Chapter 13 - Polly

This. Is. Mortifying .

After a couple of rounds of masturbating behind a tree - yes, masturbating… behind a God-damned tree ! While Aloryk waited patiently on the other side, I still couldn't dull the incessant ache between my legs.

An ache caused by a flower, of all things!

And just when I thought things couldn't get worse, or more embarrassing, the big guy starts to insist I do my diddling while tucked up in his giant wing.

"You will be safer there," he argues, as if this is a perfectly reasonable thing to be asking someone.

My cheeks are still hot from my last orgasm and I can barely look him in the eye, but I can already feel the overwhelming urge to make myself come again… or beg Aloryk to help me. I feel like I want to rip my own skin off - or like my own skin isn't even mine. Is this what a cat in heat feels like? Because right now if I thought sticking my ass in the air and yowling for someone to come and fuck this desperate feeling out of me would help, I would be assuming the position.

I've never felt anything like it. And believe me, I've been plenty horny. This is just on another level - a painful level .

And again, I'm reminded that a flower did this.

A flower!

I'm about to start arguing with Aloryk when I catch a glimpse of something sparkly on the forest ground. My brows furrow, but before I can ask why it looks like someone dumped half the glitter glue from Hobby Lobby in the middle of the jungle, Aloryk kicks leaves over it and takes two quick steps over to me. "Your scent is-" he whispers hurriedly, his hands turning over each other as if that will make the words come out. "It will attract all manner of predator," he protests. "I cannot protect you from the other side of a tree!"

I have to admit, I'm not really listening to what he's saying. I'm too busy eye-fucking his arms of corded muscle and those huge hands of his. He'd be so good at holding me down, or bending me over.

So. Fucking. Good.

I suck in a shaky breath and bite down on my lip at the thought.

This stupid planet with its stupid sex flowers have got me acting out. Plus, Aloryk has got to have the biggest erection I've ever seen, judging by the protrusion in his loincloth. That thing is exactly what I need right now.

Why won't he just fuck me? Isn't that what he's wanted all this time? And now I'm practically begging for it and he's refusing. Because, unlike a lot of guys back on Earth, he seems to understand consent , a distant voice reminds me and damn, I really had to travel a gazillion miles away from the planet to find a bona fide gentleman, huh?

A gentleman that has something very large that's currently straining to meet me.

"Or, we could put that to good use…" I say, jutting my chin to the bulge between us.

Aloryk takes a long breath in through his nose. "You know I would like nothing more than to finally sheath my cock into the promised lands of your cun-"

" Please don't phrase it like that ." i groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. I mean, it's not enough to put me off in the state that I'm currently in, but still . "Please just…" I manage to stop myself from gasping at the sudden spike of pain and need, all centered between my legs. If he doesn't help me out soon, I'm either going to have to go back to touching myself behind a tree, or I'm about to start dry-humping this fine-ass alien's tree-trunk thighs. I screw my eyes shut and take deep breaths through my nose. " Please ," is all I manage to squeak out.

When I open my eyes again, Aloryk fills my vision. He stands so close, his vivid amethyst eyes almost sparkle like gems as he bores his gaze into mine. His proximity, his huge frame, the way he's looking at me like I'm the only thing that matters to him all crashes together to make me throb with need for relief. I've never felt this desperate in all my life, and when he cradles my skull and jaw, spearing his big fingers through the hair at the base of my head, I let out an embarrassingly needy moan.

"You will hate me for it after, Polly. When your head is clear."

I shake my head, unable to speak. If he doesn't do something soon, I'm either going to start climbing him like a rabid racoon or melt into a puddle.

Aloryk searches my gaze for just a few more moments, searching for… something.

"Please… I won't hate you, I promise." My voice is raspy and raw as I plead with him. "Help me, please . It hurts."

The growl that erupts from Aloryk's chest makes me jump, and my pulse doesn't get a chance to calm before he's backing me up against that damn tree again. "I have not done this before," he admits, crowding me in with his huge frame, his skin-stars pulsing and whizzing all over his body like an illuminated fairground. "But I have dreamt of it," he says, dropping to his knees as he stares at my pajama pants and licks his lips. "Many, many times." His hands come up a little shakily as if to undress me but he stops, eyes flicking to mine. "You are sure? You will not hate me for licking your cunt?"

My knees almost buckle beneath me.

Oh, God ! My throat makes an involuntary noise and I practically scramble to push my pants down my legs. "No, no, I won't." Whenever anyone's gone down on me before, I've been too shy and self-conscious to really let myself enjoy it. There was always just something too intimate about having a guy's face down there, getting all up-close and very personal with yet another area of my body that I know will be a disappointment. Not that I'm hideous or unclean. I look after myself. I just don't look like the neat, tucked-in vaginas you see in the porn my past boyfriends would get off to.

I let out a little squeak when Aloryk takes over and manhandles me, making all thoughts of bodily inadequacies flee from my mind. He growls and practically rips my pajamas down my legs before hitching me up the tree leaving his tall frame at the perfect face-to-pussy height. My lips part and I can't help but pant. I need to come. I really need to come. And having Aloryk handle me so effortlessly, slinging one of my thighs over his ‘better' shoulder is just ramping everything up so fucking fantastically. I feel like I might explode as soon as he breathes on my clit.

One of his big hands lifts me beneath my butt cheek and thigh, but he holds me in a way that opens me up to him further as if I were a book, and he is splaying my pages. My other leg dangles over his back, trying to be mindful of his injured wing. Aloryk doesn't seem overly worried about it at this moment though. He's too busy staring at my bare pussy right in front of him.

The distant voice that is whispering that I'm not pretty ‘down there' is urging me to try and slam my legs shut. But it's currently being violently strangled into silence by the stupid sex pollen that is beyond desperate for my next orgasm fix.

Aloryk huffs out a quick exhale and I can feel the warmth of his breath all over my sex. "My dream did not do you justice," he says, inching closer at a pace that is too achingly slow for my hopped-up nerves. If this whole scenario wasn't embarrassing enough, my traitorous hips start to cant, begging for him, craving that soft, wet heat of his tongue. "I have not done this before," he admits, taking his pointer finger and gently stroking down the outside of me, first on one side, and then the other. He uses that same finger to explore my lips, parting them with a look of awe on his face like my pussy is the Holy Grail or something.

This man is going to kill me if he doesn't start eating soon .

" Please , Alor- Oh, God! " My pitiful, pleading whine is swallowed when he dives on me, his warm, eager mouth covering my flesh. " Oh, shit !" I whimper, continuing to canter my hips, chasing the high I need to sate this unquenchable thirst. He looks up at me with fevered eyes as his mouth and tongue explore. It takes only a few moments of that exploration for Aloryk and my ‘Holy Grail' to get much better acquainted as he groans into me like he's enjoying this just as much as I am. " Please, please ," I desperately whine, shamelessly rubbing myself against his hot mouth.

Aloryk pulls away and quickly issues a playful bite to the inside of my thigh that sends tingles shooting in all directions. "Teach me what you need, female. I will give it all to you."

God, this is so embarrassing, but at this point I'm so needy, I really don't care. "Here," I tell him, snaking my hand down to rub at my clit in tight circles. "This is where I want you."

Aloryk growls and bats my hand away, his skin-stars bursting all over his body and his tail wrapping around my ankle to give me a squeeze. "Then that is where you shall have me." He dives on me again, this time with more precise focus.

And, it. Feels. Divine.

"Oh, God," I moan, my hands going to his hair, gripping him, keeping him right there. I can feel his silky tongue sliding against my clit, a slight suction from his lips, and I can hear the animalistic hungry sounds this man makes as he devours me in the absolute best way possible. It all adds to this delicious building tension centered just behind where he's focusing. A tension that grows, and grows, and grows, until it feels so good, I almost can't bear it. "Yes, yes! Aloryk. So good ."

My toes curl as Aloryk feasts on my pussy like a starving man, pinning me to the tree with his hands and mouth. The relief from the needy pain feels like luxury and I start carding my fingers through his dark hair, feeling incredibly grateful for Aloryk's mouth right now. I'm so wound up in the gorgeous pleasure of it all, I nearly miss the fact that he's begun purring again. Like a huge, happy pussycat. I might've giggled at that if it weren't for the state that I'm currently in.

Instead, I'm a literal panting, desperate mess as I grip hold of Aloryk's hair, pulling him impossibly closer while I climb that sorely needed peak. " I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come ," I chant, my eyes screwed shut as I ride the poor man's mouth for all I'm worth. Aloryk groans into my pussy and that's what pushes me over the edge, soaring through clear skies of bliss, completely devoid of that terrible pain those stupid flowers inflicted.

I can still feel a steady swipe of his tongue as I come down from that wonderful high. Finding that I've managed to almost curl my whole body around the focus point of Aloryk's mouth being between my legs, I slowly unfurl, loosening my thigh's grip around his head and releasing his hair from my vice-like hold while I try to straighten. Aloryk's eyes are on me, watching me pant, his mouth still covering my numb-from-pleasure clit.

For a moment, it's just us - staring at one another after… after what just happened. My heart is still trying to beat its way out of my chest and my mind scrambles for what to say or do in this moment. Whenever a guy has gone down on me before, he's been racing to the finish line so that we can get to the part where I return the favor, or we get down to ‘the main event' as one boyfriend had put it.

But this isn't that.

Aloryk just ate me out… as a favor ? Do I say thank you?

My mouth opens and shuts, but before I stammer out whatever spew of words that are waiting at the back of my throat, he pulls away. His lips and chin are glistening as he gently sets me back on my feet and he stands.

"Excuse me a moment," he says swiftly, inclining his head to me slightly while his fist comes up to his chest - a weirdly formal gesture for someone who was sucking on my clit mere seconds ago.

And then he's gone, disappearing behind a huge, black-leaf tree, leaving me over here with legs like jello.