"So, I take it we aren't going back to your home planet?" I shook my head in answer to her question, finally stepping away from the door to gather the books that were scattered everywhere.
"No. And we should hope they don't find us. Which they won't, as long as we don't go back." I knew it was a flimsy plan, even if she didn't. Coxians may not go to Earth, but they travel the stars in pairs looking for the women to take back to planet Cox. We would run into them eventually, and not many other species looked like humans do. We wouldn’t go unnoticed.
"And we can't go to Earth since I cut off that guy's cock," She mused, and I blinked. Her broad smile stretched at the memory she clearly treasured.
"We can't go back to Earth because it will drain our powers." She was clearly missing the bigger picture.
"Whatever. If you believe that then you must believe that my demon-toothed pussy will shrivel your cocks… but Fey seems to be fine." Her palms were flat on the table as she leaned forward, her dark eyes sparkling as she grinned at me, fully aware that having her arms like that was giving her some amazing cleavage.
I swallowed, trying to control the flares of passion that were taking over me again. I could practically feel the waves of heat that were moving off of me, heading straight for her. Her eyes glossed over the second they hit her, but this time she didn't glower and tell me to knock it off.
Still, I wasn't going to test out the book’s theories just yet. At least… not until she asked me to.
"I wouldn't know," I sounded as flustered as she was from trying to control the wave of lust that was attempting to explode from me. "I didn't inspect his cock."
"Shame.” She shrugged, eyes glittering as she smiled knowingly. “Well.... I know another way you can find out."
She leaned forward more, the dark ring of her nipples pressing against her arm, peeking out from the robe and sending my stomach flopping like a Geraniual Tarateella. Those things had far too many legs, and I swear I could feel each one swim through my gut.
“What’s the other way?” I managed to choke out, but I didn’t sound in control, even to me.
Kylie looked at me around the dark curtain of her hair, eyes inviting me to find the answer to my question within them. I knew the answer: she wanted sex. From the looks of it, she knew I wouldn’t say no, either.
Danik.
“Well, the other way is that you come over here and fuck me yourself. That is, if you’re willing.” She chuckled quietly, but I wasn’t sure what was going through that beautiful mind of hers.
“Are you asking me to?”
“Obviously.” I needed no further prompting. Finally, blessedly, I released my full power. It was like letting go of a breath I’d been holding onto for too long. Kylie cried out and staggered away from the desk she’d been leaning so seductively against, but I was there to catch her before she started to fall.
“You’re going to be the death of me, golden boy.” Kylie whispered, but her heart rate was up and I could smell her desire. Rolling her head back on a lust-weakened neck, she looked up at me until our eyes met. She was still clutched to my chest, and the moment was too perfect not to take advantage of.
I leaned forward until our lips met—barely—and kissed her gently. However, Kylie was having none of that, and used her arms to wrap around my neck and pull my face into hers forcefully.
Gasping, I responded the only way I knew how, which was to claim her mouth and body with my own. Responding with a similar level of strength, I pulled Kylie up until she was seated on the edge of the desk, legs spread, and torso pressed along every inch of mine.
I kissed her like I’d never kissed anyone before, as I knew I’d never kiss anyone again. Kylie was like finding home and freedom in the same moment, like happiness and the hope of a future combined into something nearly as potent as my own power.
I pulled away, gasping for air, heart thundering like a Margontulan Bray. “Kylie, are you sure…?” There was something so right, so comfortable about being with her, that I didn’t want her to be making the decision because of my power alone. I wanted her to want me.
She smiled, seeming drunk on our combined desire, and simply said, “Yerp”. I blinked. What the dramank does yerp mean? I gazed at her in confusion, but she closed her eyes sleepily and pulled me back down until our mouths met again. Ah well, she had nodded, and that was enough for me.
My cock ached to be inside her already, but we’d only just begun. I was still fully clothed, and Kylie’s useless robe was hanging off of one shoulder. I ran my hand from her back to that shoulder, intent on removing the damn thing.
Kylie sighed beneath my hands, and it spurred me on to brush both hands down the sides of the robe, letting it fall and pool around her hips. I broke our kiss to gaze at the breasts that had taunted me all day, unable to stop myself from moving forward and capturing the left in my mouth.
Her noises were adorable, and she squirmed beneath my hands and mouth. I ran my tongue over the delicate skin of her nipple, doing the same with my thumb on the other. She plunged her hands into my hair, pulling on it gently while I tried to get more noises out of her.
Then she leaned forward until her breast popped out of my mouth and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. She pulled it up, and when I understood what she wanted, I stood and lifted my arms to help
