He looks up locking eyes with me. “May I?” His voice is a growl, thick with need but laced with care.
I nod, unable to form words. My hips lift toward him instinctively.
His mouth finds me, and oh, it’s divine. His lips are warm, his tongue a velvet stroke against my clit, slow and deliberate. But it’s the tentacles that undo me. One slips along my folds, slick and dexterous, teasing my entrance with featherlight touches. Another curls around my clit, pulsing gently, mimicking the suction of his mouth but with an otherworldly finesse that makes my toes curl. My hands grip his head, fingers brushing the base of his tentacles, and they quiver in response, as if my touch fuels his own arousal.
“Fuck,” I whimper, my hips bucking as he works me, his tongue lapping in perfect rhythm with the tentacles’ dance.
A third tentacle joins, sliding inside me, thick and flexible, stretching me just enough to make me gasp. It moves with a slow, undulating rhythm, stroking places I didn’t know could feel so good. His fingers join the fray, one circling my clit while his mouth sucks gently, the combined sensations building a pressure so intense I can barely breathe.
I’m lost in it, in him — this powerful alien who’s unraveling me with such care, such precision. The curiosity in his touch, the way he studies my reactions, makes it hotter. He’s learning me, mapping every shudder, every moan, and using it to drive me higher. My body tenses, the pleasure coiling tight, and I grab at his shoulders, my nails digging into his smooth, indigo skin.
“Mareliux, I’m?—”
The words choke off as the orgasm hits, a white-hot wave that crashes through me. My pussy clenches around his tentacle, my hips jerking as I cry out, the sound raw and unrestrained. He doesn’t stop, his tongue and tentacles working me through it, prolonging the bliss until I’m trembling, oversensitive and spent.
He eases back, his tentacles retreating slowly, leaving soft, lingering caresses in their wake. His lips press a final kiss to my thigh before he crawls up beside me, his exotic cock still hard, untouched, but he makes no move to push for more. Instead, he pulls me into his arms, his large frame enveloping me. His tentacles drape lightly over my shoulder, a strange but comforting weight.
“I think that was good,” he states with satisfaction.
I laugh, breathless, my body still humming. “Good? I’m pretty sure you just redefined pleasure for me.”
I nestle closer, my curiosity sated for now but already sparking for what might come next. His cock twitches against my hip, a reminder of what we haven’t done, but there’s no rush. I mean, if he wanted to, I wouldn’t object. Not at all.
Exhaustion tugs at me, the warmth of his body lulling me. His scent, that spicy, alien musk, wraps around me like a blanket. As my eyes drift shut, his arms tighten, and I feel one tentacle brush gently against my cheek.
9
- Mareliux-
I bounce out of the bed and stare in horror at the sleeping alien female. She’s completely bare, with an unspeakably arousing triangle of exotic hair right in the middle.
Umbra!Her name comes to me, but I feel as if I’ve been drunk.
There’s a strange taste in my mouth, and I remember having my face down in Umbra’s…
“Oh gods,” I groan in horror. “What did I do to that poor alien?”
“She wanted it, too,”Bellatriz chirps from somewhere.
My hand goes to my side, but there’s no sword and I’m naked. “What?”
“She wanted it as much as you did. Probably more.”
“What in icyDageshappened?” I demand, finding my pants and draping Umbra’s clothing over her to protect her modesty as much as I can.
“Calm down. There was no coupling. You enjoyed her taste and she enjoyed your tongue and tendrils. Again, she enjoyed it more. Well done, by the way. You had her making some very impressive noises.”
“But what… oh, does she practice the Forbidden Arts?”
“No, she doesn’t dabble in the dark sides of the Syntrix. But you’re getting close.”
“Stop talking in riddles,” I command as I strap the sword to my side. “I would never have acted like this. With an alien, a captive? Did I force myself on her? My memory is unclear.”
“That’s a question of some nuance,”Bellatriz chirps. “I will try to answer it properly. Do you remember me talking about a veil?”
“No. I remember youmentioninga veil that surrounds the planet Earth, but you didn’t explain it.”
“But I did. I explained that the veil is a Syntrical Nullification Barrier. Someone placed it around Earth, and I suspect it’s been there for a long time indeed.”
