Wicked black eyes pierce my soul. “You’re too tight for me, female,” he growls.
His fingers expand, and I flinch, hips shaking, wanting to beg him to stop. But then his fingers close, and I sag, forgetting the pain, pausing in pleasure.
“Not for much longer…” He pushes a third finger inside me. “I will make us fit.”
“Vruksha!”
He responds by snapping his mouth back over my clit, suckling it. A scream tears from my throat. Tension radiates through me, and as it pulses up from my core and throughout my body, building, his tailtip wraps around my side, under my arm, to curl around my left breast.
Gooseflesh blankets me from the sensation. I glimpse his tailtip flicking my nipple, and my eyes go wide.
He’s not even human! Three fingers expand inside me, and I shriek again. I shouldn’t be doing this with him.
He’s.
Not.
Human.
“Almost,” he mutters before sucking on my clit again.
I brace for his fingers to spread, and this time when they do, throbbing pressure blasts through my body, sending me spiraling. I don’t cry out or scream. I’m silent as he forces an orgasm from my body.
Abrupt and hard, I wasn’t ready for it. Rocking wantonly against his face, frantic for more of what he’s giving me, my mouth opens to release one long, shocked gasp. Spikes of raw pleasure brutalize my swollen sex.
His fingers expand outward hard and I cry out.
“We will fit, Gemma,” he rumbles almost threateningly.
I’m a shaking, stunned mess when his mouth leaves my clit, when he pulls his fingers from my sex, when I feel him move away.
My hold on him loosens. I sag.
For a time, I give in. Even when his body shifts under my legs. I got what I needed, and all I want now is to come down from the sudden high at my own time.
I’m raw. My thoughts are scattered.
Vruksha rises over me, his tail slipping from where it’s propped me up, I lay back on the crate, staring at him through hazy eyes. His hands wrap around my thighs, spreading me wide, and I muster a sated smile.
Pulsations from my orgasm continue, and it hits me… It’s been years.
I haven’t had a night alone since I was given this mission to go to Earth. They’ve all been sleepless with work.
Vruksha’s dark eyes return to steal mine, nearly rabid, staring between my legs with such intensity my body goes rigid. My soul shivers. With his grip on me tightening, something hard presses between my legs.
I gasp as my eyes tear down to see his thick, alien cock pushing into my opening.
Spreading me wide. Much wider than his fingers.
“Wait!”
He pauses with a pained grunt. My lips part and I clench around him. He grunts again. The tip of his shaft is buried, but the rest of him remains poised to join it.
It’s thick and red, but it’s the thickened middle of his cock that tightens my stomach.
It’s not going to fit. Not without discomfort. His cock is really big.
“Female...” Vruksha says, shaking.
Sweat beads his scaleless brow. Wrinkles cover his forehead as he bares his fangs. He licks one, and blood drips onto his lips.
I suck in, sitting back, pulling from his grip.
He doesn’t let me go. He shifts with me, keeping his tip buried, like he may die if it slips out. Part of me wants to let him thrust into me, for me to push on to him, to feel the sensation of his bulge as it enters, but I can’t…
Because I’m terrified.
Something snaps, and I grab his hands, pulling them off my legs. “I can’t,” I gasp, wiggling away.
This time, he lets me, pulling his cock’s head out with an anguished grunt. His small claws graze my skin, leaving red marks behind.
I push my legs together and pull them to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, hiding my chest. His gaze shifts to my face.
“You deny me still? I am heated, and you deny me?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know you,” I whisper.
But that’s not the problem… That’s not why I’m afraid.
“Why?” he hisses, leaning back over me, lust burnishing his face. Lust and misery. His forked tongue licks at the blood on his lips, making me shiver.
“I’m…not ready.”
His chest expands. “Have I not prepared you? Do you need my tail to stretch you? We will fit, little human, I will work your sheath until you take me comfortably.”
I startle. My spine tingles from his words. The perversion of being penetrated by him, of him ‘working me’ in such a way isn’t sending me running like it should.
Instead, I clench damnably. “I can’t.”
“Then I will prepare you some more,” he declares, cupping my knees.
He spreads them.
“Stop! I mean I can’t right now. Right now,” my voice hitches as I push him off me again and move out from under him, standing. “I need to bathe first. I need to bathe,” I say again, backing up. I don’t want to make him angry by telling him the truth: that I’m scared. Of him, of what will happen.
Of what a creature like him could do to me.
And now, of all things, I think of his tail. I glimpse the tip and quickly turn away.
He follows me as I try to put distance between us. “A bath? You need a bath? If you think I am bothered by your arousal… I like you wet.”
My eyes widen with embarrassment. I am wet, really wet. I feel my arousal trickling down my thighs.
I shake my head, searching for sanity.
As far as I know, there’s no way to wash down in the bunker. There’s no running water. He’ll have to take me out of this hole for one. This is perfect. If it takes time to bathe, then—
“I will give you a bath, if that’s what you need, if that’s what will make this work.”
My belly jumps. “How?” I reach for my clothes on the floor, trying not to think about the tail he’s curling around my leg and the way it makes me tremble.
