each half are slits—dual urethras, how interesting—and pre-cum is already gathering there. I wonder what sort of anatomy a female Karthinian has.

And I wonder if Karthinians enjoy blowjobs, too.

I lick my lips as I stroke him a hair faster, letting my hand drag from the tapered heads all the way down to the root.

Underneath hangs a pair of surprisingly human-looking balls, but lacking any hair there the way a human would have.

In fact, his whole crotch is hairless, and it’s yet another interesting difference between us.

Roth’kar’s head drifts back, his spine arching as I really get into the rhythm. Two of his hands are curled into fists, while the other two grab onto whatever they can.

“Roth’kar,” I murmur, getting his attention. I lean forward, changing my position on the couch so I’m on my knees in front of him.

“Mm, yes?”

“Can I put my mouth on you?”

His eyebrows rise high on his forehead. “Your mouth? On my culans?”

“Is that what they’re called?”

“Y-yes.” He’s watching me carefully. “Do whatever you like.”

Emboldened, I lower my head and lick the tip of one side. It spasms, so I repeat the motion with the other one, earning the same reaction. I resume stroking, but only at the base as I ease the tapered tip between my lips.

When I bring him into my mouth, Roth’kar lets out an unguarded groan.

“ Shavek ,” he mutters, which must be a Karthinian word that doesn’t translate. Perhaps a curse or a prayer. “That is incredible.”

I’ve barely begun. Thinking wicked thoughts, I keep him shallow for a few moments, sucking and circling with my tongue.

Then, as he shivers under me, I sink his culans deep into my throat.

I take it as far as I can, and I’m rewarded by Roth’kar’s hips bucking up off the couch.

The ridges tickle as I swallow them up, then hollow my cheeks and suck as I pull him back out again.

“Oh, Amara.” When I look up, his culans still buried in my mouth, my alien is staring down at me with huge, black pupils. “That is exquisite. Is this… also kissing?”

I almost choke on his alien dick. Carefully, I slide him out from between my lips.

“This, my friend, is a blowjob.”

His culans flex in my hands, those soft teeth extending and shuddering.

“It is an incredible thing,” Roth’kar says, almost reverently. “This blowjob .”

“Do you not do this back home?”

“No. It is…” He tries to find the right words. “Ah, intercourse is perfunctory. It is not a dance, a tease, as this is.”

I think I understand. He’s never had a lot of foreplay and just dove right into the thick of things before.

“It’s an exploration, too,” I offer, still stroking him with a gentle, measured evenness.

“A way for us to get to know each other better.” Already, spending all this time with his bizarre, wonderful cock has made me…

thirsty. I have a craving between my thighs, imagining this inside me.

What would it feel like when those two halves separated? What could they do?

“I would be getting to know you better if you weren’t wearing so many clothes,” Roth’kar says, a little hint of a smirk on his face.

“Then let me fix that.” I release him, and the two culans separate, waving in the air while I reach for the zipper on my skirt. Then I pull it down, and while I’m at it, I toss away my underwear, too.

Roth’kar’s gaze is pinned on me. “Now I would like to be the one to explore.”

I lean back on the couch arm as he crawls toward me. He takes my ankles in his lower hands, the upper ones roaming upward, to my calf and over my knee, then to my thighs. It’s amazing how he can be in so many places at once.

“I read about humans, as much as I could,” Roth’kar says, running his thumbs over the inside of my thigh. “But none of it compares to seeing you.”

I trimmed down my bush recently, wondering if we might get to this point, but I didn’t shave anything. Maybe I should have, knowing that Karthinians don’t have hair there like we do.

But, if anything, Roth’kar seems to find it interesting, skating one palm over my flank to the curly hair at the crux of my legs. He tangles his finger in it, studying it. Then he lowers that finger, trailing it down one of the lips of my pussy.

“Ah, there it is,” he says, and I wonder what he’s talking about for only a split second before he touches my clit.

It’s a burst of sensation, wonderful and welcome.

Roth’kar tilts his head. “The Fact Sheet was not incorrect about the clitoris, it seems.” He touches me a few more times experimentally.

Fact Sheet? I wish I’d gotten one of those.

“Try rubbing it,” I tell him, already growing desperate for more. So he does, keeping the pressure light, his eyes on my face as I gasp and shiver. It’s one thing to touch yourself, as I have been doing for the last few years, and another thing when it’s someone else.

“I need lubrication,” Roth’kar mutters. He looks down at his own groin, then whisks the tip of his finger through the pre-cum he’s been dripping for some time now. When he rubs me again, it’s wetter, and he glides back and forth like a dream.

Wow. That was exceedingly hot.

One of his lower hands drops to his culans, wrapping around them while he teases me. That’s really hot, too—that he can hold my ass in place, touch my clit, and touch himself at the same time.

Fuck, and he’s so good at it. He varies his patterns and pressure, winding me up and then dragging it out, until I’m jerking against his hand and craving something inside me.

“Tell me what to do,” Roth’kar says in a quiet voice, leaning over me. “Tell me how best to please you. Can I give you the blowjob? As you did for me?”

Oh, he wants to eat me out? Fuck yes.

“Please,” I manage while he continues his circuit. “Yes, do that. But first…” I take his hand in mine, and he stops his attack on my clit, allowing me to guide him lower. I watch his face as his finger slips between my folds, reaching the wetness inside.

Roth’kar nods in understanding, and carefully explores, sifting through the layers until he reaches my entrance. There, he pushes his finger in, and it slides gloriously into me.

“Yes, like that,” I praise him, and his antennae perk up.

“Shall I blowjob you and do this at the same time?”

I nod feverishly. I like the soft, shy smile that crosses his face as he crouches down between my legs, his sculpted ass in the air, and brushes his tongue over my clit.

“Oh, damn,” I moan. He slides that finger in deeper, and his mouth absolutely goes to town.

He licks, sucks, kisses, caresses—all the words in the dictionary for whatever his tongue and lips are doing.

Once his hand is buried in me as far as it can go, he withdraws, still keeping his touch gentle, and then pushes it in again.

And fuck, it’s so good that I’m shaking, and my pleasure is a living thing snaking up my spine.

“Use two of them,” I manage to whimper. I need more, so much more.

Immediately, there’s a second finger there, and I’m so wet that it slides in easily. Now that he’s using both of them, his rhythm speeds up as my moans rise in volume. God, he’s so good at this I might just blow up into a million pieces.

“Amara,” Roth’kar says, and I glance down to see him observing me over my pubic hair, his mouth wet. “You are delicious.”

A shiver runs along my spine as he ducks his head down again to devour me. I’m clutching his hair, keening as he pumps his fingers faster, his tongue flicking my clit every which way until all my muscles tighten and sparks fly behind my closed eyelids.

And then I crack. It’s like a pot boiling over as my orgasm races through me, an acute, powerful bliss unlike anything I can achieve with just my vibrator.

Slowly, Roth’kar withdraws his hand and smooths it over my hypersensitive clit. He crouches over me, his lower hand urgently stroking his culans. “I do not want to rush you, but I would very much like to?—”

“Fuck me,” I demand, reaching to cover his hands with mine. He releases himself, letting me run my palms up and down his cock—or that’s what I’m calling it, anyway.

“Fuck…?” He squints at me. “A curse word. The translator does not want to elaborate.”

Despite the intimacy of this moment, I have to laugh.

“It means have sex with me. But do it fast and hard.”

His eyes widen significantly. Then, nodding, Roth’kar lifts my thighs and positions himself between them.

I watch with curiosity as his culans part, and one of them strokes over my clit, which makes my body riot again.

The other one brushes downward, through the lips of my pussy and over my entrance.

This is as wonderful as it is insane. Yes, I am going to have sex with my new alien husband and his toothy tentacle penis. And why shouldn’t I? I’m a woman with her own job and her own condo in 2029. I can do what I want.

Roth’kar wraps his fist around the base of his cock, and the culans obediently come back together, their tines interlocking once more until they’re a smooth shaft with ridges along the sides. I watch with amazement as the tapered tip slips through my folds, and easily, my pussy opens for it.

While still gripping himself with his lower hands, Roth’kar reaches up with the higher pair and flicks my nipples, and it’s incredible his brain can be in both places at once.

Then more of him pushes through, and now those softened ridges are making themselves known.

And holy fuck, does it feel like nothing else on this earth.

I gasp as it widens me, pushing into me.

Roth’kar grunts, releasing himself as he sinks in deeper.

Oh, those two tentacled things are not small, either, and the stretch sends shockwaves through me.

“You are so wet,” he says, biting his lip as he pauses his descent, then pulls himself back. “And so tight around me.” Soft teeth once again drag over the inside of me, and I can’t help the cry that escapes.

My voice comes out as a whimper. “And you feel absolutely amazing.”

I finally look up, as fascinated as I’ve been with the sight of him sliding inside me.

Roth’kar’s blue eyes are even brighter than before, and he lowers his head toward mine as he thrusts deeper.

And that texture, I can barely stand it as every movement of his hips drags those delightful tines in and out.

“My culans have ached for you, Amara,” he says, lowering his body on top of mine, his second set of hands gripping my hips while his upper one cradles my cheek. “They have longed only to please you.”

“They are pleasing me—” I moan as Roth’kar reaches a new depth inside me. “—immensely.”

“Good.” He nips at my lips, and when they open, he fucks me with his mouth, too, his tongue lashing mine while he maintains a steady, even rhythm.

That’s when I feel it. The culans are separating inside me, spreading open, pushing me wider as Roth’kar continues pumping his hips.

Now the stretch feels almost impossible, and I let out a strangled cry.

Those tines are brushing over something wonderful inside me, and my whole body spasms with each of his thrusts.

Usually, the few times I’ve slept with men, it takes me eons to get there with just vaginal sex—but right now, I’m standing in the shadow of an immense climax, and with every intentional movement, Roth’kar is driving it closer and closer.

“Ah! Please!” I sob, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for.

But he takes it as an invitation to fuck me faster, harder, and I’m clinging onto him so tight I wonder if I’m hurting him.

My legs are wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, as that shadow over me grows taller and taller.

“Yes, Amara. My beautiful human.” Roth’kar looks into my eyes, and the endless blue of them threatens to swallow me up. He is beautiful, too. “Give it all to me. Come apart.”

So I do. I break into pieces in his arms, a full-throated scream escaping from my throat as the shadow crashes down, and then the sheer, crushing bliss steals my breath.

Roth’kar lets out a guttural groan, slamming into me again and again.

His culans fill me up even more, and I’m squeezing down so hard I might just burst into nothing.

When he unleashes, Roth’kar’s eyes roll back and something hot and wet gushes inside me. He shudders all over, his lower hands digging into my flesh. Another shudder travels through both of us as I clench around him, our pleasure a shared being between us.

Roth’kar drops onto two elbows so our bodies are flush, and I can see my own satisfaction reflected in his eyes.

Wow. I just got railed by an alien, and it might have been the best thing to ever happen to me.