Assistant for the Alien Prince by Tammy Walsh
Zai
The momentthe scent of her juices hit my nostrils, I knew I had to have her.
I couldn’t control myself.
I slid into her dripping folds and she groaned mournfully as I made her take every last inch of me.
I stroked her from the inside, and back out again, in long effortless strokes.
I savored the sensation of her wrapped tight around my cock, the way her every instinct was focused on those intense bundles of nerves between her legs.
Where I operated.
She lay back on her elbows, peering up at me with her big brown eyes, her hair waving back and forth as each of my strokes slammed into her.
She groaned deliciously with each strike and squeezed her nipples as I hammered her.
Her flesh was warm and soft, her body reactive and catered to my every whim.
Desperate to see her completely naked, I pulled her dress off over her head and acknowledged with a complete lack of surprise the incredible voluptuous body she possessed underneath.
Her smooth curves and large breasts bounced pleasingly as I thrust into her.
As I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her deeper onto my hardened cock, deeper, she groaned with joy.
I peered over her shoulder and saw—at least, I thought I saw—a glimmer of flickering light like the sparks of a fire somewhere in the hazy distance.
I thrust it from my mind and focused on Jessica.
She screamed as I fucked her savagely the way I needed, but not once did she complain, not once did she beg for me to slow down, to give her a break…
And so, I pumped her harder.
I came inside her, pumping my juices deep within her luscious lips.
I vented all my frustrations out on this human female and sank onto her soft body.
I rolled over so I lay beside her and wouldn’t crush her beneath my weight.
She wrapped an arm about my shoulders and held me, her seductive body distractingly close.
We lay in silence, luxuriating in the moment before having to wake up from this dream, knowing what we’d done could never be repeated, could never be revealed to anyone.
Thoughts of the girl at the club who, with no power or riches of her own to draw upon, had nonetheless managed to rob me of my throne—the one thing dozens of powerful Ev’vat had tried and failed to do in the past.
As the fantasy of the past hour faded, cold reality began to sink in once more.
Sleeping with Jessica had felt so right somehow.
But she was not the daughter of a rich and powerful tribe leader.
She wasn’t even an Ev’vat.
She couldn’t be my fated mate, could never be the one I would perform the Soul Dance with.
And it brought great sadness to my heart to realize that.
