Impossible.

But then again, I supposed I was going to evolve, too. The starburn would change me. Make me able to take him. Maybe even take both of them at the same time.

Panic bloomed alongside sudden arousal, the two forces smashing together inside me until it was a dizzying, drugging mix in my blood. I wanted to fling myself off the balcony in fear.

I wanted to touch him.

I couldn’t decide which of those things was more insane, and I did neither. I simply sat there and gawked while veins swelled and throbbed beneath the scale-like ribbing on his cocks. I noticed in a distant, nearly giddy way, that he had a slit at the tip of each cock, and that both were wet, which meant he must have been able to come from both shafts. And that was a dangerous thought, because now I was picturing it, picturing Skallagrim taut and arching, his face slack with pleasure, shafts bursting in explosive unison, or maybe one after the other, sending a hot spray all over me, inside me.

I’d known he was male. I’d even known that we were supposed to be mates.

But this was the first time I’d truly imagined him in a sexual way that wasn’t edged with resentment and dread. I let my thoughts creep outward, slowly at first, then much quicker, fantasizing about what it really, truly would be like to have sex with him. To let him fill me. To have his massive body heaving overtop of mine, his scales rasping along my sensitive skin.

He won’t hurt me.

I didn’t know where that thought came from, but I knew instantly that it was true. No matter how big he was, he wouldn’t hurt me. He’d never hurt me. If anything, he’d probably try to please me, rocking inside me until he found just the right places. And then he’d take me harder, brutal in his own need, but by then it wouldn’t matter because I’d already be coming and shaking and screaming for him and –

“What are you thinking?” Skallagrim panted. If he’d been human, I was pretty sure he would have been absolutely drenched in sweat right now. His entire form was fraught with a barely restrained, trembling tension.

I unstuck my tongue from the roof of my mouth. Before I could come up with a lie, I answered him honestly. “I’m thinking about having sex with you.”

He stuttered out a rasping groan. His hips twitched forward involuntarily, a jerk of movement that brought the tip of his bigger cock into wet, unexpected collision with my mouth. He drew back his hips with a swift snap, but he didn’t apologize. He simply stared down at my face, my lips, mute and shaking. I raised a hand to my mouth, smearing salty moisture.

“And,” he heaved out after a long moment, “do I please you? At least in your deepest, secret imaginings? Do I at least please you there?”

Lie. Lie, right fucking now.

But I didn’t.

I nodded shakily.

Skallagrim’s reaction was so sudden there was no way I could have prepared myself for it. In a second – less than a second – I was shoved to my back on the bed and Skallagrim was on his knees on the floor between mine. He was so huge that even kneeling beside the bed like this, he could keep one massive hand pressing firmly down against my abdomen while the other whispered upwards to grasp my hip.

I had nothing beneath my robe. My pussy was bared to him as he gave a stilted moan and dragged the tip of his snout along the screaming skin of my inner knee.

“Whatever you’ve imagined, whatever you desire, Suvi, I can do it. Be it. I can be whatever you want me to be.”

I gasped and bucked when fangs nipped at my inner thigh. My pulse came fast, beating like a drum inside my clit. My toes curled.

“Let me show you, little star. Let me taste you.” His breath fanned over my slick skin, lighting me on fire. “Let me in.”

I fisted the cotton bedding, hips straining. My mind completely blank, a featureless white slate cleared of all reason by physical need. There was no thought, no words at all, only each heartbeat chasing down the one that had come before until my whole body pounded.

This was crazy – I wasn’t even starburning yet! – but suddenly, undeniably, I wanted him.

I didn’t open my legs any wider.

But I didn’t close them, either.

And that was all the invitation Skallagrim needed. Or maybe he’d just come to the end of his fraying rope of control. Either way, whether it was in triumph or in battered defeat, he let go and surged inwards. The end of hist snout bumped against my clit with near-bruising force, and I cried out before he dragged the twin tips of his tongue over the swollen spot in a soothing swipe.

If at any moment I forgot that he was alien, the sound that clawed out of his throat reminded me with vicious clarity. It wasn’t even close to a human sound. It was a feral snarl, reverberating across my shivering skin.

His hands closed like vises around my thighs. He spread them wide, wide as they would go, hitching my hips upwards as he inhaled unsteadily. Then, his tongue plunged back in.

This was no tender, exploratory touch. It wasn’t a slow, gentle probing so he could learn all my sensitive places.

But despite the desperate savagery of his mouth, he was learning, alright. Every time the tips of his tongues swirled over my clit and I reacted, he’d do it again. And again. Until there was nothing, no sensation in the entire world, beyond the whirling vortex of his slippery tongues across that exquisitely burning bundle of nerves.

But it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, knew there was more, and was searching with hunger so hard and panting it almost felt like panic. With one tip of his tongue still rubbing greedily at my clit, the other slipped down, down through the wetness, until...

We moaned in unison when half his tongue shoved inside me.

Two tongues... dear God.

Technically, it was one tongue, but the two segments moved completely separate from each other. One side laved wetly over my clit, stringing sensation in tight chords, while the other began to fuck me. There was no other way to describe it. He was truly fucking me with his tongue, thrusting it in and out with the urgency of a swollen cock.

I wasn’t going to last much longer. Some part of me wanted to fight this. To fight how good it felt, to fight the impending orgasm. Coming on Skallagrim’s tongue would change something irreparably, something even more than the inevitable starburning heat would. This was different than heat, because this was entirely my body reacting to him, all on its own.

It was me who wanted this. Only me. Not destiny or biology or even Skallagrim himself coaxing me into it.

It was me.

And it was me who came first. There was no hiding from it, no running from that tsunami of blinding sensation, building from some hidden place inside me and undulating outwards until it met with the ring of pleasure pulsing around the area of my clit. When those two points of pleasure – one internal, one external – came into shuddering sync, it almost felt like dying. Complete obliteration, everything vanishing except the wave bearing me up, up, up, to such a dizzying height I truly felt that I might fall and break apart on impact.

I became aware of hands moving on me – large hands, sliding up from my hips over the padding of my abdomen. Without thinking, I grabbed at those hands, seeking an anchor in the storm. Skallagrim’s fingers twined with mine just as I crested that effervescent wave. His tongue guided me with new, lust-sharpened expertise over the blistering edge and into an ocean so bright it was as if every star had fallen from the sky.

I floated there for a long, long time, buoyed along by pulsing aftershocks in my core. Skallagrim lapped at me, tasting the moisture, something so arousing and embarrassing I couldn’t decide whether to close my legs or watch him.

I didn’t close my legs, and watching him was a total trip. Without the flatness of a human mouth, he basically held his jaws open, suspended in an unfinished bite around my pelvis. His fangs gleamed like knives, so fucking close to puncturing right through my skin. His eye was screwed shut so tight it almost looked like he was in pain.