Page 61 of Sway’s Peace (Delivery Service #2)

Grace

Grace had seen alien cocks before. Though it hadn’t really been her jam, she’d investigated alien porn before.

They were both somehow more varied and less so than human porn.

There was a lot more in the way of sex toys and the various ways to pleasure someone, but there was also a lot less kinks.

Kink culture was something nearly unique to humans.

There were cultures that had outright outlawed things a human would deem weird but not worthy of being illegal.

But since porn wasn’t really something that got her going, she hadn’t indulged much. The first time she saw a tentacle style penis, she’d decided she’d had enough and moved on. There were vibrators even in space and she had her imagination if she needed it.

That being said, she couldn’t remember seeing a farasie dick in her foray into the naughty. It looked like a sex toy, perfectly shaped and slick and colorful .

The shaft was lined with ridges, from the head all the way to the base, each one circling around the underside and coming to a point aimed at his groin.

They continued all the way down to the opening where it emerged from his body.

The final ring was larger, thicker than the others, and the point it came to, right above his shaft, reminded her almost of her clit.

It was larger though, more like a knot of wood on a tree.

Judging by where it sat, it would rub her exactly right.

The head was cone shaped, continuing the curve of his shaft, and the ridge of the helmet had the same pointed ring shape as the ridges that spawned off of it.

There were no veins she could see. It was smooth and shiny, like a piece of silicon cast perfectly.

It was also slick, as was typical of penises that were stored inside the body.

It made its own lubrication for its emergence.

And it was colorful like a sex toy. Bright fuchsia pink at the base, slowly transitioning in color to a deep purple at the head.

It was beautiful. And that was such a weird thought to have about a dick, but it really was.

Like the glamor shots of a dildo put up on sex toy sites advertising their latest and greatest.

A pretty dick. And she wanted it. She was actually envious when he grasped the shaft and began working his slick fingers up and down, mixing their juices together.

Then, he asked if she was afraid. And it had that musical tone in his voice. That rough, husky tone, like a smoker singing in a dim jazz bar. And she had to have him inside her. She had to feel that picture perfect dick stirring her up.

She grabbed him by the face, jerking him in. Kissing him eagerly, before putting one hand to the table and leaning back. Pulling him over her. Not all the way down. Just enough that she was opened up to him and he had space he needed to place the head of his cock at her entrance.

Which he did. And she shivered, because the skin was hotter than she expected. A furnace, branding her with the heat and pressure as he pushed forward. Spreading her open. Stretching her out.

Then, the ridge of the head popped inside her.

Her entrance closed around it and she shuddered.

It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one.

And it was only enhanced when he continued, pushed another ring into her.

And another. And another. Each one bigger, wider than the last. The stretch of the pressure increasing, then easing, coming in waves as he slowly entered, but never quite going away as the girth widened with each successive ring.

He was only about halfway in when it became too much. She cried out, head falling back, an orgasm ripping through her-

-nearly ruined when he suddenly yanked himself free. He pulled back so quickly, making her experience those ridges all in rapid reverse, that she squealed. It was great, but with his retreat, she was left bereft and empty.

Whimpering, filled with a combination of pleasure from her fading orgasm and disappointment, she gave him a sad look.

“Why…?” She barely managed to breathe.

“Not yet,” he grunted, breathing fast, his feathers all standing on end. Crest fully extended. The look in his eyes was wild, fire and ice burning together, as his hand clenched against her hip, squeezing her so tight it ached. “You can’t yet.”

“But… It’s okay. I-I can go again. I can.

” Honestly, she wasn’t sure she could. Grace was a one and done kind of girl.

Especially with her vibrator, which had been her only companion since coming into space.

Even now, her body was shaky and weak, wanting to lay down and bask in the afterglow of two orgasms – even if the second one was partially aborted.

“If you come, I come,” Sway said, the rough words in that delicious tone nearly setting her off again. It was a delicious threat and promise.

“Wha…?” Was all she could manage in response.

He took hold of her hips and pressed his head against her entrance again before repeating. “If you come, I will come. A male farasie will come if his partner does. And I am not through with you yet.”

With that, he slammed deep in one quick, almost violent thrust. The shock of it after the careful way he entered her before was enough to drive the very air from her lungs, stealing the scream before it could emerge, turning it into a choked gasp that was not at all sexy.

But Sway groaned, grinding into her. Whispering in her ear, “Yes. Sing for me. I need to hear it.”

The sound of his voice was driving her insane. Her eyes were rolling back on her head as she tightened her fingers, pulling some feathers out, but unable to release the grip she had on him. She knew she was making noises, but she couldn’t hear or control them.

She was completely and fully focused on the short, sharp snap of his hips every time he pounded back into her.

Hard enough to make the table rattle. Hard enough to bruise.

But she loved the force of it. The way that fleshy knot above his cock rubbed against her clit with each pass.

The overwhelming sensation of those ridges pulling in and out, stretching her entrance each time.

And the curve! The way the head curved up dragged against her inner walls just right, hitting her G-spot every time.

She couldn’t focus on anything she was doing or the noises she was making. She could hardly breathe.

The next orgasm began to build. She felt the familiar tightness in her pussy, in her lower belly, and it stole her voice as it approached. Closer and closer and-

Sway pulled free. Yanking himself out with a grunt. She screamed, the aborted orgasm striking like a blow to her heart. She reached between her legs, desperate to finish.

But she didn’t get far. Sway grabbed her wrist and yanked her off the table.

Her legs weren’t prepared, or even strong enough, to hold her.

But even as her knees were starting to buckle, he turned her around and pushed against her back so she fell laying on top of the table.

He smacked her ass, the wetness of his hand and feathers making a sharp ‘whack’ on her bare skin.

She gasped, tightening up. But before she could even register what he just did, he was there again, shoving himself all the way in. Pounding her blind with a ruthlessness she would never have suspected from her male.

Or maybe she would…

Shaking, rattling the table with each thrust, she turned her head and looked back. And shivered at what she saw.

That was cold Sway. The Sway that looked at the world with harsh, lifeless eyes. She knew that expression. It was never one he aimed at her.

But despite the iciness inherent in it, she wasn’t made cold. The sight of him, stripped down and laid bare, only made her tighten, back starting to arch.

He put a hand right there over her spine and shoved her back down. Keeping her in place as he rode her hard. Merciless. Demanding.

The part of Sway that he never let her see.

The part he just tried to hide from her.

But it was too late now. She’d already glimpsed him, the real him, the part of him that was capable of murder and torture and maiming.

A cold, hard part of him that cared nothing for others.

The evil part that was able to survive everything he’d been put through, then conceal itself behind a smile.

Because that’s what his smile was. Concealment. He wasn’t hiding from the world. He was just making sure the world didn’t witness what they were never meant to know.

That was who was fucking her now.

And she loved it.

Her screams went up in pitch as her body rocked and shuddered under his rough treatment.

She didn’t last long. The previous, threatened orgasm hadn’t fully faded away.

It didn’t take much before her eyes were rolling back and she was choking on a scream.

Her pussy clamped down, hard, on the rough, oddly shaped invader, and she could swear she felt every single line and ridge pressing against her from inside as Sway stilled.

He collapsed over her, grabbing her shoulder, trapping her in place.

And it was a good thing he did. A tiny, sharp pinch deep inside made her cry out. She jumped, more out of surprise than anything, but then it was gone. Overwhelmed and forgotten under the waves of numbing pleasure that rushed through her.

Warmth, hot and fluid, spread in her lower belly. But not where she expected. And not in a way that she was familiar with. What was…

The thought didn’t last in her broken brain for long.

She collapsed, shaking and breathing heavily, against the table, as Sway’s grip eased.

He remained on top of her, but he was gently dragging his nails through the strands of her hair.

Brushing them back as he whispered sweet nothings she wasn’t capable of understanding.

But she knew the sound of his voice, the sweet music he made for her.