Tamed By The Alien Barbarian by Celeste King
Candi
There was just something about him that I couldn’t resist. Even though this being was my complete enemy, I was charged. Blood pumped through my body like lava as our lips collided, his long tongue swirling around mine. It wasn’t right or proper—but I wanted it.
I hoped he wanted it too.
Just as we started heating up, he pulls away. I looked up at him, craning my neck intensely. I stroked the scales on his arms.
“What is it?”
He blinked. “This still feels wrong.”
“Oh really? Even after that class act blow job?”
He looked down at his cock, which was once again erect. “You’re right about that. But you are still trying to screw me over—in more ways than one.”
I tried to pull his head down, but it was difficult to reach. His being is just so fucking tall. He smiled widely, his long tongue briefly flicking out between his lips. I take my arms away from him, then pushed past him into his living room.
“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to make me leave,” I plopped down onto the couch, crossing my arms.
Still erect and mostly naked, Jaxil closed the door. He wa still smiling. “You really enjoy this don’t you?”
I stared deep into his shiny, lime green eyes. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He moved towards me, almost slithering. For a moment his wings flickered, appearing to hover slightly as he planted himself crouching before me. “You’re a very bad girl, do you know that?”
“Again,” I stared with my arms crossed, leaning forward, closer to his attractive face. “I don’t know what you are referring to.”
Before I could say anything more, he placed his hand on my hip, and started running it down my leg. His fingers were long, but gentle and intriguing. They’d done things to me that no other human was ever capable of.
I tried not to let him catch my breath beginning to hitch in my throat. He licked his lips. “Well, I guess I’m going to have to convince you then.”
His long fingers flowed down my silk skirt at an achingly slow pace. I watched, feigning frustration and disinterest. He found my knee, lingered, then moved both hands down my bare legs. I repressed a chill I felt shivering up my spine.
His hands moved upward at the same molasses pace. He was trying to frustrate me, and it was working. My centre was ablaze, and beginning to soak through my panties. Finally his hands arrived at the bottom of my skirt, then pushed the skirt upward. More like shoved.
I jumped, slightly surprised by his increase of pace, but more excited. Without giving me a chance to remove my panties, he ripped them right at my center. My mouth was agape.
“Those are not cheap Jaxil!”
“I’m afraid I don’t care.” He almost whispered just before plunging his face into my inner core. My eyes rolled back as his inhumanly long tongue began playing with my clit.
“Oh my fucking God.” My head was back on the couch. I desperately did not want him to know how good he made me feel, but when it came down to it, my body could simply not resist.
His tongue was much longer, and more agile, then any other human tongue I had come into contact with. It spun, flicked, and even vibrated against me. It wa the most akin to a vibrator, except, coming out of a man’s mouth. It pushed against me with a thunderous effect.
My thighs clenched around his head. He looked up at me with his shining eyes.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered to him. He moved his head away from my scorched core, but tongue continued to play with me. It kept going as he backed away from me, hands leaving my thighs. I moaned.
“Oh I’m assuming you like that?” He said after rolling his tongue back into his mouth. I couldn’t control myself as I grabbed the side of his head, shoving him back between my legs. I heard him laugh with a shudder against my bare skin.
“I live to serve,” he whispered before returning to my pleasure centre. I rolled my eyes back again and slammed my fists against the couch.
“Jaxil I need this…I need this so badly…”
My blood was pumping hard, my mind racing with every dirty thought I could have ever conjured. I imagined myself moving through a river, flowing slow, then suddenly rapid. Excitement was driving me entirely, any logic that considered what I was actually doing—was obliterated.
I bucked my hips against him and I grew closer and closer to climax. He was suddenly sucking, which pushed me intensely over the edge. I felt my orgasm move through my entire body as I screamed his name, staring at the ceiling and allowing the light of pleasure to blast through me.
“Oh baby, baby!” Jaxil moved away from my legs, climbing onto the couch. I was still high from the orgasm, which was one of the most intense experiences of my life. I breathed hard, my chest heaving.
Jaxil pulled my head to the side, plunging his mouth into mine. I tasted myself on his lips—sweet and savoury.
He pulled away, striking my cheek. “You really are something else, Candi.”
I glanced down, noticing a dangerously hard cock. I couldn’t believe how quickly he had recovered from that blow job.
I smiled. “I think you are the one that is something else, Jaxil.”
I felt like I was floating, but still managed to put my hand onto his hard cock. It must have been the same length as his tongue—perhaps 11-12 inches.
Within a few seconds he pushed me down onto the couch. I ripped of my blouse, then he flicked off my bra with gentle ease. He laughed.
“These are expensive, Candi.”
“Shut up.” I pulled his face into mine, twirling our tongues and biting each other lips. He guided himself into my vagina, slowly, and kindly. I gasped, feeling his size move into me perfectly, slamming against my g-spot like no one ever has.
His face is smothered into my neck. He started thrusting slowly. I bit the bottom of his ear, then whispered with an aroused husk. “Don’t resist what you want baby, fuck me hard. Bite me hard.”
He sat up, then placed his forehead on mine. Without a word he began moving from vigorously into me, touching my g-spot in the way no man ever has. I felt the urge to pee, but with this feeling, I knew that he was doing something right.
He suddenly began moving faster and harder. I lifted my hips up to meet his thrusts. A sensation that felt like a fire being stoked rose into me. I was an animal, consumed by desire. I needed to cum, and wanted to cum hard and loud.
“Yes! Yes Jaxil, fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard—“
He bit into my neck as he began moving at a rapid speed. I groaned deeply. It was unlike any other sexual experience I’d ever had. The springs of the couch screeched as we both moved roughly against one another. I howled for him, begged for him.
“I’m going to make you squirt all over your couch baby.”
“I don’t fucking care, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
He lifted his upper body and stared at my tits as they bounced with his thrusts. He then took a nipple into his mouth, and with that, I knew I was finished.
A bellow I’d never heard myself exclaim filled the room. At the same moment, he growled into my ear. I could feel liquid shooting out of me, and inside of me. He had cum as well, and was pulsing deep inside me. Our juices were one, and I couldn’t stop gyrating against him.
