Page 20 of The First Alpha on the Planet
“Doing good so far.” I shivered and cried out as his lips brushed the start of my slit, tongue dipping in to flick over the head of my cock. At that, all my restraint faded away, and my cock pulsed and pushed against his tongue.
He pressed his tongue against it, preventing it from exiting my body, and I jerked my hips, ready to tell him to stop. I couldn’t. The pleasure that shuddered through my body was as if my very insides were clenching and pulsing over my shaft. Every convulsion trying to free my cock brought me higher. “Yes! Yes!”
He continued to circle his tongue, keeping my cock locked inside me. The fact that he continued doing just that when I rewarded his actions, made pleasure as hot as lava flow through me.Progenitors’ sake, a lover that listens!
Still, when my breathy noises grew too urgent, he let my cock flow straight into his mouth where I had no time to warn him. My tail tightened around his in a solid clench, and I came so hard, I saw stars, pulsing into his hot mouth.
He laved his tongue over me and gently let me down until my cock softened and retreated with a dull throbbing sensation. Cold followed the letdown, relief from the heat that had consumed me. And still, he tended me, kissing my mound, letting his hands wander my thighs. With a breathy whisper, he spoke over my opened slit; the barest flutter of his lips there made my heart skip a beat. “You taste amazing. Tell me when you’re ready to go again.”
“I need a minute.” I leaned my head back, closing my eyes to bathe in his gentle touches. “But soon.”
Still, his hands wandered, breath tracing, nose running along my inner thighs and up over my belly as if taking in my scent and the feel of the flesh transitioning to scales beneath my navel. A little growl nestled in his throat, and I was undoubtedly ready. “Please.”
That single word had his fingers at my slit, rubbing along the crease until my cock pushed out once more. He ignored it, that time, though. I almost complained until a single finger pressed into my opening and explored my untouched hole. I groaned in utter bliss and understood that a touch to my cock would overstimulate me too soon.
He explored my insides with that single digit, pressing at the odd spot in my inner depths until one made my tail cramp tight and cock jerk. He made an odd hum of interest until a second finger joined his first, opening me up with a gentle spread. The pads of his digits seeking out every place that made me moan. Then, with his other hand, he gripped my cock and stroked once, and pleasure shot through my tunnel, a systematic pulse and clench running the length of his fingers, mirroring the stroke of my cock. “Wha—”
“You didn’t know about that part, either.” He hummed and laughed before giving me one more stroke that sent my hips jerking upward.
“Mff, less talking—more cock!” I lost my breath as he curled his fingers and drew his hands away with a featherlight touch that, when it disconnected, left me with a flash of abandonment in my mind. I was alone, adrift in darkness and space without anything to ground me, careening toward an open sun until gravity seized me with warm hands at my hips. His tail retwisted against mine in a new position, and my mind knew somewhere, whether it was factual or not, that the whole reason Naleucians tied tails was to remind them they wouldn’t float away. To ground us.
“And you were worried people would make fun of you for being an omega or being purple.” Wallace leaned down to sniff along my neck again, his tongue gliding out to trail the fine sinew there. So much saliva leaked as he opened his mouth, breathhitching before teeth pressed into my scales. And just as quickly, he pulled away with a harsh breath.
“Cover it up. Please.” Wallace searched the bed and glanced around in a near panic, pupils blown wide. Drool dripped from his lips, the scent of it different than it’d been when we started.
“It’s not like I won’t heal. Fuck. Bite me, asshole.” I pulled him in and he struggled, grabbing for my shirt to wrap it over my neck in a frustrated gesture before he bit, pinching flesh but not penetrating.
My entire body bowed, and he insinuated himself between my legs, spearing into me carelessly while his body jerked, hips pumping on instinct and reflex alone. All the time, he growled, snarling into that muffled bit of shirt.
I screamed with pleasure, something shooting through my brain telling me to let him bite. Let him claim and own. My tail undulated, pumping along his tail as if trying to stroke it like a cock.
With wild motions, my hips rocked up to meet his every thrust, instinct alone setting the haphazard pace as his cock filled a depth in me that’d never been touched before.
“Fuck!” My hands acted of their own accord, wrapping around to his back, clawtips raking over the slits for his wings.
They threw themselves out with an impressive spread above us, their dark sheen a shadow in the unlit room. A hiss started in one throat and ended in another as the kiss drew on, thick cock pulsing inside me.
Unasked, he reached down, pumping my shaft with eager strokes, driving my sense of self into a puddle of oblivion. And in no time, I threw my head back, breath sawing out of me as my tail cramped tighter and tighter, coiling in tandem with every muscle in my belly as the elastic strap of my pleasure broke and I came crashing down, shooting streaks up my belly and chest.
Wallace bottomed out within me, his cock thickening, and something I’d almost forgotten came to fruition as he locked inside of me, knot stretching me so obscenely that I couldn’t help but draw my knees up and scream.
As hot, wet, cum flooded my insides, I collapsed back, my head a fuzzy, empty thing as Wallace continued pumping his hips in a jerking, stuttering pulse. His hoarse, growl of a voice whispered out, “Fucking beautiful.”
I wasn’t sure what I’d done to earn the compliment, but I preened from it. He breathed, all the while the knot I’d longed for filled me, holding us together. In the dark, as my eyes adjusted, I took in every aspect of him; his strong features, the high cheekbones I’d never noticed before the scales of his face had turned to flesh. Lips, so full, lay gently parted, glossy and swollen from so many kisses.
Despite the tepid, comfortable temperature around me, my body heated as if I were locked in a fever. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”
“The season.” Wallace leaned down to pluck kisses over my chest as his hips flexed and rocked ever so minutely. Each little twitch drove my need higher, my wants soaring until sweat creeping over my skin had me struggling to rid myself of anything touching my body.
I couldn’t contain myself, unparalleled pleasure coursing through my body. Nothing mattered but his cock and the teeth tempting me for a bite. He slammed his hips again, stretching me so obscenely as I grabbed for his head to bring his face to my neck. “I don’t fucking care what’s causing it. Finish it.”
His focus on my pleasure faded away under a frenzy of lust, hips hammering down as he snarled and fought my shirt free, the cool air on my neck a welcome kiss before his mouth fell there and sealed. “C-can’t…”
His muffled word there brought hot breath, the heat of his body, and I locked my tail, gripped my legs over his hips, and demanded, “Bite me!”
A broken sob wrenched its way through his snarling breaths, and he pressed his teeth into the scales at my neck, every jerk of his hips bringing me closer to a peak I couldn’t bear to be held back a moment longer.
And then it happened. Like the snap of a string, a shattering chain in the frozen depths of space, his teeth penetrated my flesh, and their sting made every cell in my body experience the orgasm to rival them all. My ears rang with the sound of my own scream, drowning out his heated whimpers while cum seeped from the seal of his knot.
