However, my thoughts scatter as Vrokjan slides down and hovers at my pussy. His hot breath washes over my skin, sending pinpricks of pleasure swirling through me, making my insides clench with need. The glide of his tongue against my clit feels so incredible.

Soft moans drift past my lips as he pleasures me, taking his time to taste and tease my lower lips. His movements are slow, languid, as if he savors every lap. Arousal gathers at my entrance as he runs the tip of his tongue around the opening before going back to my clit.

There’s nothing frantic or rushed about what he’s doing to me. Even the arousal building is slow and hot. I lie back and enjoy his treatment as I watch the puffy purple clouds drift by.

Everything is in a haze, becoming muddled. I cannot think or speak. He probably wouldn’t punish me if I did, but I find I don’t want to break the spell weaving around us.

My body is light, weightless as he devours me. The pleasurable sensations hover in my peripheral as I feel myself splitting in two. There is no pain here, no sadness. Only relief.

My eyelids become heavy as I lie in the sun, no longer protected by his body. But it’s not scalding like it should be with two suns warring for their place in the sky. Instead, it’s like a comforting blanket covering me up. Besides, the ground is cool against my back, keeping me from overheating.

Vrokjan pulls away, bringing my attention back to him. With a wicked grin, he slowly unzips his suit, revealing his blue toned body to me once more. His muscles bunch and release with each movement, making my mouth water.

Once he’s naked, I study his massive cock. Earlier in the ship, I looked at it, but there were so many other things occupying my mind. He runs his fingers over his shaft, drawing attention to the bumps and ridges.

His thick, plump head glistens with precum, but even that is an odd shade of ice blue and not the white I’m accustomed to. It glistens at his slit, making me hungry for a taste. Part of me wants to devour him as he’s devoured me.

Down from his head, his shaft bulges out, almost like a ball, making it much larger. Then it slopes in again, only to swell out near the base. This lower part is even bigger than the upper. All together, he’s massive.

Nestled at the base, near a thatch of midnight blue hair, cropped short and neat, is a bit of skin. It’s feather-like, jutting out around him. Oddly enough, they seem to move of their own accord. I can’t make sense of it. Can’t even process it.

However, it’s when he curls his hand around his thick shaft my mind goes into overdrive. His fingertips don’t even meet as he strokes the upper part of his bulge, and that’s not even considering the lower one. Gulping, I lick my lips, not sure I can even handle such a beast. He notes my expression, his eyes taking on a feral sheen.

“I see your thoughts as if you speak them out loud, my precious little cow. No, you cannot handle me right now. But I will train you to take me. Your pussy will stretch and accommodate me.” Once more, he drops to his knees between my thighs. “You will beg me to fill you up.”

He takes his tip and rubs it across my clit. Bowing up, I gasp at the pleasure. Need pours through my veins as he strokes himself against me. His grunts fill my ears, flooding the area around us with his desire.

Bringing it lower, he notches the tip in my entrance. His plump head feels so good resting inside me, filling me just a touch. It’s not enough to get me off, but drives me wild, making me crave more.

“Celestials, Jessica,” he grunts, stroking himself even faster.

Each slide of his hand brings his cock just a bit more inside, stopping as the first bulge bumps against my delicate skin. The stretch is immense as millimeter by millimeter he feeds it into me. The slight burn is nothing compared to the white-hot need raking through my insides.

Moaning, I twist about beneath him, the noises sounding more like moos than actual cries of pleasure. But I don’t care. I need the release he’s denying me with a desperation I’ve never felt before.

He reaches over and grabs my other glove and wrenches it off, flinging it somewhere into the dirt. “Touch yourself,” he growls. “Show me what gets you off.”

I blink over at him, unsure of what to do first. Everything feels so overwhelming. Again, he pushes in a touch, bringing me to the cusp of pain. It’s a fine line that blurs as the pleasure he gives me tips the scales.

Dropping my right hand to my pussy, I rub my clit, moaning as my inner walls flutter around the part of him lodged inside. With the other hand, I grab my nipple, pinching and rolling the taut bud between my fingertips.

Animalistic wails pour from me as I buck against him. His masculine grunts intersperse my softer, feminine tones, creating an erotic cacophony that threatens to drown me in its heat. Again, I pinch my nipple, crying out as that line between pain and pleasure thins again, leaving me reeling.

Vrokjan’s stroking falters as he swells inside of me. Panic beats at my chest as the discomfort grows. Keening sounds claw at the back of my throat as I try to move away, something, anything, to escape the pain I’m sure is coming.

He doesn’t let me. With a roar, he grabs my hip, keeping me in place. His free hand knocks mine away as it lies there limp. Pleasure surges through me once more as he strokes me, distracting me from his release.

Hot cum spurts inside, bathing my inner walls with an intense heat. The sensation tips me over the edge, triggering my orgasm. Everything tightens, my body ramrod, as my release explodes through me.

I can’t think, speak, or even make a sound as my pussy clamps down around the tip of his cock. More cum drips from him and slides along my sensitive nerves, making my body quake.

He wasn’t lying when he said I’d beg. He’s not even fully seated inside me, and yet, I want nothing more than his massive girth and hot cum to keep giving me pleasure like this. It’s almost enough to keep me from thinking about the inevitable.

Almost. But not quite enough. Maybe when he’s at the point where he can fuck me properly, I won’t care anymore. As it is, the moment he withdraws, my mind goes back into overdrive.

His cum leaks out of me, sliding down my crack and into the dirt. With him standing off to the side cleaning up, I feel cold again, alone. But it makes sense. What does an alien know about intimacy?

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CHAPTER 16

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VROKJAN

I study my little cow, noting the shifting expressions flitting over her face. Such curious creatures. One moment, she’s blissful, nearly unaware of anything else around her. The next moment, her brain is churning, unable to settle down.

With a sigh, I zip up my suit and drop to my knees. My cum drips out of her, a pale blue against her skin. It looks good on her, as if it belongs. But I can’t take her to see my brother with my seed leaking from her body.

Knowing him, he’s already annoyed at how long I’m taking, and knowing about this little dalliance will only make him angrier. He just doesn’t understand the bond between a Rancher and their pet. With his attitude, he probably never will.

I slide my fingers to her lower lips, my eyes never leaving her face. I study my little heifer as I ease them inside. My cum mixed with her arousal allows me to slip in with no resistance.

Though her gaze is wary, she can’t deny the pleasure I bring her. Jessica’s head tips back, her lips parted as I pump in and out. She’s a vision, a creature of such beauty.