Page 82 of Uncovered By the Alien Commander

Burning desire overcomes any trepidation, drawing me closer to Xandor after I remove the last of my clothing. I cup his massive member, feeling its hefty weight in my hands, as I press my body next to him. My mouth dries with anticipation at the sensation of our nakedness next to each other, a sense of closeness I’ve never experienced before.

Xandor groans as I continue to knead his massive cock, leaning against his powerful frame.I’ve no idea what I’m doing. This is all new to me!But desire drives me, controlling me like I’m possessed, craving him more with each passing moment, yearning for his touch, for his passion.

Kisses and nibbles assail my neck and ears as Xandor takes control, a flurry of sudden, gorgeous attention. Trails of moltenlonging follow his fingers as they trace the sensitive curves of my back and legs. Moans escape my lips, unbidden, as I throw my head back, beckoning him onwards, daring him to do more.

He doesn’t disappoint, Xandor’s attentions grow bolder demanding more of me—a demand I yearn to fulfill. Each caress of his full lips travels further downward, reaching the sensitive scorched wound on my chest. I gasp, looking down to see his golden eyes shining back at me, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

An intense painful, yet simultaneously smoothing sensation springs from my chest as Xandor kisses and licks along my charred skin. He snarls like a bestial version of himself, eliciting pants of intoxicating longing and trepidation. It’s a heady mixture that leaves me lightheaded.

“I taste your blood, your resolve,” he declares in a husky voice. I glance down with heavy breaths, seeing trickles of my darkened blood upon his lips. He’s like an animal devouring me piece by piece, and the frightening thing is I don’t want him to stop.

“Taste all of me,” I suggest with a sudden, throaty boldness. Xandor grunts, lifting me with effortless strength and placing me onto a bench, clearing the clutter in a dramatic sweep of his massive arm. Tools and material crash to the ground, but I pay no attention, seeing only Xandor, in our ever-shrinking world of craving that exists just for us.

Xandor wastes no time as he descends on me with hunger, each touch igniting my path. His tongue traces teasing circles around my nipple, causing me to gasp in shock. His powerful hand kneads the other. My sensitive flesh being lavished with his wet tongue and attention pulls moans of bliss from me, as I marvel at enjoying my breasts existence for the first time.

Heat builds in my core, pooling with a molten wetness that astonishes me. I’m unsure if it’s normal to be this way, yet my mind is ablaze with the desire for Xandor to touch me there. Mylegs open of their own accord, driven by a burning longing that overwhelms my senses. My savage teaser wastes no time, filling the space with his hulking presence.

His head moves tantalizingly closer to the wetness that awaits him. Xandor’s tongue and lips trace rivers of pleasure down my stomach. Gasps escape as my arms and legs tremble with eager anticipation, whilst his hands move to stoke the outside of my thighs. First with gentle brushes, but in his greedy lust, he seeks more, as his grasps become firm and demanding.

I writhe with a grunt as my male stokes my glistening core with the faintest touch. I rock my hips towards the source, begging for more. Yet it eludes me as a smirk plays on Xandor lips. “So innocent, yet so eager,” he teases in a breathy tone.

Before I can complain with a desperate plea, he grants my unspoken wish. His broad tongue makes a bold stroke along my outer, glistening lips. A shuddering moan of ecstasy escapes my mouth, forcing me to clutch onto Xandor’s long, green hair. “Better?” he taunts.

I can only half-groan a reply as he continues to tease the outside of my eager femininity. Licks and caresses assail tantalizing close to my sex, assaulting my senses with the threat of delightful invasion. I squirm towards him, greedy for more of his touches, more of him.

“Please, Xandor,” I beg, flushed and consumed by my wanton lust. His golden eyes peer up at me, mirroring the same lust that I feel. Then my tormentor gives me what I crave, as his moist tongue plunges into my eager wetness, parting my folds with savage effortlessness. My grip tightens around the sparse braids in his hair, so overcome with carnality.

Moans and panting breaths drive Xandor onward, as he lashes my pussy with ever-increasing ferocious focus. A flurry of kissing, licks and touches swirls together, creating a whirlwindof intense joy that has my muscles coiling with escalating tension.

The naughty slopping sounds of our intimate caresses mixed with Xandor’s own groans of desire spur me to new heights. My body tenses and tenses as I sit on the precipice of an eruption.

What the void is this feeling? I’ve never felt something this intense before.But my frantic, instinctive nature drives me forward.

Then an explosion of shuddering bliss reverberates through my entire body, shaking my limbs with intense cascading waves. I scream Xandor’s name, unraveling, awash in the pulsing, throbbing sensation that tingles over my nerves like the blinking stars in the cosmos.

A feeling of bliss and contentment floats within me as I recline onto the bench, savoring the aftereffects of my orgasm, the relief that Xandor and I are together at last. Xandor straightens, my wetness glistening off his fanged smile. He wipes his face with his palm before licking the rest from his hand. “I can taste your beautiful soul,” he declares.

I giggle between gulping breaths at his dramatic words, the euphoria of his skillful attention resonating within me. Xandor leans down, and I open my mouth, expecting our lips to meet, until he rubs his nose against mine. “That tickles,” I protest with a playful wrinkle of my face.

“That’s the Klendathian kiss,” Xandor explains, tapping the side of his nose. “You’re the only female I’ve kissed that way.”

I bet he says that to all the females he’s mated.

Xandor frowns. “You doubt me, but I swear it on my ancestors,” he insists. I study his solemn face, astonished that he seems able to read my thoughts. I can never hide from him—not when I hid on the ship, not on Tier Three. Even my thoughts are laid bare. Yet I only smile, glad that he sees me for who I am, drawing the real me out.

“I’m happy,” I beam at him, elated that he gave me something special to him, hoping he’s with me for more than just lust. “That you’re my first everything,” I mutter.

My words ignite something within Xandor as his eyes flash a rich gold hue. “Not everything, not yet,” he declares, sending my heart fluttering with excited anxiety. Knowing his intention even before he rips off his leather loincloth, releasing his massive cock that takes my breath away.

The long and thick red shaft throbs boldly covered in ridges and protrusions. My eyes travel the length with increasing apprehension, resting upon the brutal, glistening head, thicker than the rest, spotted at the edges with large pebbling.

Is this normal? How can I be with him when he’s so big?

I almost laugh remembering Hyanxa’s warning, but despite my initial hesitation, eager heat and longing pool within me. The thought of Xandor taking me, filling me, is so alluring I’m drawn towards his hulking, intimidating male-hood.

“Don’t be frightened,” Xandor reassures me as he leans down to kiss along my neck that I can’t resist leaning into. “It’ll be fun,” he promises, punctuating his words with a daring nibble on my lip. My breath quickens, electrified by his kisses and touches along my still tingling skin.

I moan under his attention, his hands drawing the sounds unbidden from my lips. It’s as if I’m under a beautiful assault of pleasure, unable to resist. My only response is gasps and groans as my feeble retort. Until I reach out a brave hand to stroke Xandor’s throbbing member. The soft skin atop the arcweave hardness is a delicious surprise.