A Hot Teaser from Alien Rogue
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And now…another spicy snippet from Alien Rogue:
“You know that I would share you with him, if it pleased you,” Zandro growls in my ear.
Heat soars over me at those words and I take a shuddering breath. “You would?”
“I want to see the things that pleasure you, Bekah,” he says. “As long as, at the heart of things, you’re mine.”
Fuck—what’s wrong with me? I’m no exhibitionist, but this…
Taraven’s hand drops to his lap and I swallow hard, my mouth going dry.
“I couldn’t,’ I say.
“But you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?” Zandro asks. His tail slips suddenly underneath my waistband, then it’s trailing down my stomach, my pelvis, lower… “Sitting on my cock while Taraven licks your cunt. Feeling me deep inside you with Taraven pleasuring you until you coat me with your arousal.”
He’s speaking Skoropi again, but that doesn’t make it any less agonizing to sit here with him almost touching me, with Taraven watching us with that lazy smile on his face. I rock my hips up toward Zandro, shuffling awkwardly in my seat.
“I don’t think I could use him—or you—like that,” I say.
“Look at him,” Zandro says. I follow his instructions, finding Taraven with lust-glazed eyes. “He would be honored for the privilege to taste you, my mate.”
Zandro’s tail is at my clit then, brushing soft against it, then lower still, toward my aching core.
He’s about to fuck me with his tail.
I let my head loll against his shoulder, my eyes sliding shut when his tail presses into me. I know that he can kill with that thing, that I’m totally exposed to what he described as his most dangerous weapon—but it feels good, like he’s retracted his claws, and he starts to pump in and out of me slowly and methodically.
“Isn’t this…dangerous?” I gasp out, my fingernails digging into the table.
“No, my ekirah,” he murmurs against the top of my head. His hand slips underneath my shirt to palm my breast, and I don’t care that people are looking, that Taraven is staring at me across the table with a look of complete and utter desire. Zandro rolls my nipple between his fingers and I groan, spreading my legs wide to take him deeper. “I choose when my body is an instrument of death, or one of pleasure. And for you…I will always be an instrument of pleasure.”
“Oh,” I breathe. “Oh.”
That tail is so dexterous, moving so expertly, that he finds that spot again—that spot that’s quickly getting overstimulated because he somehow knows how to push all the right buttons even though we just started fucking. I whimper quietly, turning into him and putting my hand on his thigh, and he’s so hard when I feel his cock that I…
Zandro suddenly turns his head to face the others, and his voice is so loud it startles me.
“Get out,” he growls.
It goes quiet in the room, the only sound my harsh breaths. He doesn’t let up, and I can hear the dull, slick sound of his tail inside me, pressing into that spot. I whimper again, he’s playing me like an instrument, he—
“Get out!” he repeats.
He stills, the pressure agonizing and delicious, and it’s only then that I’m able to suck in a breath. The crew starts to filter out one after the other, Soval giving Zandro a mocking salute. I’m almost disappointed to see Taraven start to go too, heading for the door with a stiffness to his posture that betrays just how aroused he is.
“Not you,” Zandro says.
Taraven stills and looks over his shoulder, like he doesn’t dare hope.
“Me?” he asks.
Zandro’s tail moves inside me and I release a breathy sigh, my fingers curling around his cock. I want him so bad, I need him, especially as his hand starts to move on my breast again.
“Do you want him to stay, my mate? Do you want him licking you while you ride my cock?” Zandro asks. “Tell me now, before I change my mind.”
It’s roleplay, I’m not myself, I’m drunk, they’re aliens.
But my mouth betrays me, my throat hoarse.
“Yes.”