13. Vanessa

Chapter 13

I'd always thought horseback riding would be fun. But shifting on the spine of a galloping, blue crystal triceratops while Aizor's cocks rubbed against my ass? It should be a total turn-off—but it wasn't.

His main cock was enormous. Thick. I shouldn't find anything about this guy appealing.

Yet I did.

I kept wiggling, trying to ease away from him only to find the jarring pace grinding my body against his.

His main cock got harder. I couldn't tell if the smaller one got erect as well, but a subtle hum vibrated against me.

Slickness bloomed between my legs.

As the creature the size of a travel trailer rushed down the mountainside, Aizor held me snug against his chest. Since he wasn't jarring in every direction like I would if I rode alone, and he was taking us somewhere, I did my best to relax. To ignore how turned on I was by bouncing around on his lap.

I tried to focus on the world around me because it was gorgeous, from the crystal trees in varying shades of purple, to the exposed ground made up of gold flecked with lavender stones, to the way the dewdrops on the spiky grasses sparkled in the sunshine.

Aizor groaned, and I knew why. He wasn't admiring the view; he was getting aroused by my body rubbing against his own.

With all the movement, his arm had slipped up, a thick band across my breasts. And with each rolling jostle, his arm rubbed. My nipples hardened to pebbles, and Aizor's low groan rang out behind me again.

This was completely fucked up, but I couldn't hold myself back. One wave of arousal was followed by another, each driving me toward the elusive peak.

And curse me forever, but when his hand slipped along my thigh, I moaned and ground my ass against his cock.

He bunched up my tunic, exposing my lower body to the cool air, then his fingers dove between my legs. They wrangled through my wet folds in a way I should find offensive but didn't, before he latched onto my engorged clit and rolled it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Too far gone to do anything but pulse my pussy against his hand, I tipped my head back against his chest and whimpered with need.

He drove a finger inside me while another continued to tease my clit. And he rocked his hips against my back, growly and snapping his tusks in my ear.

When he added more fingers, I started thrusting as best I could while the beast below us continued galloping down the hillside. Aizor's groans grew heavier, deeper, and that turned me on even more.

I bucked, riding his hand while he guided the crystal triceratops along the wide trail at a rolling pace that only thrust his fingers deeper inside me.

My orgasm crashed over me all of the sudden, blasting me into the outer atmosphere as if I rode a mechanical bull with my hand in the air, a scream erupting from my throat, and my pussy igniting.

He shouted, and his body shuddered behind mine.

Wetness spread across the back of my tunic, but I was too into riding the waves to care.

Finally, I came back to the ground.

Aizor tugged his fingers through my folds and across my clit, making me shiver all over again. He lifted his hand and examined the slick juices coating it, before he sucked me off his fingers, groaning once more.

It didn't take long for the heat of embarrassment to climb into my face. I felt scalded with it. Here I was, begging him to help me go home, plus insisting I wasn't his anything, and he'd just given me one of the best orgasms in my life.

One of them?

Alright, the best.

I had no clue what to make of it.

The air was crisp yet not overly chilly, even while we moved at a rapid pace. And Aizor's arm felt warm and comforting around me now that my body had blasted to the stars and back.

I wiggled, tugging my tunic back down over my thighs, and stared blankly at the vegetation, the ground, and the sky, trying to ignore what we'd just done. At least no one had seen us—Ihopedno one had.

If I had to be abducted and sent to a distant planet to become an alien's bride, this wasn't such a horrible place to wind up in. I could've done a lot worse. Heaven knows that when a woman is kidnapped, the scenario rarely turned out right.

Once he'd done feasting on my wetness coating his fingers, he started pointing to one thing after another, shouting what it was called, as if me learning how to converse with him would make all the difference.

I dutifully repeated the words, sliding them into the library within my mind. I didn't have a photographic memory—if only—but being in college had sharpened that part of my brain. Would I remember all the words? Not a chance. But if I remained here much longer, I would slowly learn to speak his language.

And where would that leave me? I still wanted to return to Earth. I had a good job, a nice apartment, and friends.

There wasn't anything for me here.

Except Aizor, a tiny part of my mind suggested.

"Fuck off," I told it.

"Fook eff?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's it. Fook eff."

"Fook eff," he shouted as if it was my name and he'd miraculously learned it.

My laughter burst out, a tad hysterical, but a real laugh all the same. Aizor's chuckle grew in volume until we were pretty much rolling around on the back of the beast. I couldn't imagine what it must think, assuming it contemplated more than where its next meal of crystal grass was coming from.

We'd orgasmed together on its spine and now we were freaking out and shouting fook eff.

We reached the bottom of the mountain, and the land leveled off. The trail continued, wide enough for two of the beasts we rode on, though we met no one else along the way.

If I was stuck here forever, would it bethatbad to stay with Aizor? I'd always wanted to get married and have kids, though not with my controlling ex. Aizor had a nice sense of humor, he was treating me kindly. He'd talked about massaging my feet. And let us not forget the way he'd just finger fucked me.

A woman could do a lot worse than wind up with him.

"Don't think about stuff like that," I whispered.

Aizor leaned close and delivered a long string of smooth words by my ear, but I didn't understand a thing he said. That made me sad. Maybe he was telling me how much he admired my appearance in the Zuldruxian tunic or how he'd enjoyed licking me off his fingers. I wanted to know that if it was the case.

Hand gestures and knowing the meaning of the food we'd had for breakfast would only take me so far.

Crystal structures jutted up from the center of the lush valley ahead. They'd been built—formed? —on an island surrounded by an enormous lake. Did the triceratops swim? If so, what lurked in the light purple, hopefully not dangerous, water?

Aizor parked his beast near the shore and slid off, taking me with him. He put me on my feet and stared down at me, studying my face and my chest. I'd already noted the dual versus four boobs thing and wondered what he thought about that. Mine were big—too big, actually—but for the first time since I was twelve and they'd started to sprout, I felt boob-deficient. How many children did Zuldruxian women have at one time to need four? It was a good thing multiples didn't run in my family.

Although, his spermies might have a different idea.

"Argh," I growled. "Stop thinking about his sperm."

"Spoom," he said, frowning at my arm. Yeah, that's what it was called.

I did appreciate that he was making an attempt to learn my language or what he thought was my language.

I was going to ask him what our plans were next when he lifted me to his eye level.

He grinned so sweetly; I couldn't hold back my own smile. My body felt deliciously languid, and this guy was to blame.

And then he kissed me.