He looked good there, with his strong legs spread wide and surrounded by starlight.
She ran her hand up his thighs. Last night, while satisfying, had been cloaked in darkness. She wanted to explore. “Can I touch your tail?”
“Always.” He shifted and his tail landed in his lap with a heavy thunk.
She ran a hand down its length, feeling the strength in the corded muscles. The skin felt different from the rest of him, a bit rougher. Segmented, the tail looked like it would move in a jerking, disjointed manner, like links in a chain, but she had witnessed it swaying behind Havik plenty of times to know that was not true. It moved with grace. Now that she could feel the raw strength of it, she found it hard to believe that it was purely for sex and not a weapon.
“The barb is just to feel good?” She ran a finger along it but did not break the skin.
“Only for my mate. Only you.”
“Can you feel this?”
He hesitated, then nodded. “Sensation is stronger at the base. When you grabbed it last night—”
“You liked it?”
“Yes. More than anything,” he breathed.
She glanced down to the floor, his earnestness turning her suddenly shy. Silly. “I like this,” she said. “Seeing you. Talking about what we like.”
“Agreed.” He caressed the side of her face; his tail thumped in his lap.
She licked her lips and suddenly needed to find something out. She stroked the length of his tail, relishing the feel of the rough skin under her hand. “Good?”
“Very.”
She licked his tail, his rough skin bumping and scraping against her tongue. He groaned and the tail twitched out of her grasp. “Not good?”
“Too good. I could not remain still,” he answered, his voice growing husky.
“What about here?” She held the end of his tail to her mouth, pressing the barb to her lips.
He watched her like she was the most fascinating creature in the universe, his pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black, and she loved the feeling of power that came with such desire. He was a monstrous man, huge and sullen. Strangers avoided him and scattered when he frowned. Yet here was the dangerous warrior melting under her touch. She loved the way he unabashedly showed his pleasure, reveling in it.
“I love you,” she whispered, then licked around the base of the barb. His taste was metallic here.
His hand tightened the grip in her hair. “Careful.”
“I thought you said the first prick was the strongest?”
“The skin of your mouth is thin. I do not want to hurt you.”
Carefully, she kissed the flat side of the barb. Her hands dropped to his thighs, his muscles flexing underneath her touch. “May I? I want to see you.”
He nodded.
She mouthed over the cloth covering his groin. He fumbled, lifted his hips, and pushed his clothing down.
Thalia paused.
Huh.
The smooth red bulge was not what she expected. She had seen it, briefly, when he failed to lock the shower door but last night, he had a dick or something that felt like a dick.
“My cock is internal. It will protrude when I’m ready,” he said.
“Hmm.” She leaned to kiss the bulge. Havik’s anatomy was different but it was him. No part of him was too weird and evolution played out differently across the universe. His home world had a high level of radiation, so internal junk had to be an adaptation.
The head of his cock poked through a slit, dark purple and leaking. Thalia kissed the head and licked the length of the slit. Havik hissed, his hand on her head, guiding her. Emboldened, her tongue probed the slit. He was warm here, concentrated musk and heat. His flesh felt solid and firm.
“I’m—” he moaned, giving scant warning as his length suddenly increased. His cock stood thick and proud and…very alien. Short spines, a vivid purple clustered under the head. The base had slightly longer spines of a deeper purple. Given the girth and the spikes, his cock resembled a club and not in the fun, poundy way.
Thalia sat back on her heels. “Huh.”
Internal dick? Not even worth mentioning. Little jabby spikes? She should back away because his dick looked like a weapon, but she had already experienced it. She woke that morning wonderfully sore, parts of herself tender for the first time in ages.
“My anatomy is different from a Terran male’s,” he said.
“I like it,” she said, forcing her eyes away from his monster cock and looking him in the eyes. She wrapped a hand around the base, her fingers barely touching. In her hands, he looked even larger. Somehow, she was going to get that down her throat. Probably not immediately, but she was willing to put in the practice.
She stroked upward, the spines ticking under the palm. Yes. She could see the benefit to those.
“They're flexible. Is this what felt so amazing last night?” she asked, her hand twisting around the head and going down again.
Havik groaned, low and primal. “Yes. Rolusdreus females require stimulation.”
“I’m a big fan of stimulation. What do you call this?” Her hand brushed the short spines.
“That is my glans saab.”
“And this?” She stroked the longer spines at the bottom, eliciting another moan.
“Saab maxu.” He lifted off the chair.
A vein decorated the underside of his cock. She couldn’t resist a lick and traced the vein’s path. Emboldened, she kissed and licked the lower spines. The texture was…interesting. They would tickle too much if they were in her mouth, but his size prevented that from happening. The ones under the head, though—
Thalia opened wide and swirled her tongue around the head. The spines brushed against her tongue and lips. The sensation was different but enjoyable. Last night she had nothing but praise for the spines. She was a big fan of his giant purple alien dick.
Five stars. Would recommend.
A possessive need surged deep in her, because Havik was hers and she wasn’t inclined to share.
Havik
