The Alien Prince’s Omega by Lorelei M. Hart
Kagin
“Unless you disagree,let us mate on the bed. It will be easier and more pleasurable for you. Mating in the traditional Thulnaran way of standing and squatting would be painful for a human. Once, I…”
Hanson placed a hand over my mouth and stopped my words. “Sweetheart, when you’re about to mate, you don’t mention past lovers.” I hardly heard the rest of his sentence, my mind concentrating on the word ‘sweetheart’. A human expression of endearment.
He led me by the hand to his bedroom. “If a Thulnaran can mate standing up, so can I.”
There was another matter to consider. “Would you like us to fuck the way Earthlings do?” He shrugged off his shirt and lowered his jeans, and I growled.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
“You are wearing briefs and I wish to see your cock.”
“Chafing, remember? That’s why I wear them.” He took my hand and placed it over his bulge.
My breath quickened, and I rubbed my palm over his rock-hard member covered in soft fabric. Hanson whimpered while reaching up and winding his fingers through my hair. He tugged hard, and I moaned.
“Those pants are hanging on your hips by a thread. Glancing down, it struck me I was not in human form. I was me. My rupling was looking at the real me. The blue of me, along with the scales and spikes on my back. He yanked my pants and they fell away as the air filled with the tiny fibers.
Hanson fell to his knees and stroked his fingertips over my chafed thighs. “We’ll…” He kissed my blue flesh, and I gasped, running my fingers over his scalp. “Make this better.” Another kiss and my legs quivered. “Later.” My head fell back as his soft lips soothed my discomfort and started a fire in my belly.
I picked him up. He wrapped his legs around my waist and ground his stiff cock, still clad in the underwear, against me. The sensations in my body, coupled with the thoughts swirling in my head, had my body swaying as I placed my lips on his. He made noises like a baby cat when I sucked his lip and licked around his mouth.
He pulled back, shock etched on his face as his wide eyes searched mine and his mouth gaped. “Your tongue, Kagin. Oh my Gods. It’s freaking amazing. Next time you have to suck my cock.”
“I can do it now, my rupling,” I panted as I slipped one hand into his briefs and squeezed his ass. I hefted him up higher and fingered his hole, so slippery and warm, just waiting for me. He moaned and opened his mouth wide, welcoming my tongue inside, as I pushed my fingers in and out of his hole.
His breathing became shallow and then sped up while our tongues battled. His hands clamped on my scales as he bucked his hips against my belly. He would come soon, and that could not happen. “No, my dearest Hanson, when we mate, I must be inside you.”
“And me in you.” He had finally answered my question.
He slid off my body and I removed his briefs and tossed them on the floor. I faced away from him and spread my legs, crouching a little as I was much taller. His length brushed over my ass as he squatted beneath me. Like last time, he fingered me using his slick, though there was no need. I hoped his legs were strong enough as the head of his length brushed around my hole.
Hanson grunted, probably because of the awkward position. All Thulnarans were of similar height, not much shorter as my rupling was. “My legs will take the strain,” I mumbled. My thighs complained as I lowered myself onto his cock and we both groaned. “Oh, rupling. Your length was made for my hole.”
“You’re so slick, babe,” he moaned as I lifted myself up, and with his hands on my hips, I fell onto his cock. The aroma of slick tickled my nose, making my length bob up and down.
One of his hands moved from my hip and grazed over my lower back, stroking the scales and gripping the spikes. Maybe it was my imagination, but his palm was cool, almost as if…
“Kagin.” His voice interrupted my thoughts. “I need your cock in me,” he bellowed. “Please hurry. I want to watch your length as it glides toward my hole.” His uneven breathing told me he was quickly becoming exhausted or he was reaching his peak.
My member protruded from my body and slipped through Hanson’s legs. The tip tickled his balls, and he squealed. “Again, Kagin.” He gripped my spikes, using them to relieve the strain on his knees. What a clever rupling. My length circled his balls, squeezing and releasing them, drawing out a scream from him. And it probed his entrance, slick covering the head, as it nuzzled against the slippery flesh.
But Hanson, my rupling, did something unexpected. After removing a hand from my back, he grabbed my cock and thrust the head inside him, while fucking me. “You are a superhero,” I panted, like the character I had seen on the television. “A super fucking hero,” I added as I slid into his tight, warm channel.
“Better believe it,” he squeaked as he squeezed around my length. Each time he rose up, his cock filled me, and when he lowered his body, my member penetrated him. We were mating as Thularans where the zialt controls the speed and the angle, taking the lead.
The familiar flames in my belly had sweat covering my body. My head was full of wooly clouds which sent a warning that I had to mark my rupling as we came. Flinging my arms behind me, I grasped his back and begged the universe to make it painless for Hanson. If I hurt him, I would never forgive myself.
A rumble deep within me signaled it was time, and I clamped my eyes shut and pictured my palms marking him. “Now, Hanson.”
“Kagin,” he yelled as he hung onto my spikes and his cock claimed my ass while my member dove into him. As he came and my seed spurted in his channel, a sickly sweet smell overlaid the scent of mating. My hands are heating his flesh.
“Hanson, are you all right?” I yelled, twisting my head. He was gripping me with a fierceness I had not seen except in pictures of warriors, but my mind flashed to an iciness flooding my body. Not overwhelming me, but causing my scales to crackle. His body went limp and his member slid out of me as my knot expanded and filled him to the brim. But his breathing never wavered.
Later, I carried him to the bed and he mumbled, “My rupling.” I examined him and discovered the faint mark of my palms on his skin. Looking in the mirror, there was an imprint on my scales, an outline of fingers in a lighter blue than the rest. Hanson was human. How could he have marked me?