Page 28 of Alien Naga's Prize
“Have you sent anything back to your superiors yet?”
Jenna looks away from me. “No,” she says quietly.
“Why?”
“I wanted to make a fuller report once I had time to…evaluate my situation.”
“Will your report include me?” I ask.
“It’ll have to,” she responds, and I glide closer to her, dwarfing her delicious, tiny form with mine.
“Will you tell them about our mating, little sunray? About how you took my cocks and my knot, allowing me to breed you?”
Jenna pants a breath, her head tipped back to look up at me, a flush of pink on her cheeks, like a Glycon female in heat.
“You want to breed with me?” she asks, voice hoarse.
“You ticked the box on the form.” I run my thumb under her chin. She leans into my touch and hangs there.
“There were only two boxes on the form,” Jenna protests.
“Bride or breeder, I know.” I gaze on her flushed face, my cocks pressing at my slit because I want to mate her more than ever. “Humans don’t have many uses to many species, it seems, save for the important ones.”
“I didn’t think it meant anything,” she whispers, the scent pouring from her as close to heat as it could possibly be.
“It meant everything, my mate. It means I want to fill your belly with our young many times over.”
Her bottom lip trembles, sweat slicking her skin.
“Do you want me to fill you? Knot you? Pleasure you?” I murmur, my hand cupping her cheek.
“How are you doing this to me?” Jenna asks, her body swaying closer to mine. “Does your venom have some sort of hypnotic qualities?” she murmurs.
“It sends my mate into heat, but only my fated one.” I brush my lips over hers, and the flush deepens. “And you are my fated one, Jenna.”
JENNA
The way my body reacts to Azul…
It wants him. It craves him. And when he said “breed,” I thought my lady parts were going to explode.
“You are my fated one, Jenna,” Azul murmurs, his lips on mine, setting me on fire with need.
And the comm chimes.
Azul pulls away, leaving me with a million questions and, up until now, one of my two pairs of knickers which are irreparably destroyed.
“Do you have to answer…?” I pant.
“I’m expecting our invitations,” Azul says with a wicked smile revealing far too much fang.
He waves through the holographic messaging service with one hand, and it springs into life with four or five different message packets. He studies them intently.
“What do you fancy, little sunray?” he asks. “We have a pleasure party at the pool complex, a tasting menu at the dining complex, and three personal invites to individual evening delights.”
I do my level best to shake off the residual lust coursing through me.
“Which one is going to bring us into the closest contact with your mark?”