Day #6: 12 Days of Free Alien Romance 🎄
Dec 19, 2022 2:01 pm
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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 #
6
Ivy bounced a little in Tairon’s lap, and he cursed, lifting her up a little so there were a few inches of space between them. He slid his tail under her bottom so she was suspended in the water, her tits exposed to his enthusiastic gaze.
“Now you understand why it’s not just a hookup for me,” Tairon said, tracing a looping path between, under, and around her breasts before unraveling the end of one of her soggy braids. He combed through the damp strands with his claws while she floated there in front of him. “I want more than a weekend.”
“You can’t know that,” she chided. “Watching me is one thing, but once you get your dick wet, fantasy will collide with reality, and a weekend might be enough.”
“That’s not exactly how it works.” He moved to the other braid, avoiding eye contact.
“Your fixation won’t go away once you and I…?”
“No.”
“How do you cure it, then?”
Her braids freed, he smoothed his thumb along her hairline where the humidity had undoubtedly tightened her baby hairs into ringlets. “Already trying to get rid of me?” he teased gently.
Ivy looped her hands around the back of his neck and laced her fingers together. “I didn’t say that. I just thought you’d want—I don’t know. To be free of it. If there’s a way to cure it, I’ll help. It doesn’t mean we have to stop being friends.”
“Friends,” he grumbled good-naturedly. “What kind of friends?”
His tail relaxed, and she sank back down into his lap. Ivy wriggled so his cock settled between her folds, enjoying his groan. “The fun kind, obviously. What do we need to do to…break the spell or whatever you want to call it?”
“We’ll talk more about it tomorrow. Right now, I’d rather”— he scooped her up out of the water and perched her on the edge of the hot tub with her feet still dangling in the water—“do something else.”
Ivy’s entire body broke out in goosebumps from the sudden change in temperature, and her ass burned where it came in direct contact with the thin veil of slushy snow. Tairon tugged her knees apart and hesitated between her thick thighs.
“I thought it was your turn,” she protested weakly, making an attempt at fairness even though she was dying to feel his tongue’s main attraction after the preview of that kiss. Even if they couldn’t fuck this weekend, she wanted a taste of him, too.
“This is my turn,” he said gruffly. Who was she to argue with that? When she gave him a nod of encouragement, he licked from her knee all the way to her pouting pussy, already swollen and spoiled from his earlier treatment, in one sweeping slide. She shivered, and he glanced up. “Too cold?”
“Not yet,” she assured him. Her core was still heated from their soak and, with her lower legs in the warm water, the chill hadn’t penetrated much below her skin’s surface. Still, he grabbed one of the towels he’d set on the corner of the hot tub and draped it over her shoulders before settling back between her legs.
He combed his fingers through the red curls there. “Like little flames.” And then he ducked down, pulling one of her legs over his shoulder, and that tongue parted her lips. Its forked tip twisted around her clit in a swift, scalding tease before he latched on in earnest, sucking like he had something to prove.
Ivy’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she forgot to hold onto the towel. Thirty seconds later, she was gripping his horns for dear life, shaking and shouting as he mercilessly yanked a second orgasm out of her.
“What was that?” she asked when she’d regained her breath. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Just being a fun friend.” He winked one gleaming eye at her before he stood up from the hot tub, water cascading down his scales. “Sorry for the rush. I didn’t want you to freeze in this weather. Come on.”
This time he wrapped both of the towels around her and, heedless of the water that he was dripping on the floor, carried her into the house and through the kitchen to the overstuffed sofa in the living area. He deposited her on it, disappeared in the bathroom, and reappeared a minute later wearing a terrycloth robe, another in his hands. “Look what I found! Here, put it on while I light the fire and clean up.”
“Thanks,” she said, pulling it on while she watched him crouch easily in front of the fireplace opposite the sofa and arrange a couple of logs and kindling in it. Her only warning was a sharp purr before a lick of flame shot out of his mouth, igniting the kindling. An echo of warm air filled with his toasted-caraway-seed scent reached her a second later.
“Oh wow!” she blurted, as the fire, which had pretty much incinerated the kindling and already had the mossy fir logs snapping and popping, grew. She’d known about Draaks’ fire-breathing abilities—it’d been the issue of greatest concern before their species had fully integrated with the human population—and of course she’d seen it in educational videos and government information pamphlets, but it was a whole different experience watching it happen right in front of her.
Tairon grinned at her over his shoulder before pivoting fully. “First time seeing it in person?” She nodded, and his grin grew wider and more rakish. “I have all kinds of alien tricks to show you.”
She curled her feet under her and sat forward eagerly, tucking her fingers into the cuffs of the cozy robe. “Like what? Tell me all your secrets.”
He pushed up from the floor and came to join her on the sofa, sliding his tail between her and the cushions so it rested comfortably inside the dip of her lower back. “Hm. How about this? I’ll reveal one new thing every day. My very transparent ploy so you’ll keep me around longer. Today you get my flames. Tomorrow, you get—”
“Your dick?” The words slipped out before she could stop them. Heat slammed into her cheeks, and she could feel her earns burning as red as her hair. “I mean, I know we can’t—but I could use my—ack!” She covered her face with her terrycloth sleeves.
He was laughing, shoulders shaking and bumping against hers. “If that’s what you really want for Christmas, it’s yours. I have something else for you, too,” he added.
She dropped her hands to look at him. “What is it?”
“Something I’ve wanted to give you for a while. A Draakish thing. I know it won’t mean the same to you as it does to our kind, but I hope you’ll grasp the intent behind it and accept it for what it is.” His tone was so soft and serious, it marshmallowed her insides, made them light and sticky with curiosity and affection. He was so damn sweet.
“I’m sure I’ll love it.” If she didn’t, she would pretend her darnedest, even if it was something awful, like a pod of alien goo or a very badly sung original composition. Whether he knew it or not, she owed him that kindness, because just this one day with Tairon had been a huge, healing gift to her. She felt cared for. Wanted. Things she hadn’t felt for a long time. “I don’t have anything for you. I’m sorry.”
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, that tongue sliding up between her first two fingers in the exact same way it’d slid up her inner thigh. Even in this benign location, it was almost unbearably erotic, and her whole body reacted, twisting and squirming. “You are the gift. Never doubt it. I know this is all a lot to process, and I don’t want to—”
“Scare me off,” she butted in, unable to help it. James had always hated her impulse to complete other people’s sentences. He had some ugly psychological term for it. But to Ivy, it was a sign of closeness. It meant she wanted to crawl inside someone’s brain and live in their thoughts because they were already living in hers. “Don’t worry, you won’t. I’m sticking around long enough to learn all your tricks.”
Tairon’s mouth quirked up, and she couldn’t tell if his eyes glowed or if they just caught a reflection of the roaring fire. “My ploy is working, then.”
She nodded and laced her fingers through his. Yawning, she rested her head on his shoulder, exhaustion settling into her bones. The hot tub soak—and its two scorching orgasms—had relieved all the tension and worry from earlier in the day.
She didn’t know what the new year or the rest of her life would bring. But she looked forward to tomorrow, and that was enough for now.
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT EPISODE...TOMORROW!
Lots of love,
