My breath came out in short gasps against his lips as I pumped my cock. My orgasm built with intense speed before crashing over me. I moaned as ropes of cum splattered Serlotminden’s chest. He kept hold of me as my hips canted, chasing my pleasure.
I crashed on the bed beside him. Fuck me. I swallowed at the sight of my white cum stark against his dark purple scales. Serlotminden dragged his fingers though it, then plunged theminto his mouth, tasting me. I groaned. Why was that so hot? Fingers wet, he rubbed my cum over his scales, and I frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to smell like you.”
I laughed. “What?”
“I need to smell like you,” he repeated in a matter-of-fact voice, smearing the substance around before lifting his fingers to his lips, cleaning my release off them with tantalizing licks.
I kissed his shoulder up to his neck. “You’re lucky you're cute.”
“That sounded like an insult.”
My lips continued their journey up his neck to his ear. “Let me clean you up.”
“No, I want it to stay for a bit.”
If he wanted my spend to soak into him, I wasn’t going to stop him, no matter how gross I thought it was or how hard it was going to be to get it off later if it dried. Snuggled against his side, I said, “When you’re better, I will let you fuck me.”
“I will have to recover quickly, then.”
I grunted.
“We do need to have a more comprehensive permissions discussion.”
That’s right. I’d forgotten. Now that their ship’s NAID, which I was pretty sure was an artificial intelligence of some kind, was translating for us, this conversation would be much easier. I looked at him, bracing myself. Mindy was very attractive, popular, and loved physical affection. Naturally, that led me to conclude he was very sexually active. I had zero problem with that. But I was fairly certain he had a lot of kinks and things he enjoyed. Which once again, I had zero problem with, but this conversation was going to be long, involved, and probably eye-opening for me.
“Alright, Honey, where’s your sex dungeon and what exactly do you want to do to me?”
Serlotminden paused. “Humans have underground prisons for fucking?”
So their computer wasn’t well-versed in sex terminology. Good to know. “No. I mean, we do have sex dungeons, but they’re playrooms meant for fun.”
“You desire one of these?”
“No.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It was a joke.”
“I like certain things.”
And here we go, I thought.
“I like fucking, Bartholomew, a great deal, but it is more than fucking to me.”
I moved so my chin was resting on him.
“For me, I need the connection. The intimacy of the act. It’s about closeness for me. Even with… I believe you called it edging?” I nodded, and he continued, “It is about my partner seeing how close I am, then stopping, comforting me, and beginning again. I like feeling how close we are. And I need that with you. I need to feel close and connected to you.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “What are you saying, Mindy? I’m fine with edging you. I’m fine with you edging me. Well, at least once. I’ve never done it to myself, so I’m not certain if I like it or not.”
He smiled, but it was tense. “I am boring when it comes to fucking.”
ThatI was not expecting.
“It has been something that has been brought to my attention more than once. I enjoyed spanking you because I was fairly certain you would like it. I wouldn’t mind you tying me up, because I think you would like that as well.”
I squirmed, cock twitching. The thought of Mindy tied to the bed and begging beneath me as I rode him made my mouth go dry. Yeah, I wanted to try that.
