Page 108 of Alien Warrior's Got Rizz
“Look at me,” he says, voice all gravel and thunder. “I want to see you when you fall apart.”
And I do.
I shatter with his name on my lips, a cry echoing off spice jars and stone. My pussy clenches down on his fingers like it doesn’t want to let go.
But he does.
And he moves lower.
His tongue flicks against me—alien and hot and wrong in a way that feels so, so right. He licks like he’s tasting his favoritemeal, like my pussy is the center of his universe. Long, deep strokes. Teasing circles. Suckling on my clit until my thighs tremble around his horns.
“I can feel you pulsing,” he growls against me. “You taste like firefruit and sin.”
I’m already on the edge again when he pulls back, licking his lips, and positions himself above me.
He lines himself up, dragging the head of his cock through my slick folds. I twitch, whimper, grab at his arms.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “Let me in.”
And he pushes.
The stretch is unbearable. Glorious. His cock splits me open inch by inch, forcing me to feel every ridge, every throb. I gasp, legs shaking, but I don’t tell him to stop.
I want it. I want him.
“Kristi,” he groans, trembling. “You feel... gods, you feel perfect.”
His hips snap forward, seating him fully inside. The breath leaves my lungs in a rush. He’s everywhere—filling me, pressing into me, branding me.
“I can feel you around me,” he growls. “So tight, so fucking wet. Gods, you’re squeezing my cock like you want to keep me forever.”
“Maybe I do,” I breathe.
He kisses me again, and then he starts to move.
Slow at first. Deep. Rolling his hips so I feel every textured inch dragging against my inner walls. Each thrust brushes something deep inside that makes me see stars.
We find a rhythm. A language without words. Moans and cries and broken whispers.
“Yes, Kenron. Just like that—fuck—harder?—”
He growls. Lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. Drives deeper. My pussy clamps down, fluttering, soaking his cock. Theslap of skin on skin echoes off the jars, drowned out by the way I scream his name.
“You love it,” he snarls. “You love my cock in your pussy. Say it.”
“I love it,” I sob. “You’re in so deep—I feel you everywhere—Kenron—I?—”
He grabs my wrists, pins them above my head, and fucks me like he means to tear down everything I ever believed about who I was.
It’s too much.
Not enough.
I come again—shaking, sobbing, clawing at the blanket—and he follows, snarling my name in a voice not meant for human ears.
His cock pulses inside me, heat spreading as he fills me. He stays inside, trembling, holding me like I’m the only thing anchoring him to the world.
We collapse into each other, breath mingling, sweat slicked skin to scale.
“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” I whisper.
“Neither did I,” he murmurs, kissing my hair. “But I don’t want it to end.”
Outside, Novaria’s lights shimmer like constellations. But in here, under a single bulb, the universe narrows to the scent of spice and the sound of two hearts learning to beat as one.
Only us.
