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Her fingers brush across my cheek before my lips touch her jaw. The peach fuzz of her skin tickles and excites with every soft caress. I move lower, nibbling on the hollow of her throat before licking her.
Sorscelgra might not be able to kiss me, but I can kiss her.
Every part of her.
And I am a woman on a mission. My only goal in all this is to show her exactly how into her I am. It’s like I’ve been possessed by a lust demon, determined to feast on her pleasure.
For the first time in a very long time, there is a thrill to the unknown. I’m not second-guessing every moment. My hands don’t tremble with fear of doing something wrong. My mind is utterly clear to enjoy this moment.
When I kiss her ribs, she makes a strange squeaking noise. My eyes dart up to her face.
“Tickle?” I ask, unable to get anything clear from her body language.
“Yes, very.” She squirms, pushing my head a touch lower toward her navel. “Make me feel like you did earlier.”
My pussy practically weeps at the tone in her voice.
I grin, cheeks flushed with a strange sense of pride. I’ve neverbeen shy about being a girl that likes to eat. But these are basically all new feelings for Sorscelgra. She might have the theory down, but I am her practical test. The proof is that pleasure comes in many forms, and she’s already commanding me.
With every breath I take, a musky floral scent grows that I want to bury my face in. There is nothing I can compare it to. It’s overwhelming, and yet I crave more of it. The smell of my alien coats my senses like a thick blanket on a hot night. As much as I’m desperate for a clear breath, I need the weight of her to find relief.
My teeth graze her belly button. I tease her, fingers digging softly into her hip as her body starts to move. It only takes one swipe of my tongue for her to moan. One of her hands grabs hold of my head as she starts to grind her hips into nothing.
“Do you want me to make you see stars?” I ask.
“We can already see the stars, though if we are honest –" she groans as I bite her softly – “we need more.”
“I can do that.”
I adjust our positions, pulling one soft thigh over my shoulder while stretching the other out wide to make space.
“There is nothing down there,” she says.
“Nothing?” I ask, because I’m certainly staring at something.
“Yes, we don’t have genitalia in the same way that you do. Please just keep doing what you were doing.”
I don’t know what I was expecting when I spread her thighs. Maybe Sorscelgra would be smooth like a doll or have some weird Victorian shame leaf. But this is a whole other level of strange. Where a human would have a vulva, there is a hard shell.
But I can’t deny that her scent is stronger there, like it’s seeping through an invisible seam just to tease me.
“Can I kiss you here?” I ask.
“The joy of discovery is yours,” she repeats my words from earlier, but instead of teasing, there is a touch of frustration in her tone.
I slide my hand over her stomach, teasing her navel with my finger as I press down gently. This is a complete shot in thedark. There could be nothing here, just as she says, but my primitive, lust-driven brain is saying what I crave most just needs to be coaxed open.
I softly press my lips at the apex of her thighs. It’s hot; the fuzz of her skin melts into something firm that almost burns to the touch. Sorscelgra doesn’t react, remaining still as I lick her. At the top of her shell, my tongue tastes it.
The floral scent.
Like a Turkish delight on crack.
I press my mouth against it and suck, flicking my tongue against it to tease it open a little bit further. I do all I can, drooling against her skin until it’s dripping down my chin. But I don’t care how filthy I look, because the shell is beginning to open.
“Tell me you feel good,” I beg, panting against her.
“We don’t feel bad; it’s just weird.”
