Day #11: 12 Days of Free Alien Romance 🎄
Dec 24, 2022 2:06 pm
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And now for the story...
🎄 All I Want for Christmas is Everything🎄
Content warnings: Catching a cheater, respectful stalking, alien NSFW scenes
Missed an episode? The entire story will be available to download as an ebook in my Facebook Reader Group on December 25.
EPISODE #
11
Ivy carefully put aside the spoon and then pushed Tairon back in his seat, dropping to the floor to kneel between his thighs. “Now I want to unwrap my other gift.”
He laughed and groaned at the same time, his head falling back on the sofa as she unbuttoned his jeans and nudged him to lift his hips so she could pull them down enough to reach inside. When she wrapped her hand around the ridged, burgundy curve of his shaft, he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Gods, gods, gods,” he chanted to the ceiling. “Is this really happening?”
She freed the purple-black head from the confines of the dark denim. It was already smeared with moisture, and she thumbed the slick liquid, his quick inhale telling her she was doing something right. She explored, letting her fingers roam over the different shapes and textures without trying to map them to a human experience, much in the same way that he’d explored her body in the hot tub.
Using the rhythm of his breath and the sounds he made to guide her, she found what he liked best: a two-handed technique with light, feathering strokes over the head and pressure on sensitive dips between his ridges. She circled one of those spots with her thumb and forefinger, and he bucked his hips up into her other hand as she tightened her grip.
“I’m going to squeeze you right here when you’re inside me,” she said, and the hoarse sound that tore out of him made her core ache and drip so much that she could feel her leggings getting damp between her thighs. He grabbed the back of her head, tilting it so he could push his thumb between her lips.
“You’re going to make me come with that mouth,” he panted, looking down at her with an expression that was half wonder and half heavy-lidded lust.
“Probably so,” she said gravely, purposely misunderstanding him. Maintaining the ring of pressure between his ridges, she bent her neck, angling his cock so she could lick up the cleft of his swollen head. He tasted like his toasted caraway scent, distilled—oily and peppery and citrusy all at once. She licked again. “You taste amazing, Tairon.”
She took him in her mouth, and a string of blissed-out nonsense left his lips, his fingers tightening in her hair. Tonguing his slit, she bobbed over the thick head, enjoying the way he stretched her lips and bumped against the top of her palate. She couldn’t get him very far into her throat due to the pronounced curve, but she used both hands on his shaft while her mouth worked the upper half, and he writhed and panted and groaned like she was killing him.
She adjusted her pace, speeding and then slowing so she wouldn’t push him over the edge.
“Come up here and sit on me,” he begged, after some glorious minutes of this.
She popped off to make a face at him. “I would if I could.”
“You can.” He drew her up so she straddled his lap, hands sliding under her shirt to palm her braless breasts. He licked up her neck and then tugged her shirt over her head, groaning when the stretchy fabric complied with his demands, exposing her tits. Flinging her top somewhere behind the sofa, he pushed them together and dragged his tongue through her cleavage, making her squirm against his hard length.
“I wish,” she groaned, almost willing to bend the rules at this point if she could have the satisfaction of feeling him slide all those ridges inside. She couldn’t put Tairon at risk because of James’s bad behavior, though.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but when’s the last time you and he actually…” he trailed off, letting her fill in the blank.
“I don’t remember,” she answered truthfully. “A while.”
He buried his face in her neck, his voice muffled, the heat of his breath on her skin making her rock on his lap. “I hope this isn’t crossing a line, but I, uh, know the exact date.”
Her hips stilled. “You do?”
“September eighth. I didn’t watch you or anything creepy like that,” he rushed to add, pulling back to look her in the eye, sincerity written all over his face. “It’s not like that. I could…smell it on you when I saw you.”
“So every time he and I were together, you knew?” she asked, eyes widening. He nodded, looking slightly pained. “Oh my god, that must have been awful for you. I don’t know how you were so patient all this time.”
“Because I knew you were my alokoi. I would wait forever for you.” He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her in for a series of hot licks and nips. “It’s been long enough since you were with him that I trust it’s safe for us to be together, Ivy. If you’re ready.”
Ready? She was already wriggling out of her leggings, getting one foot tangled in her panties in her haste to get them off. She wasn’t the one who’d been waiting years for this, but it sure felt like it.
“How much to do you like these?” he asked gruffly, watching her struggle with an amused quirk to his mouth. Her noise of frustration must have clued him in that she couldn’t care less at that exact moment, because he reached down and ripped through the elastic, freeing her so she could clamber back onto his lap.
Straddling him, she yanked on his shirt, and he tore it open, popping buttons in every direction. Then he pulled her close. Her nipples scudded over the rough texture of his scales, sending sparks through her. He grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her to line up the head of his cock with her opening.
Their eyes met, his glowing gold as the flames in the fireplace, and anticipation curled tight in her belly until it resembled pure, voracious hunger. “What are you waiting for?” she panted, tilting her hips back to better the angle. “Please, I need you.”
“That’s what I was waiting for, beautiful,” he murmured. “Your pretty words to let me know I can finally have what’s mine.”
He relaxed his grip on her a little at a time, letting gravity impale her on his cock. The indulgent stretch of his thick head entering her sent a wash of tingles up her spine. The feeling was even better than she’d imagined, and the muscles in her thighs started to shake as he coaxed himself inside her. Her progress stopped at the first of his ridges and, as she’d promised, she squeezed her internal muscles around the sensitive ring of tissue above it.
His groan and reflexive thrust was worth it when another ridge pushed inside her. She squeezed him again. His tail thumped hard on the sofa cushion beside them. “Gods, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that. Be good, and you’ll get what you want.”
Being on the naughty list was feeling pretty wonderful, though. She bit her lip, and with the right movement, captured a third ridge. Squeeze. His tail swung up and smacked her on the ass. The hot, stinging slap made her squeal and clench again.
“Bad girl,” he growled in her ear. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he applied steady downward pressure, and the rest of his deliciously textured cock slid inside her, burying him to the hilt. The curve forced the head directly against her g-spot, and she lost her breath when the pressure notched in just the right spot, like it was made to fit her. At the same time, his ridges massaged and stretched her inner walls with every movement, even the tiny movement of air flowing in and out of his lungs.
The sensation was so overwhelming and intense that all she could do was let go and enjoy it. Burying her face in his gorgeous, muscular chest, she whimpered and whined as he rolled his hips, driving his length in and out of her, rubbing his abdominal scales against her clit with every plunge. She was so wet now that his ridges purred through her opening, and the relentless glide of the head against her most sensitive spot built her pleasure so quickly that her brain couldn’t keep up.
“You feel so good,” Tairon grunted. “So perfect, fuck, I can’t—I’m not—I’m—”
“Gonna come,” she gasped, but it was too late. She was already shaking and squeezing and cursing and begging, and he was throbbing and laughing and holding her tight, so tight, anchoring her so she didn’t fall off the sofa as he filled her up with hot, filthy pulses.
She collapsed against him, boneless and incapable of any words or rational thought. After a few more thrusts and shudders and murmured praise for what a good girl she was, what a bad girl, what a sweet girl, his, Tairon twisted his body so they both fell sideways onto the sofa, her on top. His arms, legs, and tail tangled around her, trapping her limbs and securing her so his cock stayed buried inside her until they both caught their breath.
“That was—” she began.
“Everything,” he finished.
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FINAL EPISODE...TOMORROW!
Lots of love,
