Assistant for the Alien Prince by Tammy Walsh
Jessica
I wasglad Zai warned me to plug my ears with my fingers when we went inside the farmhouse.
The high-pitched shrill sound was nothing like anything a human ever made but I guessed its meaning was clear enough:
They were excited beyond words and the high-pitched shriek was the only way they could convey it.
They accepted the invitation and would wear their very best.
“Best arrange to send them something to wear when we get back to the palace,” Zai said as we trudged back into the jungle to return to Cev. “I’ve seen their best.”
With how kind and affectionate he was with the Bal family, I couldn’t help but sneak him a kiss when we returned to the shuttlecraft.
He was every bit as kind as I hoped he’d be.
The kind of king his people deserved
The bad boy prince turned good.
It was such a turn on.
And right then, he was with me and no one else.
No one would ever know what we got up to in the middle of the jungle.
When I strapped myself into the co-pilot seat, I pulled my skirt up higher than necessary to show off most of my legs and the fringes of my panties.
I looked at him boldly and gnawed my bottom lip in a way I hoped wasn’t too overblown.
To hell with it, I thought, I didn’t care if it was overblown!
As an Ev’vat, he wouldn’t be aware of the cliches in human porn movies.
When he switched on the engines before glancing over at me, I saw the heated lust in his eyes.
He switched the engines off without looking.
While the shuttle’s engines might be powering down, his was most certainly revving up.
He growled low and deep and dangerous at the back of his throat as he strode over and took my lips.
I opened my legs for him and spread my arms wide on either armrest.
Open for business.
He could do what he wanted with me and I wouldn’t raise a hand or my voice to stop him.
Not that he needed to be coaxed by me.
This time, I took my turn with him and got him to sit back in my seat.
I opened his pants and pulled them down and took his large throbbing member in my mouth.
It was so big, I couldn’t even take it all.
I wondered how I’d managed to do so during our first tryst.
He groaned as I worked him.
I loved it when he put his hands on my head and drove me harder onto his cock, making me gag on it.
The bad boy prince was still there, I realized, just beneath the surface.
If he no longer wished for him to be allowed out in his everyday life, perhaps there was one place where he could be allowed free rein.
A person could explode if they weren’t allowed to fully be themselves from time to time.
He would have to take himself out on me.
Yippee!
Even if it was only for the time being.
I pulled my dress over my head and he immediately reached for my breasts and pinched the nipples hard.
Oh yes, I thought. A very bad boy.
I was going to have to make him pay.
I straddled him and pressed my breasts into his face.
“Suck my nipples,” I told him.
He seemed surprised that I, a lowly commoner, was telling him, the heir to the throne, what to do.
A moment of hesitation before his mouth took my nipples and his tongue flicked at me.
I lowered myself onto him but I was still a little dry, so I stood up and pressed my pussy into his waiting mouth.
“Do me a favor will you, handsome?”
He didn’t hesitate this time and slid his tongue inside me.
He slurped at me, coaxing every last drop of moisture from me until I was sopping wet.
Only then did I lower myself onto his quivering member.
I took all of him and began to rock back and forth.
The entire time, he kept his eyes on me, watching me, loving every moment.
He grunted as I rode him harder and harder, toward the abyss that waited for him in the middle distance.
I ground on him, forcing him deeper inside me.
He kept his eyes on mine as I rode him, a thick layer of sweat dappling my entire body.
Then he grunted loudly and filled me to the brim with his seed.
He groaned and leaned back as I slid myself from him.
I returned to my knees and sucked the few remaining drops clean.
He broke into a laugh, shaking his head.
“What?” I said, wiping at the corners of my mouth. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman enjoy a milkshake before?”
“No. And I especially didn’t expect to see you enjoying it.”
“Why not me?”
“You seemed so… stiff and proper when we met. I never would have expected you to be like this in the bedroom.”
I poked a tongue at him.
“It’s the stiff ones that need it most.”
“I guess so.”
There was a dull thrumming noise somewhere in the distance, growing louder.
“What’s that?” I said. “It sounds like…”
“A shuttlecraft,” Zai said, grabbing his clothes and hastily yanking them on. “And not just any shuttlecraft.”
He jumped into the pilot’s seat and accessed the controls, zooming in on a patch of sky that, to my eyes, looked identical to the rest.
He zoomed in further, so close I could read the letters stenciled on the side.
My stomach landed somewhere thirty feet behind me.
“Oh no,” I said. “Is that…?”
“The media. They’ve found us.”
