Page 24 of Alien Peacock

Maeve looks up at me with a little smile on her face. “Come and join me! The water is perfect.” Her gaze goes to my crotch and she licks her lips with a small, pink tongue. Her thin lower garment has been soaked with water and is now almost fully transparent, showing more than a hint of the secret treasures behind. Oh my sweet moons, is thathair?Like on her head? All this was too much already. Now she must be just toying with me.

If I had the use of my reason, I would have to consider the possibility that she’s an enemy agent or extremely life-like robot, sent to weaken me and muddle my brain with hormones.

She looks away and strokes one small hand through her short hair, head laid back, eyes closed and lips parted.

My hands tremble. I clench them into fists, but it’s no help. I can’t resist her anymore.

And just one taste of her charms surely can’t be that bad? I will get it out of my system. After that, we can go on and find the exit. Whatever happens here, we need never talk about it again.

A small voice in the back of my mind is screaming ‘it’s a trap!’, but I don’t care.

In one move I untie my pants with trembling hands and discard them, enjoying Maeve’s gasp when she sees me fully revealed. My manhood stands proudly and eagerly skywards, ready for the claiming of this breathtaking female.

Maeve doesn't recoil in horror or disgust, so I jump into the pond and take her into my arms.

“That's very big.” She cranes her neck to angle her face to me, her lips falling open and her eyes focusing on my mouth. Her breath is quick, and her heartbeat is like that of caught prey, hard and fast.

The first touch of her lips on mine is warm and soft, her hot breath swiping across my chin. The tip of my cock is touching her midsection, and it takes all my attention. And it takes the last of my restraint.

“Oh yes,” she purrs as I disengage. “More.”

I grab her hair and pull her head back, a predator instinct to bare her throat for me. She closes her eyes and offers her pale, vulnerable skin, moaning in feminine lust.

Ancient instincts prepare me for the hot spray of steaming blood as my teeth touch her smooth, warm skin where the heartbeat throbs. But I don’t bite, the way my distant, world-conquering ancestors would have done. I lick instead, enjoying the faint salty taste mixed with her alienness.

“This could be good,” I growl, mostly to myself, before I continue down her body, licking and biting where the skin offers itself. The softness is better than I had dared think.

“Ooh yesss,” Maeve replies, her voice hoarse as I push the upper garment aside to bare her pale, twin protrusions.

My mouth seeks the softness, which reaches impossible levels. I gently bite down on one nipple, bringing another moan from her as the nub tightens to a hard pebble.

My vision has a pink tinge to it, and my whole body is hyper-sensitive.

I suddenly realize why. “That water,” I groan. “There was something in it.” I should have thought of that. If the air makes me dizzy with desire, surely the water, which may have been running through this crazy jungle and absorbed the chemicals for years or decades, must be absolutely full of the same powerful substances. And now they’re inside me, ruining what little self control I had.

I lift Maeve up on the bank and pull the little sliver of semi-transparent fabric to the side. She’s revealed to me in all her glory. My manhood feels like it’s ready to burst.

But if it’s the chemicals in the air and the water that make me feel this way, then that may be the case with her, too. She wasn’t nearly this amorous before. If anything, she didn’t like me one bit.

And so, she may regret all of this later. It would be like having my way with an incapacitated woman. UnMarked or not, it’s not right.

The thought helps me regain a tiny bit of discipline. But not enough to stop this entirely.

I’m still desperate to get my fill of her.

I dive into the desire.

7

- Maeve-

The first touch of Arelion’s warm tongue on my naked, overexcited sex feels like a welding torch. I gasp and buck my hips, and the heat spreads all through me.

“More,” I demand as his tongue slides to the side, over to my thighs. “Again!” I’m not even sure which language I’m speaking. I just know that I need this desperately, that I’ll die if I don’t get more of that sensation.

He teases me, letting his mouth do tight circles around my liquid heat. Just as I’m about to grab his head and direct him to where I want him, he takes my whole sex into his mouth andsucks.

I groan so loudly it surprises that tiny part of my brain that’s still sane. I’ve never made a sound like that in my life.