Kanda's Alien: A Scifi Romance (Dagrinian Love 2) (5 page)

That wonderful tongue of
his starts circling my swollen pearl in the most delicious way. I
shouldn’t let him do this to me because I’m supposed to be mad at
him. How can I teach him anything if I don’t hold my
ground?

I halfheartedly try to
squirm away from him again. This bloke needs to learn a lesson. He
growls softly sending a streamer of lust right through my core.
When he presses my thighs wider apart some wild part of me comes
out to play. I don’t know this side of me. This untamed side of me
is thrilled to be pinned to the bed and taken. As passionate
tension builds out of control within me, I start to like this side
of me.

Only my alien has ever
made me feel this way. He growls softly again and then his right
hand moves toward my pussy. I tense as I wait to see what he’ll do.
His tongue continues to lap at my clit as he slides two thick
fingers inside me. I buck my hips at the intense feel of his large
fingers exploring my hidden passage. He scissors his fingers and I
almost come.

I’m panting by the time he
starts to move his fingers in and out of my needy pussy. I jerk my
hips and ride his hand seeking the release I know he can give
me.

“
Mmm, you are so wet and
tight and soft. I can’t wait to mate you,” he whispers against my
sensitive bud.

His words and the reverent
way he said them make the pulse in my clit pound in desperate need.
I cry out as he latches onto my aching clit and sucks hard as he
thrusts his fingers deep and curls them.

All of my muscles tighten
as bliss blows through my veins and caresses all of my nerve
endings. I writhe on the golden bed as he continues to softly lick
my pussy. His body keeps me open and easily caressable. He forces
me to float around in paradise for a long time.

He doesn’t stop until
desire starts building in me again. I can’t believe I’m heating
back up so soon. My pussy is juicing around his fingers and the
need to be taken is starting to become overwhelming.

“
Please,” I beg as he
curls his fingers and hits a spot in me that is magical and
electric. My pulse is pounding out a carnal beat that has my full
attention. I’m becoming desperate for him to fill me up.

I squirm again and he
growls softly in response. His hand grips my hip tighter for a
second and then releases me. I look down and watch him lick my
pussy from entrance to clit. The motion is slow and controlled. I
don’t want him controlled. I want him desperate like me.

When our gazes meet, I see
hunger in his diamond eyes. That look heightens my own lust and
makes me feel desirable—desperately wanted.

I twist and turn in need
as he kisses his way up my body. He stops and sucks at my nipples.
The drawing of his mouth sends a spear of lust straight to my core.
The pulse in my clit throbs and aches. The sight of his big purple
hand on my breast makes me need him more. He’s so different and he
makes me need things I’ve never needed before. I want him to
dominate me. To use me as he pleases.

As I wonder about my
sanity, he starts kissing and licking his way up to my mouth. When
our lips collide, I no longer care about my sanity. I just want
him. His tongue teases and tastes mine. His flavor is untamed male.
I can’t get enough of him. I inhale his scent and want to eat him
up. The kiss deepens as our tongues dance and tastes and
explore.

I caress his powerful
shoulders and thrill in the way his muscles ripple under my touch.
When I caress the base of his skull he growls softly and shudders.
His heated gaze locks with mine. I feel him spread my legs wider
and glance down to see him guide the large cherry red crown of his
donger to my entrance. I spot something at the base of his erection
but the feel of his crown touching me draws my gaze to our new and
wonderful connection.

He rubs the silky blunt
head up and down coating it with my juices. I suck in a breath when
he starts pushing inside me. The feeling is almost uncomfortable.
My gaze stays glued to his gentle invasion. I can’t stop looking
until I see most of his plum colored shaft disappear inside
me.

I close my eyes and just
feel. He is so large that he fills me completely. My body eagerly
absorbs every shift of his hips. He moans and kisses me as his hips
start moving. I quiver at every thrust and retreat. His huge crown
plows the way and his full shaft rakes over all the hot spots
inside me. I’m consumed by the feel of him using me and pleasing me
all at the same time.

I rock my hips and wrap my
legs around his waist. He does that low growl that heats my blood
and then starts pounding in and out of me. I grip his shoulders and
cry out as his big body pushes me closer to the release I
seek.

When I’m panting with need
he slows and then stops.

What? Surely he’s not
going to leave me hanging. I’d just decided he is my mate again. I
frown at him and move my hands to his hips. He’s not going
anywhere.

His lips curl into a sexy
smile. I blow out a relieved breath when he starts sinking deeper
and deeper into me. I gasp when he presses beyond where he’d gone
before. I’m starting to be stretch to an uncomfortable
level.

His gaze is knowing and
almost secretive. What kind of secret is his keeping? I’m just
about to ask when he presses harder into me. My breath whooshes
from my lungs as a vibrations hits my sensitive pearl and then
sucks it in.

“
Oh, oh, ooh.” That thing
at the base of his donger is amazing. I try to look down at the
small wonder but all I see is his rippling belly muscles press
against my body.

Blue diamonds look down at
me with a mixture of lust and something else. His gaze never leaves
mine as he rocks his hips. The bliss that blasts through my pussy
has me crying out and writhing beneath him. The pleasure washes
over me in waves. His body continues to wring mine until I’m a
mumbling mess and loving every moment of it.

While I drift in a
euphoric haze he starts moving his hips faster and faster. He
presses me deep into the bed as he searches for his own release.
I’m in such a boneless state that his huge erection doesn’t hurt. I
enjoy the feel of him invading my pussy over and over
again.

I flex my inner muscles
and he stiffens and slams into me one last time. He cries out as
his body jerks and his release fills my pussy and starts leaking
out. His twitching muscles bring me to a new level of satisfaction.
I like pleasing him. It strangely makes me feel happier than I ever
have.

He rolls us to our sides
and pants for a long moment. I smile at him and he smiles back. My
heart melts. He is definitely a mate of mine. I remember his
secretive smile from before and look down at the small bliss-giving
thing at the base of his donger.

The interesting organ is a
lighter shade of purple than his thick shaft. I long to explore the
little thing that gives so much pleasure.

I look into his intense
gaze. “What is that organ at the base of your donger?” I hope I’m
not breaking some alien law by asking a sensual question. These
beings could be real prudes when they aren’t taking what they want.
I bite my lip as I await his answer.

He rests his hand on my
hip. I try not to let it distract me too badly. I know what he’s
capable of doing with his hands.

A sparkle enters his
pretty eyes. “Donger must mean cock where you come
from.”

“
Yes, penis, cock, donger.
They are the same thing only I was raised calling them dongers.
Does that name bother you?” I hope it doesn’t because I’m going to
have a hard time relabeling his manly parts. To get more of his
donger I’d do it though.

“
It doesn’t bother me.” He
slides his hand back and forth over the curve of my hip. With
effort, I don’t let him distract me.

“
Tell me about that
special thing that you have.” His firm body is a delicious mystery
to me. One I want to hear all about. He makes me feel bold and a
bit wild.

“
It’s called a rospet. Its
purpose is to stimulate a female so that her body produces enough
mating juice to keep her from being injured during rough mating.
Your body is a little different from a dagrinian female’s.” His
hand slides up and over my hip and then his finger swirls around in
my long red strands. His hot gaze locks with mine. “Human females
get wetter than dagrinian females. You also have some control over
your inner muscles. That makes human females a prize to any
dagrinian male.”

I’ve never been a prize
before. That could be good or it could be bad. I need to know more
about him. I think about what he’s said so far. “Are you a
dagrinian?”

“
Yes, little human.” He
slaps my hip and then climbs from the bed.

He doesn’t even try to
cover himself. I look at his rospet. “Can I touch your rospet?”
That pale purple organ is very intriguing.

“
No.” I frown at his
resolute answer. He grins and pulls me from the bed. “One day I’ll
let you touch it.” As I smile and carefully reach out to touch him,
his gaze hardens. “No, little human. You don’t set the pace. I’ll
let you know when you can explore my rospet. Now go get cleaned up
and then you need to eat.”

“
Do I get to clean my
clothes and put them back on?” I like my new mate, but I’m not sure
about this whole naked thing.

“
No, you aren’t going
anywhere so you don’t need clothes,” he says as he heads for his
closet and pulls out a pair of black pants and a dark blue
shirt.

I watch in stunned
disbelief as he gets dressed.

I gesture up and down his
body. “Why do you get clothes? This isn’t right? What if I get
alien flu or something?” He is unbelievable.

“
I get to wear clothes
because I’m in control. If you get sick I’ll heal you. Now go
relieve yourself and come back in here to eat. A friend of mine
sent some food last night. I want to see if you like it.” He shoos
me toward the cleansing room. “Go.”

Augh. He can be so
annoying. I spot the platter of food on the midnight black
countertop and my mouth waters. It looks like some sort of bread
and some other type of baked creation.

As I take care of my
needs, I hope Niya is doing better today and that her alien is
treating her well. Maybe I can see her soon.

CHAPTER

6

~ Kanda ~

♥

With my body still humming
from our romp on his golden sheets, I leave the cleansing room and
head into the small kitchen or what I guess is a kitchen. I haven’t
seen a fridge or a cooktop. Since he has retrieved food from this
area and there is a counter and a sink with running water, I have
to assume this is his kitchen. It’s a shame there’s no place for a
barbie.

He is waiting for me with
a plate of food. It looks real good. My stomach growls as I take
the plate he offers.

“
We’ll eat in the living
area.” He gets his own plate and I follow him into the cramped
room. Living on a spacecraft is like living in an efficiency
apartment or one of those tiny homes meant for one person to live
in. The bush wasn’t all bad, I had plenty of room.

We sit on the golden couch
that is trimmed in bright blue. He must love gold and blue. As he
sits next to me I admit that his skin looks good next to the golden
back of the couch. Don’t tell me he’s a prissy pretty boy who
harmonizes even his skin color to his furniture.

I think back on his
actions so far and don’t think that he is. He must just like gold
and blue. I place my plate on my lap and pick up what looks like a
muffin. I take a bite and moan when I taste the sweet flavor of
sindot fruit mixed with perfectly blended muffin dough. The texture
is spot on. Not dry and not wet.

In my hunger, I devour the
muffin and then go for the other food. I pick up the strange eating
utensil. It looks like a mini spatula. Following his lead, I scoop
up a bite of the flaky crusted food that has some kind of fluffy
yellow stuff with blue dots in it as a bottom layer. Damn, I hope
I’m not allergic to this stuff.

The rumble of my stomach
encourages me to try it. The only option is to starve to death. I’d
rather not do that. I take a bite. The flavorful crust blends
perfectly with the yellow and blue stuff that tastes a lot like
spicy eggs. I can’t help but wonder if this craft has some alien
chickens running around it somewhere. As I take another bite I
don’t think so. This craft is too clean for poop dropping chickens.
Alien chickens drop poop, don’t they?

The big mate next to me
eats his last bite and goes to put his plate in the sink. I watch
his tight ass as he walks away. It’s a shame that he’s not naked
like me. As he walks back to me it dawns on me that I don’t know
his name.