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“Ooh yesss…” I moan as his immensely talented tongue takes my body down the same delightful path as before, in the crazy greenhouse experiment. But I don’t want that path to go all the way to the fireworks at the end.
I buck as he hits a sensitive spot and keeps swirling there, sending hard sparks of joy to my very center. This is getting very close, and I feel one foot starting to shake.
“Not yet,” Arelion chuckles coldly and slides up along my body, his wings folded out over us. “You’re impatient, I know that.”
He gets into position and pushes his cock into me, pinning me with his eyes.
“Yes!” I sigh urgently to his unspoken question. “Fuck me!”
He does, thrusting into me in one stroke, filling me up and creating such heat and delight inside me that I arch my back, groaning.
I grab his thick shoulders and hang on to him as he thrusts in and out, setting my sex on fire with lust and taking what he wants from me. And I want to give him everything. This time there’s no tension — I know he fits, I know he’s good, and I know those fireworks are coming.
He growls as he thrusts, slow and steady, just taking me and enjoying it.
“Oooh…” I moan, as the heat builds up again. I curl my legs behind his back, my toes touching the soft feathers of his wings.
“My woman,” Arelion growls. “My beauty.”
His words bring the climax much closer.
“My protector,” I wheeze, as his feathers tickle my clit in just the right way.
I hold my breath as the orgasm builds and then breaks loose.
“Yeahhh…!” I shake and buck under him.
He puts more of his weight on me, pinning me down.
I love that, the contact with his whole body, having no choice but riding out this climax.
“My female.” He thrusts faster, then roars hoarsely as he releases inside me. “My love.”
The word sends bliss all through me, and I give myself over to it.
He slows down and stays on top of me, heavy and hard, keeping me under him while I calm down and ride out the aftershocks.
Finally he simply rolls us over, so I’m lying on top of him, sweaty and exhausted and happier than I can remember.
Maybe this can work. It’s a ridiculous thought. But just like an entire room gets lighter from a tiny streak of sunlight through a door, so my mind gets brighter from just that tiny, completely unrealistic hope. Justmaybethis can become something.
“I love you,” I mumble.
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- Arelion-
Maeve falls asleep.
I stroke her hair, the profoundly alien feature that quickly became one of my favorite things about her.
A part of me knows this is beyond irresponsible. I have my own mission, my own problems to solve. I can’t get involved with an alien who’s on some kind of suicide mission.
But I don’t see how I can send her on her way now. What would my victory be worth, if she’s not by my side? I’ve never had anyone react to that sculpture like she did. It must mean something.
I was wrong about her in the beginning. She does seem trustworthy. She may be right that the Bululg have spread false rumors about her kind.
Looking down at her face and her body, a surge of heat goes through me. She is a beauty, although she doesn’t seem to know it. Her beauty is so different from that of Eoans! She’s lesscolorful and adorned, but she has a simplicity to her that doesn’t need feathers or colors or huge wings. Her beauty is more honest, in a sense. More real, less disguised.