“How many times did he mate you?”
“We didn’t really…it was only a few times before we broke up,” I answered. “I’ve never had…I’m not really a sex kind of girl.”
“And just what do you mean by that?” Wexxon smirked as he moved closer to the bed. “Are you saying that you do not enjoy it?”
“No,” I replied. “I enjoy it, usually, when I can actually get to that point with someone. I’m just…too self-conscious for it. It’s…sometimes hard for me to believe that someone else wants me that way.”
“Hmm.” Wexxon brought a hand down toward the underside of my jaw, forcing me to look up at him by placing his finger underneath my chin. “You, Rachel Waters, are the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen. Any male would have to be an idiot to not want you.”
“Wexxon…” I murmured his name as an unmistakable shudder of desire moved through my system.
What the fuck?
Was I seriously on the verge of getting wet for an alien? I tried to keep myself in check, reminding myself that I’d been forced into a marriage and was technically his prisoner more than anything else. But when I looked back over into Wexxon’s eyes, another shudder moved right through me, a familiar wetness forming between my legs.
Fuck.
I’m seriously fucked up, aren’t I?
Wexxon eyed me up and down for a moment before he brought his free hand down between my thighs, his fingers not wasting any time exploring my pink folds. And I whimpered as he gently dragged his fingertips all across my labia, rubbing the exterior parts as he quietly hemmed and hawed.
But when those same fingertips found my clit, gently roaming across the sensitive nub, a small moan escaped from my lips.
“Ah.” Wexxon grinned back at me. “There it is. I was starting to wonder if any part of you was truly as sensitive as a Xelxar female’s.”
Before I had a chance to respond, Wexxon was softly rolling my clit between his fingertips, his eyes locked on mine, and he continued with the motion. And I was whimpering and moaning against him, my hands resting on his chest as his fingers played with me, my pussy only getting wetter and wetter for him.
“Wexxon…Wexxon…” It was so strange hearing myself moan his name, but at the same time, nothing felt more natural in the world. I was more comfortable with him than I’d ever been with any guy back on Earth, feeling less judged and more connected, like all Wexxon wanted to focus on was my pleasure.
“If I taste you, Rachel…” Wexxon started the question, his fingers still expertly playing with my clit. “Will tasting you melt my face? Are the same chemicals you sprayed Radpor with…are they inside you?”
Yes.
Yes, if you put your mouth on me, you’re going to melt.
Yes, if you try to fuck me, it’s going to kill you.
I wanted to lie. I knew that I should’ve lied, should’ve made it so Wexxon would’ve never tried to touch me again.
But instead, I moaned out the truth. “No. It’s not the same. You can…you can taste me.”
As soon as I finished replying, I felt Wexxon gently push my frame back toward the bed as he shifted his own frame down between my thighs.
And then his mouth was on me. His tongue was so much wider than I ever could’ve expected, able to touch every inch of my pussy, all at once, drowning my clit between his lips. But his tongue wasn’t just wide, it was flexible, too, narrowing down its tip just enough to slide into my pussy, while the rest of his tongue licked and lapped everywhere else.
God.
Oh my God.
It was like being fingered and eaten out at the same time, except turned up by a million degrees. I felt myself starting to shamelessly ride Wexxon’s tongue, my thighs opening even wider for him, wanting to give him as much of me as he wanted to take.
“Wexxon! Wexxon!” My moaning for him turned into screams of pure pleasure as I continued to ride his face, my hips rocking against his mouth. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m so close—Fuck!”
My hips started to violently shake against his face, an orgasm tearing right through me. I was still screaming his name, even as a wave of pleasure crashed through me and all around my frame, even as Wexxon’s tongue still tasted me, still ate me out despite the stars that began to swim behind my eyes.
When I was finally able to catch my breath, I slowly opened my mouth, ready to tell Wexxon that I was ready for his cock, that this was the part where the males back on Earth would usually fuck me and fall asleep. But before I had a chance to say a word, I felt Wexxon’s hands reach up toward my breasts, his fingers soon rolling my sensitive nipples between his fingertips.
And I groaned as my lower abdomen clenched, another orgasm threatening to rise right to the surface. “Wexxon. Wait—”
“When you were screaming my name, I noticed that your nipples had grown hard,” he said, like he was describing the results of a science experiment. “I assume they play some part in the mating process?”
“Wexxon, I don’t know if I can handle—”
“Do you like it when I touch them?” he asked, sidestepping my response as he gently tugged at my nipples, a moan soon escaping my throat. “It seems like you do, but I want to be sure.”
“…I like it when you touch them,” I admitted. “I like it when you touch me.”
“You taste even better than I ever could’ve imagined in my wildest dreams.” He smiled as he spoke. “I fear that I’m going to spend the rest of my years locked in here with you, wasting all our time in bed together.”
Yes, please.
I wanted to kick myself for my immediate reaction, knowing full well that I needed to find a way off this planet, not spend the rest of my days letting Wexxon have his way with me, no matter how good he was making me feel.
But just as I was on the verge of having a cohesive thought of escape, Wexxon’s fingers were playing with my chest again, tugging at my sensitive nubs. His mouth was back on my pussy, too, his tongue slipping inside me and working my clit just as his hands were working my nipples in a steady rhythm, all at the same time.
I am going to explode.
I am going to die.
There was no way that I was ever going to be able to survive this kind of pleasure, my body already feeling so overwhelmed by it. And as I came against Wexxon’s mouth for a second time, I whimpered, my legs shaking as Wexxon’s tongue dipped even further inside me.
“Wexxon…please…”
“What do you need, my little warrior?” Wexxon asked as he rose his face away from between my thighs. “What do you require?”
“I…” My cheeks went red as I realized what I was about to ask my alien husband to do. “I…um…this is usually the part where we mate.”
“You want me to mate with you now?” Wexxon seemed confused. “The females on Xelxar often require ten orgasms or more before they’re prepared to mate.”
“…Ten orgasms?” My mouth fell open with surprise. “Wexxon, if you try to give me ten orgasms, back-to-back, you’re going to kill me. I told you. I’m not like you.”
“Yes, I know.” Wexxon smiled. “You’re such a soft, precious thing, my little warrior.”