Day #5: 12 Days of Free Alien Romance 🎄
Dec 18, 2022 1:01 pm
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Turns out human DNA is spread all across the universe, but actual humans are believed to be extinct. That is, until I’m randomly picked up by a passing slave ship.
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🎄 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 #
5
Tairon’s cock bumped her clit again, reminding Ivy that, even though he’d just melted her brains, she hadn’t returned the favor yet.
She patted his tail so he’d loosen his boa-constrictor hold on her waist, and flipped around so she was straddling his lap, his curved length now nestled in the crack of her ass. Face-to-face with him, she let her hands wander over his stomach, noticing how his scales changed from flat and pliable on his abs and pecs to hard and armored on his arms and shoulders.
The cold air seared her heated skin as her hands broke the surface of the water, but she hardly noticed. His eyes glowed and his fingers tightened on her thighs as she reached the underside of his chin, testing the knobs of bone that punctuated his jaw and stuttered across his brow. He had soft places, too, like his full mouth and his yellow, liquid gaze as she stared up at him, taking it all in.
“I must look strange to you,” he murmured, bending his neck toward her so she could reach all the way to the tip of one of his short, twisting horns. The end looked sharp, but in actuality was blunted, the surface worn smooth like a piece of sea glass, and she ran the pad of her thumb over it, enjoying the texture.
“No. Not strange. Your face is so familiar to me that this feels…I don’t know. Almost like déjà vu. Like I’ve done it a hundred times before.” Her fingers followed the horn back down to the ridge of his nose, bumping over his tempting lips, and he made an inarticulate sound in the back of his throat. “I know you don’t kiss, but would…”
The rest of her sentence was stolen when he captured her mouth with his. His lips were as soft as she’d imagined they’d be, hot velvet pressure that made her moan. Like his other touches, it was like nothing else. He kissed all parts of her mouth, both corners and the dip below her nose, the little ledge above her chin. Everything in between, too, all punctuated with the lightest flicks of his tongue, like he couldn’t help it. Her eyes pricked with unshed tears, it was so strange and perfect.
“Gods, your mouth,” he breathed, pulling back only the barest distance to make room for the words. “I understand why you humans do this now.”
Then his tongue, forked and muscular, invaded, slicking against hers in the hottest, filthiest kiss she’d experienced in her life. He filled and fucked her mouth with it, its length and strength overwhelming everything she knew about kissing. She couldn’t help grinding back against his cock as he gave and took, promised and delivered, and her sleepy, sated clit buzzed back to life.
“Inside me,” she gasped against his mouth when he paused for breath. “Please.”
He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to his chest. “I wish,” he rumbled in her ear. “I didn’t bring condoms, though. I didn’t expect this to happen, and you smell so—”
“I smell?!” she squeaked, interrupting him. How mortifying! She never should have worn that stupid, acrylic Christmas sweater to work. She’d been sweating in it all morning.
“You smell fertile,” he finished, chuffing a laugh into her hair. “Trust me, it’s a nice smell. As much as I’d like to seed you—gods, I can’t believe I can finally say those words out loud to you—making a baby is definitely moving too fast. Not even you can argue with that.”
“I have an IUD,” she offered. “And I’m—damn it. I was going to say I’m clean, but James has been sleeping around, so I don’t even know. Ugh, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“This won’t exactly be the hot holiday hookup I was offering. I don’t blame you if you want to head back to town. But if you decide to stay, I’ll do my best to make it worth your while.” She lifted her hands out of the water to wiggle ten pruney fingers where he could see them.
“Any time with you is worth my while.” He tapped his way up her spine, counting her vertebrae all the way up to her hairline. Then, like he was choosing his words very carefully, he said, “Maybe I don’t want a hookup, anyway.”
How could he say that? His cock was still prodding her ass, swollen and unfulfilled. “I don’t know. Feels like you do,” she teased.
He cradled the back of her head, pulling her even closer so her nose was buried in the hollow of his throat, and she felt his tongue flick over her forehead and trace along her part line. A Draakish version of a kiss on the head. It was so weird and so nice, and it made her smile into his skin.
“Let me rephrase. I don’t want just a hookup. I’ve waited…a long time for this. My species, we…there are things you should know before…” he trailed off, sounding reluctant to continue. “Sorry. I’m trying not to scare you again.”
“Just tell me.”
“How can I put this in human terms? We…fixate. So casual sex is not something we do.”
“Oh! So if we hook up, you’ll be…what? Obsessed with me? In puppy love? Follow me around everywhere like a stalker?” She giggled.
“Ahhh…” He drew out the embarrassed sound, and his hand left her back as he reached up to rub his horns. She could hear the grimace in his voice. “It’s a little late for that, I’m afraid.”
She sat up, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“I’m saying…it wasn’t a coincidence I was on your corner this afternoon.” He exhaled, his breath frosting in the air to mingle with the steam rising from the water. The sky above was completely dark now, light from the cabin windows striping the patio snow in shades of gold. A few stray snowflakes still tumbled down, glittering in the edges of the light.
“But I see you there all the time,” she protested, not wanting to fully process what he was saying. He just looked at her, so she tried again. “You live in the neighborhood.”
“No, I don’t,” he said patiently.
“Yes, you do. I’ve seen you around for years,” she protested. Realization stretched and grew inside her, fragile and tremulous like a soap bubble. “Wait. All this time…you’ve been…watching me?”
“I tried to stay out of your way,” he ground out, scrubbing his tattooed forearms self-consciously. “It’s hard to keep our distance once…”
“You fixate,” she blurted out, finishing the sentence he seemed unwilling to. “Oh my god. I had no idea.”
“Yeah,” he said unhappily. “I’m sorry.”
Her mind whirred, cataloging all their interactions. The daily ones over the counter at work. Glimpses of his bike parked on the street almost as regularly. Steering carts around each other at the grocery store as they exchanged awkward smiles. She’d thought they were meaningless little coincidences, not…important. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
His mouth twisted ruefully. “What could I say? ‘Hi, don’t mind me, I’m Tairon, your new Draakish stalker?’ I tried to keep our interactions somewhere you felt safe—”
“The bakery,” she butted in, nodding.
“Yeah. Until you got to know me. I thought it wouldn’t be so off-putting when I broke the news if you were sure I wasn’t a creep. I was going to tell you everything that time when I asked you out. But then I found out you had a boyfriend, so…” he shrugged. “I figured it’d be unwelcome information and backed off as much as I could.”
“It worked.”
“Good. I couldn’t help hanging around, but at least I didn’t bother…”
“No, not the backing-off. The getting-to-know-me-first. I’m officially not creeped out. I’m”—she felt herself go a little giddy, like she’d had another swig from the tequila bottle—“flattered, I guess.”
“You are? Gods, Ivy, what a relief. Of all the possible reactions, this is the one I didn’t expect. Of course, I thought I’d be telling you over coffee, not while you were sitting naked on my cock.”
“It’s a point in your favor, really,” she deadpanned.
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT EPISODE...TOMORROW!
Lots of love,
