Chapter 5

Chapter Five

I held my breath a moment, considering how to respond. It wasn't like playing a role was foreign to me. There had been many occasions in the past months where I pretended to be what my asshole ex-boyfriend wanted to see. But it was never quite like this.

Failure wasn't an entirely new experience for me either. I wouldn't have been with the ex-boyfriend at all if I'd been more successful at life. Sigh. But, there was a big difference between then and now. Then, I could walk out and disappear if I needed to. Now, I was on an alien spaceship being threatened with disposal for not performing satisfactorily.

I needed to make the right choices while I figured out what the fuck my options truly were. At this moment, they were to convince the alien beside me that I could be trained to do whatever it was the Collector's customers wanted.

Time for some boldness.

I rose from the couch. Moved to stand before Krake, who stared, unblinking, into my eyes. I barely withstood shivering under that blank gaze. With a quick prayer to whatever was above that I wouldn't fuck this up, I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs apart, displaying the impressive bulge of his crotch.

Now my hands shook when I reached toward him, hesitating to grasp the zipper of his pin-striped pants.

Krake unexpectedly stood, his long, lithe shape looming over me. Still in silence, he slid out of the suit jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch. He then undid his own pants button, unzipped, and allowed the pants to drop to pool around his ankles.

I swallowed hard against the more defined bulge I saw beneath his tighty-whities. I choked back a laugh; he didn't seem like the tighty-whities type. Then a new question loomed large. What kind of cock would Krake have?

He grabbed the sides of his underwear and pushed them down over his hips, past his knees to join his pants.

I almost sighed with relief when I saw his penis. While large, it appeared humanoid.

He sat nearer the edge of the couch. "You may begin the mouth intercourse now."

Awesome. With a nod, I tentatively wrapped one hand around his flaccid member. My fingers brushed against something ridged beneath and I frowned. I brushed and squeezed the skin that I felt there, unable to understand what it was.

Krake's breath hitched and his cock jumped in my hand.

Hmm, guess that spot was sensitive. Good to know. I caressed the base of his penis with my other hand before lowering my mouth over the tip. My tongue teased the edge and he chirped. I supposed that was the alien's equivalent of a groan.

Easing into the motion, I licked and sucked, taking his engorging cock into my mouth. My hands squeezed, moved up and down, all around. Every time I bumped that fascinating ridge underneath, my movement paused, exploring. It was smooth, but firm, though not hard like bone.

Unable to bring his entire cock into my throat without gagging—deep throating was not a skill I possessed, and I hoped I didn't get chucked out of the airlock for it—I upped the tempo of my handiwork.

"What the—" I mumbled, pulling away from his penis and staring at the pre-cum glistening on the tip. The unusual flavor reminded me of something, but I couldn't immediately place it.

"Do not stop," Krake growled, his hand grabbing the back of my head to pull me closer.

I decided to identify the curious flavor later and resumed my sexual ministrations, pleased to feel how stiff his member had become. If nothing else, I was a rockstar at the mouth intercourse; I chuckled to myself.

The ridge underneath his penis jerked against my fingers caressing it.

I pulled back again, staring in shock as Krake's penis rose higher, angling up to expose what I'd been feeling. An appendage, growing almost to the length of the cock, with its own drop of glistening cum on it.

Two penises! I nearly swooned at the thought.

"What is that?" I whispered my question.

Krake gripped the edges of the couch cushion. "That is my clasper; it inseminates during intercourse." I could barely understand his husky voice. "No more delay. Finish."

Uncertainty filled me. I had so many questions. How did the clasper work? Why did his species need it? How did it inseminate during intercourse? The aliens called blowjobs mouth intercourse. Surely that didn't mean I could get pregnant from swallowing alien cum.

With a silent prayer that their anatomy at least shared the basics of pregnancy with ours, I pounced on the cock-and- clasper combo like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Okay, the situation was fucked up. But how many people could say they fucked (or mouth-intercoursed ) an alien with such interesting and beautiful genitalia? The swirling oil slick appearance of his skin extended to his cock and was mesmerizing. And hot, if the dampness of my panties was any indication.

I wasn't missing out, regardless of the circumstances.

Both the cock and clasper couldn't fit in my mouth, so I rotated my focus back and forth to each. My fingers caressed the iridescent skin of Krake's cock, my tongue lapping up the salty-sweet pre-cum on its tip, before sliding the fingers of my other hand up and down the clasper. Then I gently lifted his penis for better access to the clasper, enjoying his gasp when I took it in my mouth. Smaller than his cock, more of the clasper fit inside. I moved my head up and down, feeling the clasper buck inside my mouth, before releasing it to replace it with his cock. My lips closed around the midpoint of the cock, one hand squeezing at the base, while the other hand gripped the clasper. I blew and sucked, moving my mouth up and down on his cock in rhythm to his bucking hips.

Krake released a series of low chirps, then gripped the back of my head to hold me in place as a cool liquid shot into my mouth, filling it with…

…the taste of an omega-3 supplement.

"Oh my!" I blurted around him in my mouth. I swallowed the fishy liquid down, not enjoying the flavor. Although maybe his cum would be as good for brain health as the supplement.

He thrust into my mouth a few more times before his hand dropped from the back of my head and he withdrew. I swallowed a final time, then cleared my throat. A white substance, thicker but otherwise similar to what human males produced, coated the hand that had gripped Krake's clasper. When I noticed Krake watching me, I lifted the hand to my mouth. One by one, I inserted each finger, sucking off the cum. His pupils dilated at the action, and his cock rose slightly.

"You like that?" I purred.

"Very much." His bright green eyes narrowed. "Why did you exclaim?"

I sat back on my heels, staring up at my savior-captor, debating how to answer. "You taste like an omega-3 supplement," I told him. "It's formulated from a type of?—"

"Yes, I know," he said, cutting me off. "How did you feel about that?"

I licked my lips, removing the last drops of his cum. "I love fish," I lied. If it's one thing I've learned, men always wanted to hear you loved the taste of their cum.