“Normally I can but my wing makes pain,” Omni explains, pointing to his wing. To the one that was broken when he fell from the sky.
I can’t believe I thought he was acting every time he winced and flinched as the broken wing moved. I even wondered how he’d managed to fix it without a repair kit, when it was just his damned bones healing all along. God, I’m so stupid. I could have at least offered him some painkillers or something. “I’m sorry you were in pain and I didn’t believe you.”
“That is okay, Fin. I did not have words for explain. I feared you fear me if you know, so I not tried explain.”
“Well, I did freak out pretty hard when I thought you were an ex-soldier, so yeah. I can see where you’re coming from. But I’mnot afraid of you. Unless you have, like, spikes on your cock.” I suspiciously eye the bulge in his pants. “You don’t, do you?”
Laughing, he unzips his pants. “No spikes. Similar like human cock. Little different. You want to see?”
“Heck yes!”
Omni drags his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. “Wow.” It’s…big. Fortunately, it’s like a porn star big, not a baseball bat big. It will be a tight fit but not one that would send me to hospital. Scooting closer, I reach for that marvel of alien biology, letting my hand hover over it. “May I?”
“Yes,” Omni replies, his exhale slightly strained as I slide one finger up his length. “You touch what you want.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” I giggle. “Just tell me if something I do is uncomfortable.” I don’t think anything will be, though. His cock really does seem a lot like a human cock. Except… “What are these?” I ask, running my palm over several noticeable ridges creating rings around the girth of his thick shaft. They should be fun rubbing against my inner walls. “Do they have a purpose?”
Chuckling, Omni wraps his hand around mine, encouraging me to squeeze tighter. “Yes. Purpose is partner’s pleasure.”
“Oh.” It must be nice to have a cock that’s ribbed for pleasure, but perhaps females of Omni’s kind have a harder time achieving orgasm and need the extra push. Despite having just come, I don’t think I will need much stimulation. Just holding this amazing cock in my hand has my breath catching in my throat and my heart rate speeding up. My pussy won’t stop clenching hungrily as if it can’t wait to take him inside. I need to ask about something else, though. “Can we, uh… I don’t suppose humans can get pregnant with your people, right?” That would be ridiculous. We’re a completely different species. There’s no way—
“Maybe. Humans seem…compatible.”
My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets with how hard they bulge. “What?! Are you telling me that humans can get pregnant with your kind?”
“I did not see human pregnant with Quintran but I saw human pregnant with Syndoran. I saw Silithrae pregnant with human. Very compatible.”
I drop his cock as if it were on fire and scoot back on the bed. “I’m absolutely not having a half alien baby when his father isn’t even going to be on the same planet!” Fuck! How does one even give birth to a baby with wings? I imagine it’s difficult enough to birth a baby without wings. But… How cute would a tiny Omni with my eyes be? A little angel with blonde hair and tiny wings? Damn, how does one even raise a child that can fly away during a tantrum? And why am I even thinking about an alien baby? Omni is leaving and there’s no way I’m getting pregnant with him. “Will human condoms work?”
“Not fear. I have, um, thing,” Omni says unhelpfully, pointing down to his cock. “Not pregnant.”
“You have a medical condition that makes you sterile, or you have some sort of birth control implant?”
Eyes gleaming, Omni nods vigorously. “Yes. Implant. Pregnant control implant.”
“Right.” I suppose birth control must sound weird to him when he can’t actually give birth. But how awesome is it that aliens actually invented male birth control instead of forcing females to stuff their bodies full of hormones? “Okay. If it works…?”
“Yes, works. No babies. Fin will not pregnant with me.”
He could be lying, of course, but I’ve already determined that I trust him. Besides, what would be the point? To sow alien seed among gullible human females? I’d imagine aliens would have better things to do. Or more efficient methods. “Fine. Let’s just…” I shift awkwardly. Pregnancy talk is one heck of a mood killer.
As usual, Omni magically picks up on my mood. “Want more later? Or I taste you again?”
Oh god. Did he seriously just offer to eat me out again? My pussy clenches in what is a clear “yes” but I shush it. I want Omni’s cock. The long, thick, ribbed, non-baby-making cock. “Kiss me,” I practically moan.
Standing on the bed, I’m taller than Omni, so this time it’s him craning his neck to reach. He doesn’t seem to mind, wrapping both arms around me as our tongues tangle together in a symphony of pure bliss I can taste myself and it’s more erotic than it has any right to be.
His rigid cock pokes into my thighs, smearing pre-cum everywhere, but Omni doesn’t push for more, seemingly content with spending the evening just kissing. I’m not. Dropping to my knees, I’m now eye to eye with his cock. A bead of gray-ish pre-cum forms on the tip, allowing me to gingerly swipe it off with my thumb. “If this kills me, make sure they engrave ‘Killed by alien cock’ on my tombstone,” I groan as I suck my thumb in my mouth, the rich flavor exploding on my tongue. It tastes like salted caramel which, granted, isn’t my favorite flavor in the world, but it definitely beats human cum flavor.
Omni cups the side of my face, his expression tender as he shakes his head. “Not kill. Not hurt you. Never.”
My heart stutters as feelings I don’t know how to deal with surge to the surface. Pushing them away, I reply, “That’s good to know.” Taking Omni’s cock into my mouth sets my libido on fire. It’s so thick and long I can barely take even half of the length and end up gagging a little when it hits the back of my throat, but the way Omni shudders and moans underneath my ministrations is more than sufficient reward.
“Infinity…” he moans out like a prayer and I’ve never liked the sound of my name more. Hollowing my cheeks, I keep sucking as I move my head up and down, careful not to gag again. Whiledeath by alien cock sounds like a magnificent end, I’m not nearly done living yet.
“Fin…” Omni’s fingers twitch in my hair, but he doesn’t push my head further down. Pulling back, my tongue swirls around the smooth head before licking down Omni’s length to where the ridges begin. Those firm, lust inspiring ridges that lie underneath the velvety skin. Just imagining them rubbing against my G-spot has my pussy gushing out moisture as I moan around Omni’s cock.
“Fin,” Omni says more urgently, my name followed by a string of alien words. I don’t need to be a xenolinguist to understand he’s trying to say he’s close, especially as his fingers tighten in my hair, nudging me to pull away. I’m tempted to have him finish in my mouth, to feel him shatter under the teasing ministrations of my tongue, but I also want him inside my pussy and I don’t know what kind of recovery period he’d need. For all I know, his people might only mate once a month or something, and I’m not willing to wait that long.
