Pheromone, page 31
part #1 of For the Love of Aliens Series
I can literally smell it, and it’s making me want to writhe and thrash and thrust.
I turn over, putting my ass up in the air. I could tell Abraxas that I have ways of using his mating rod without risking pregnancy. But … I’m not going to. Not right now. Tomorrow maybe. Also, I know that I could’ve simply stayed on my back, and he would’ve used it there out of necessity. I have a confession to make: I slightly prefer that one over the other. The shape is exquisite.
“You could make me slick, too,” I whisper, cheek pressed into the furs. “With your tongue.”
There’s an electric stillness behind me.
“You wish my tongue to lap your sex nectar?” he asks me, his voice a low grumble. I feel his breath, sharp and hot against my exposed sex. Here I am, prone and nude and vulnerable with an alien predator behind me, the literal king of the forest who could kill me in less time than it takes to blink … and I feel safe. Protected. Cherished.
Clawed hands curl around my hips as he leans in, chuffing another breath against my swollen cunt. It must look obscene from his view, all plumped up and pink and contracting before we’ve even started.
“So delightfully eager,” Abraxas continues, and then I feel one of his long fingers stroke down from my ass to my opening to my clit. “You smell like a snack, female. If you wish to be eaten by me, I shall oblige.”
I bite the fur under my cheek and wiggle eagerly, waiting for that first heated slip of his powerful tongue.
That’s not how he starts. Instead, Abraxas bites my ass cheek, puncturing my pale flesh with his sharp teeth. It’s just a nip, but it’s enough to attack my blood with those pesky pheromones. The pain is instant, but the pleasure is ongoing. It takes over as he laps the wounds, healing them with his magic spit.
The strength of his tongue on my ass is incredible, rocking my body with each lick. It’s almost like being spanked. I force myself to breathe, pulse pounding in my ears, desire ballooning into something hot, wild, and uncontainable. It breaks free from me in a moan, one that’s loud and needy and honest in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever been before. With just us here, there’s no reason to hold back.
Sorry, Zero.
Abraxas doesn’t stop at my ass, using his massive tongue to lick my spine, my shoulder, my hair. He grooms me all over, until I’m shaking and throbbing, oh so close to begging for it. He returns to my cunt before I lose all of my dignity, teasing my inner thighs and offering just the barest brush of his strong, wet muscle on my curls and clit.
“Abraxas, please,” I finally blurt, rocking back and forth on my knees, trying to entice him by thrusting my hips a little. “Touch me there.”
With a growl that might be a chuckle, he complies.
His entire tongue slips over my pussy, consuming every part of it with a single flick.
“Oh, fuck.” The words slip out, and he growls again, laughing at me even as he’s getting me nice and wet and ready for him. “Fuck, Abraxas. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Not so little now,” he repeats with more rolling laughter, and then he parts me with strong but gentle fingers, opening me up so that he can see everything. “You are so pink and sweet, so tender and wanting for me. How could a male resist?” His tongue lashes out, diving into my pussy and shattering my mind.
Abraxas slips in deep, filling me almost completely with his tongue. He fucks me with it before withdrawing, bathing my outer folds and then testing the tip against my clit. I go wild for that. I’m thrashing and humping shamelessly when he grips my shoulders with his wing-hands, grips my hips with his hand-hands, and then takes his time exploring that pert, sensitive nub.
As he lavishes me between the thighs, his tail sneaks between us, seeking out my breasts. Abraxas isn’t shy, letting venom ooze from his spikes, smearing that purple liquid across my nipples, using his tail tip to tease and flick before he curls his whole tail around one breast and squeezes.
“I can’t take it,” I whisper, shivering violently as tears prick the edges of my eyes. I want to come, but I also don’t know if I can. It’s too much. Too intense. My whole body belongs to Abraxas in that moment. Will always belong to Abraxas. I was ruined the moment he attacked that wagon.
If there’s such a thing as fate, then there’s no way the stars weren’t involved in orchestrating this meeting between us.
“I want your cocks,” I tell him, loving the use of the plural. Two dicks. Both mine. Only mine forever. “Hurry, please.”
“Not yet, female,” he tells me, his voice deep and low, almost sleepy with satisfaction. “Your pheromones are the sweetest taste to ever cross my tongue. I’ll have more of you now.” He slips his tongue inside my cunt again and I contract, milking him there in the most embarrassing way possible. He makes such satisfied sounds for me though that it’s hard to be shy about it. Once again, I’m tongue-fucked to the brink of orgasm.
This damn dragon though? He knows exactly when to take a pause, tongue slipping out of me. When he licks over my rear opening, I stop him.
“Don’t put your tongue in there,” I breathe, and yeah, well, apparently it is still possible for me to be embarrassed around this guy. “Try a finger instead.”
“Such odd mating habits,” he murmurs, but not like he’s unaffected or uninterested. With a pheromone-tipped finger, he dips inside my willing body, and I gasp out another sharp moan. A human finger is relatively small. This is not a human finger. Abraxas’ digits are big, but slippery and scaled, dressed with those violet spirals that push me into a much more primal state of mind.
He takes his time with me there, following my signals, thrusting in when I push back, withdrawing slowly when I gasp out barely coherent curses. Another of his hands finds my pussy, stroking and petting and exploring my alien body with his fingers. All the while, his tail never stops playing with my breasts.
I know it’s time when I’m panting, when I’m practically drooling, when I can scarcely remember any other life outside of this one. I can be happy here. I want to be here. It’s not a life that I ever expected, but it’s one worth living to the fullest.
Complete and utter freedom, that’s what Abraxas is offering. Freedom and fucking and food. I want it.
“Now,” I choke out, suddenly frantic. “Now, now, now.”
“Yes, my mate,” he purrs, withdrawing his hands and adjusting his huge body behind mine.
Abraxas takes my hips in his massive hands, and I suck in a wild inhale. His wing-hands rest on the floor on either side of me, wings protecting me from the cool air drifting in from outside. Abraxas makes a very male, very excited sound as he licks the side of my neck and then bites my shoulder, holding me still for a wild mating.
He presses both cocks against me at the same time, and I squeeze my eyes shut, panting with anticipation. I trust him not to hurt me. I don’t even tell him to go slow; he’ll be soft with me. For a monster as big as he is, that’s impressive and endlessly endearing.
My pussy is more than ready—he could’ve sheathed himself fully in an instant—but he takes his time with my ass, slick and wet and dripping those intoxicating pheromones of his. I groan when he presses the tip in, opening me up to his vibrant heat.
“Female.” The word is little more than a purr, unfiltered by the translator. He’s speaking to me in his own voice. I push back against him for encouragement, taking more of his shaft inside of me. Not every girl can do this—not every girl wants to do this—but I happen to like it in both holes. There’s a wall of very sensitive flesh between the channels, and I absolutely love it when it gets pinned between two hard lengths.
Never thought I’d meet a guy who could take care of both things with his own body.
With impressive restraint, he works himself inside of me until he bottoms-out, and I realize what it’s like to truly and utterly be full. I can barely breathe, taking these soft, small panting breaths. The rain pours, and lightning cracks, filling the space with white light before it dims to stormy gray. In the distance, thunder rumbles the displeasure of the sky.
“You are well?” Abraxas asks me, his own voice cracked with strain. He wants to fuck, and yet he sits still and waits.
“You can start moving.” My words are a whisper. I don’t want to admit it, but I don’t think I’m going to last very long. I can already feel an orgasm pressing against the base of my spine.
He does what I’ve asked, sliding out of both channels simultaneously. He makes this pleased purr that quickly descends into a growl, rocking his hips forward to slam into my ass. His sack rocks with the motion, hitting my clit and offering up that beautiful poison from his violet spirals.
“What an exquisite little female,” he tells me, covering my body with his. He bands one arm around my waist and tugs me into him, rubbing his lower belly against my back. The more skin that’s touching during sex, the happier he is. “There is not an Aspis female in existence that could do this.”
He moves slowly at first, quickening his pace only when he realizes that I have no problem taking him completely. That’s on him: he really did make us both perfectly slick for the act. Not only are we all lubed up, but the marks he gave me, the ones that make my vagina glow, I can tell they’re relaxing me, opening me up, welcoming him inside.
“Faster,” I gasp, and he bites me again, fucking me now as hard and as fast as he wants.
I surrender with complete, blissful abandon, relying on Abraxas to keep me upright, to hold me in place. If he wasn’t keeping me still, he’d probably mate me right through the floor to the ground below. I wriggle and moan, bite my lip, drip with sweat. He uses his tail to sweep my body, to touch me everywhere, to coat my skin in that deadly venom. It tingles as he rubs it into my clit, sparks of pleasure that cause my pussy to double down, gripping him, claiming him.
He snarls aggressively, teeth sinking deeper into my shoulder, claiming me.
I relax into it, an orgasm finding me within minutes of his increased pace. He slows for that, moaning and growling as I pump his body with my own, snarling when I mercilessly drain his sack. He waits for a few moments, teeth still buried in me, and then he starts to rock his second shaft into my ass. Even with his mating rod swollen and … I guess knotted? … into me, he grinds and rubs and fucks with deep, powerful gyrations.
The arm banded around my waist shifts up, a hand squeezing my breast. I’m sure his spine is curved up, sinuous and strange and alien, as he seeks to consume and enjoy as much of my body as possible. He’s greedy like that, touching every part of me, letting me touch every part of him.
His second shaft empties inside of me with his own climax, but he isn’t done. He keeps going, releasing a second orgasm in my cunt that curls my fingers and toes into the furs underneath us. I’m barely human when he rolls onto his side, taking me with him. We can’t separate just yet.
I close my eyes, listening to the thump and shush of his heart, his pulse. There are no little blood vessels between us this time—his pleasure rod needs to be in my pussy for that to happen—but his mating rod is swollen and thick inside of me.
We lie there together with the patter of the rain as a backdrop. It’s beautiful. If I tilt my head, I can see the creatures dancing in the water, twining around each other and making happy trills that sound a bit like birdsong. I relax my head and close my eyes. Pretty sure I fall asleep for a bit before he slips out of me, and I come to with a sharp gasp.
“I am sorry, female,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck.
“Nothing to be sorry about. I just … I think I dozed off.” I sit up and rub at my eyes, and he splits his beautifully creepy mouth into another grin.
“If you need an energy boost, I will put my pleasure rod inside of you.” He’s not even joking. He’d go again. Right this very second. Whatever it is that happens when we have sex like that, it usually does leave me feeling perky and full of vigor.
“Food?” I ask, lifting a brow. He caught a massive fish-like alien thing earlier, and it’s lying in the nook, just waiting to be eaten. BTW, it has two heads with swordfish-ish beaks. Just ish though. Only ish.
“Food,” he agrees, with a bit of resignation. When he goes to move toward it, I grab his arm and squeeze him again with another hug. He looks down at me and tilts his head. “This is one of the reasons that I chose you, that I like you.” He sits back on his haunches and gathers me into his arms. “You are affectionate in a way that another Aspis would not be.” He tucks me up against his chest, and I close my eyes. I made the right choice. But fuck it hurts. It hurts so bad. I will always miss my family. Miss Earth. But he’s worth it. “You defended me when we were not yet mates. Many females would have abandoned me and thought of me as weak.”
I snort and shake my head.
“That’s ridiculous. You are anything but weak. They’re idiots.”
He growls with pleasure at my statement.
“You may be small and fragile, and you cannot hunt, but rare is the day that one Aspis apologizes to another. Rarer still is a thank you.” He rubs his horns against me, and I look up to see an unmistakable smirk on his toothy mouth. “An Aspis would rather go to the grave than admit to wrongdoing. All of the things that make you alien are the things I cherish most.”
Replace alien with what I know I am, and he’s just said, all of the things that make you human are the things I cherish most. I’m having a lot of trouble figuring out how to respond to a statement as profound as that. I almost laugh and brush it off, but that’s what I always do. I want to feel this. I want to be present in this perfect moment.
“Oh?” I do laugh a little there, just a soft exhalation. “Aren’t I a liability?” It’s almost a joke but not quite. I’m genuinely worried that Abraxas has put himself in danger by picking me. That stupid moth. I hate that fucking moth. What if he comes for Abraxas and hurts him?
He pauses, genuinely giving consideration to my question. That makes me nervous as hell. I almost pull away, but he won’t let me go.
“A liability?” Another pause. “Perhaps.” I actively cringe at that, but Abraxas isn’t done. He takes my face in a winged hand and tilts my chin so that I’m looking up and into his eyes. “Nothing in this life is free or easy. To get something worthwhile, one must give something up in return.”
That does it.
Tears roll freely down my face as I think about my family and friends, about my life on Earth, about all of the things I will never have again, and all of the things I have gained by coming here. He’s right: I have given something very, very precious up in exchange for this moment.
Abraxas licks the salt from my face and holds me until I’ve calmed down enough to make another joke.
“Shit, I’m such a crybaby now. Not sure when that happened. My mom swears up and down that I stopped crying at eight months old and didn’t shed another tear until puberty.”
That statement takes Abraxas a moment to parse through, even with the translator.
We have a lot to learn about each other.
“My mother and father still live,” he tells me contemplatively. “We will pay them a visit one day.”
That … scares the shit out of me.
“Perhaps for the birth of our child. That would be best. My mother is a talented midwife.” He snorts in bemusement and sets me aside, creating a fire in the nook so that he can cook my dinner. I throw a rock at his back, but it bounces harmlessly off.
“There is no child,” I grind out, hoping like hell that Jane is still here so we can talk about this. I need a girlfriend by my side—desperately. Maybe, like me, she’ll have fallen for some stupid hunky alien. That would be just like her. “Can we find another caravan tomorrow? I really need to make sure Jane is okay.”
“We will wait for the Vestalis prince to die, and then we will find your friend,” he tells me, and I hate how nauseous I feel at his words.
For some weird reason … I don’t want the Vestalis prince to die.
Abraxas has given me some strange vegetables (or fruits? roots? herbs?) to peel while he hunts. The rain has slowed to a gentle mist, but that’s not much better on my skin. He wants me to bundle up in the clothing he brought back the other day, and then we’re going to leave. He’s confident that he can protect me from the worst of the rain—even more confident that his clever tongue can heal any burns I might sustain.
“Shit,” I grumble, trying to yank the weird papery wrapper off the purple-fleshed yam thing in my hand. Its skin is thin but tough, like the bark of a birch tree, and it’s driving me nuts. I was not cut out to be an alien homemaker. I pause. Wait. Abraxas does both the hunting and the cleaning. He’s the provider and the homemaker, and I am … affectionate? That seems to be enough to satisfy him. I smirk. “At least I can take alien dragon DP like a champ.”
I giggle at my own joke. Double penetration jests are always good for a laugh. Then I think about my family. I think about that hollow feeling in my chest when Officer Hyt took Tabbi Kat away, when he told me that I wasn’t his problem, that mated humans can never go back.
I hate that.
I almost wish I were the Imperial Princess, so I could make some changes. I almost wish Moth Guy didn’t have to die. I curse when my hand slips, and I cut myself with my own fingernail. We don’t currently have a knife for me to peel these with, but Abraxas seemed to think the skins would come right off.
They don’t.
They’re stubborn.
Out of frustration, I toss the yam out the doorway and it hits something. I hear it smack into a surface—there’s a distinctive grunt—and then it plops on the ground. I go still, hand hovering in midair over another alien vegetable.
The pressure in the air changes. My throat goes dry. My lips part. My naked body reacts like I’m being caressed by an unseen hand.
