Alien Desire by Hannah Haze

Chapter seventeen - Emma

The fucking gets better each time. We are learning about each other’s bodies, the differences and similarities between us and the things we like and don’t like. Despite the burning of my skin and the hazy lust of my mind, I’m aware that scraping my nails over his chest and down his back makes him purr, that digging my heels into his backside while he thrusts into me drives him to do it harder, that whispering his name when I come makes the gold in his eyes sparkle like sunshine.

I am in love with his body. With the feel of it against my fingertips, with the colours shimmering across him, with the pleasure he draws from deep within me.

And I am in love with his cock as well. It seems designed for my pleasure. Its length, its girth, the swollen head, the rings of ridges and the swell of his knot. There is nothing like the feel of him penetrating me. Thrusting between my tight walls, stretching me open and hammering into me.

He wants to try every position he can think of, rearranging my body like a doll’s. Bending me over and taking me from behind, lying me out flat and taking me from above. Twisting my legs around his waist, or over his shoulders, or around my neck.

In my lustful craze, I beg him over and over to bite me. Every time I’m soaring, I want it. Wanting him to claim me in every way he can. To sink his teeth through my flesh, like he has his cock in my cunt. But he refuses. Ignoring my throbbing gland in my neck and biting my shoulder, my nipple, my thigh instead. His teeth are razor sharp and the sting as I come heightens my pleasure.

We spend three days shut up in the room, snow and moonlight and storms passing by the window. I’m barely aware of the progress of time, all my attention and all my focus absorbed by him. Soon I know him intimately. I can close my eyes and see every line, every shade, every shadow of his face and his body. Each scar, each scratch, each graze. I know it all. It will be forever branded in my mind.

I never knew such bliss could be found in forgetting the outside world and losing myself in another. My lover. My Alpha.

But it begins to fade, the heat and the lust. My scent, so pungent before, waning.

Exhaustion claims me and my body and my limbs ache. My skin is peppered with the marks and bruises from his mouth, his teeth and his fingers, and my belly slightly rounded from his come.

It’s like emerging from days of intoxication. The rest of the world, with its smells and its noise, slowly comes back into focus. But if I expected my lust for him to dwindle away with the heat, I am wrong. The fog lifts and it is still there.

“Your heat is over, Omega,” he informs me, while I lie draped over him.

“Hmm,” I murmur, my most recent orgasm still fresh in my veins.

“We should get up, wash and eat.”

“Or we could stay here,” I say, kissing his neck.

“But your heat is over.”

I laugh. It is strange how dominant this creature can be and yet so innocent and naive. I find it strangely adorable.

“That doesn’t mean we have to get up. We can stay in bed a bit longer.” I roll up to sitting until I’m straddling his waist and his eyes fly up to my breasts. Like human males, he has a serious obsession with them. I bounce a little, letting my breasts jiggle for good effect.

“You want to sleep, Honeypot?” He is teasing me.

“Nope, I had something else in mind.” I take his hands in mine and lead them to my chest. He cups my breasts eagerly and his cock hardens in synchrony with my nipples. Now I have more of my senses, I can take the time to examine his cock properly, admire his proportions, the carvings of the ridges over his length and the deep delicious colours that shimmer as I take him in my fist.

I have a sudden desire to taste him. It’s not anything I’ve wanted before but I’ve seen enough snippets of porn to see how it’s done. I shimmy down his body and he complains at the loss of my breasts, attempting to chase after me, but I push him back down and lower my mouth towards his waiting cock.

It smells masculine and heavy and I draw my tongue across his head, raising my gaze to catch his reaction. He stares at me with wide eyes and I lock my sights on his and take him inside my mouth.

The taste of his cock complements his scent and I am almost dizzy from it as I sweep my tongue around his head, enjoying the tender feel of his flesh against my wet tongue. He moans, sinking back into the pillows and I fist his shaft and begin to suck, thrusting him in and out of my mouth. Squirming against me, he rocks his hips, grabbing at my hair and helping to maneuver my mouth.

He’s so big my jaw is stretched wide and my mouth stuffed full. I can hardly breathe. My eyes stream with water and spit trickles down my chin but I don’t stop. I don’t want to. It’s driving him feral, his fingers taut in my hair, his thrusts wild. The head of his cock knocks against the back of my throat and I fight back the reflex to gag.

He jerks violently on my tongue as I hollow my cheeks and suck him hard. His head throbs and his thrusts become erratic and sloppy and then hot liquid spills into my mouth, bathing my tongue in his essence and spurting down my throat. I try my best to swallow it down, wanting more of his come in my belly, but some of it spills from my lips regardless and runs down my chin.

He yanks me up his body. The colours on his skin skid and skim about like crazy drunk fireflies and his eyes are now hooded and hazed. He catches the dribble of come with his finger and glides it back up my chin and into my mouth and I lick at his fingers.

“Don’t waste it,” he growls.

“No, Alpha,” I whisper. I can’t help but use the word, knowing how much it pleases him, how much it turns him on, and has my own core buzzing.

“You are right,” he tells me, “we will stay in bed.”

But we don’t stay there for long. Fluffy whines and scrapes at the door and the sheets and mattress are soiled and sticky from our fucking and I’m covered in dry come and stale slick.

I hobble from the bed, despite his protests, and pull an old t-shirt over my head.

Fluffy greets me at the door like a long-lost friend, leaping up at me and trying to lick my face. But then he gets a whiff of me and is suddenly overly interested in sniffing my groin, his nose tickling my thigh.

“Hey, stop that Fluffs.”

“He can smell me inside you,” Tor says from behind me. “I can smell it too. Our combined scents in the heart of you.”

I can too, but I ignore them both and go to pour out Fluffy’s food. The meal on offer proves more interesting than my new strange scent and Fluffy’s nose is soon buried in the meat instead and I am free to escape to the bathroom.

Tor follows me there too, but this time I don’t find it a nuisance. I want him close. I have spent nearly four days with his hands all over me and now just this few minutes without them seems barren and odd.

I yank him into the shower with me and we stand under the water together grinning at each other like the pair of recent virgins we are. And then his smile morphs to something darker and he pushes me up against the wall and has me again.

The next few days are like this. We are like newlyweds on our honeymoon. We do the things we need to do: eat and clean and man the computer, but ultimately we end up back in bed together, unable to keep our hands from one another.

It is like I have unleashed something from deep within him that he can’t control: a beast drawn from his soul. He wants me as often as he can. He commands it of me and I am too feeble to resist. The words, “I want your cunt now, Omega,” are enough to have me wet and parting my legs for him.

Despite what I told him about wanting to be out exploring the universe, about wanting to go home, I am blissfully content, wrapped up in the cocoon of him. I don’t care about outside, beyond our station or this planet. I think I would happily stay here with him forever. But of course that’s not possible.

The food won’t last forever.

Nothing lasts forever.