8. Wrenlee

8

WRENLEE

I must have been sleepwalking because the last thing I remember was going to sleep. And though I'm pretty sure this isn't a dream, I don't care. His musky scent is heady and there is no one around to witness or interrupt.

I know what I want, and I get what I want. The moment I saw him I was wet and ready. Then I noticed his cock, straining against his pants, and damn it how is a girl supposed to resist that? There is no doubt in the universe he wants me. No guy of any species can have a cock that rock hard and not be clearly screaming he wants to fuck you.

It's an impulse. One I've acted on many times before, but despite the many scandals I got myself into on the ship, both intentional and unintentional, they never tarnished my reputation. In fact, they only added to it. I know that won't be the case this time. I'm bucking my own rules and not only the girls will rip me to shreds for it, but all of our so-called society.

Emery wants my crown, and she has been gunning hard for it. If she finds out I fucked a Zmaj, she will use it as effectively as a surgeon wielding a scalpel. I know she will because she learned from the best. Me and Ziva.

I know all of this. I know this is a terrible, stupid, ridiculous idea, yet here I am. Leading this poor guy by his cock. Literally. I drag him into what looks like an old storeroom. There are dusty crates along the walls. The back wall has an empty stone shelf that is, by a quick estimate, about the right height.

I pull him right over to it, backing myself up against it. Then I hook my hands behind his neck and pull him down into a kiss.

No fantasy of mine could ever compare to this. How does this alien know how to kiss like this? His lips are full, insistent, and demanding. He's not only kissing, he's claiming and I feel it clear to my core.

His lips take mine in a way that I have never in my life experienced and as he does my body responds. Shivers race through my entire nervous system and my pussy is so wet, I am soaking my panties.

He places his hands on my hips, and they curve around to touch my ass. It feels incredible. I slide my hand into his pants and get my hands on his cock for the first time.

It is, as I expected, alien. I've heard all the stories. I don't think there is a human girl alive who hasn't. The Zmaj have alien dicks, which big surprise, they're aliens. But rumors and stories don't do justice to the reality.

It's soft on the underside and feels like any other cock I've played with, but the top side has stiff ridges that flow back in what feels like waves. The ridges aren't hard, not really, but they are firm. This is going to be really interesting.

I slide my hand down his shaft, and he groans into the kiss. It's the most erotic, beautiful sound I've ever heard, and makes me want him all the more. I can't keep myself from moaning back into his mouth.

I don't want foreplay. I want him to fuck me. Hard, fast, and most of all, now. I shift both my hands to the tie that holds his pants up. It's a simple string tied in a bow. Easily enough I loosen it without looking and his pants drop.

I pull them forward and over, freeing his cock. I break the kiss long enough to take a good, long look at his large member. It's both fascinating and exciting at the same time.

As my hands had already told me the ridges cascade down the top but on his pelvis, there is also a small bony-looking nub. I stare at it for a moment trying to figure it out then it hits me. That will line up just about right to hit my clit.

A smile spreads over my face. Ribbed for my pleasure, but also a nub? What more could a girl ask for?

He grabs a handful of my hair and jerks my head back so that we're staring into one another's eyes. My heart beats faster and not from fear but from even more than desire. His lips curl back to reveal his sharp canines. His eyes burn not into mine, right into my soul.

"Mine," he growls then his lips are on mine before I can respond.

And I am. Worries, doubts, concerns, and all the social norms are blasted away under the onslaught of his tongue and his hands over my body. He tears at my thin night shirt, ripping it off and leaving me naked.

Naked and not caring in the slightest.

He hooks my legs and lifts me onto the empty shelf. The rough stone scrapes my ass as he shoves me back and as I thought, his cock is level with my pussy.

There is no waiting for him either. No nicety, no kind of warmup, and no foreplay. He drives his dick right into my pussy, burying himself inside of me with a long-satisfied moan.

I gasp in surprise, pleasure, and a touch of pain that only serves to intensify how good it feels. The ridges and the size of his cock fill me in ways I've never experienced. It is incredible.

Instinctively I grab onto his two larger horns, avoiding the unusual for a Zmaj smaller ones he has, and thrust my hips forward to drive him even deeper. The nub on his pelvis hits my clit and every muscle clenches as an explosion of pleasure rocks my body.

Gripping him tight, I bite my lip to keep from screaming. He lifts me, shifting his cock inside, and pressing into my clit harder. My body spams uncontrollably. I clench his horns and bury my face against his neck, biting down on his shoulder.

He makes a low rumbling groaning sound as he lifts me and slams me back down onto his cock. I'm lost in the sensations but have enough animal instinct to match his rhythm. Then, surprisingly, his tail slaps my lower back and ass with a loud smack.

Another gasp of surprise, but the stinging pain causes the pleasurable sensations to become even stronger. So intense that there is no holding back. I throw my head back and emit a throaty growl as an orgasm rips through.

My pussy clenches onto his cock and milks him for all he's worth. I feel his cum filling me until it's flowing out leaving a sticky mess on my thighs and all over him too, I'm sure. Our foreheads rest together and we're both breathlessly panting.

As the last vestiges of pleasure fade, the reality of what I've just done crashes in like gravity slamming me back to earth. I gasp, wriggle, and have to lift myself to no longer be impaled on his cock.

Feeling desperate and full of regrets, I look over at my blouse where it lies on the floor. It's torn and not going to be of much use for coverage. An unintentional sob slips out. Sek'su places his hand on the small of my back and I jerk away, covering my tits with my arms for all the good it does. I'm still exposed and it's not like his cum isn't dripping down my thighs.

Tears fill my eyes. This is stupid. I'm the Ice Queen . I don't have emotional breakdowns like this, yet here I am. Overwhelmed, naked, trapped, and I am certain there is no way for me to get back to my room without being seen. And if I'm seen, the rumors will fly.

Part of my mind thought this was a dream, but there is no longer any doubt now as to the reality of what I've done. My sticky thighs, sore pussy, and the very naked, very hard Sek'su standing in front of me dashes any hopes of that.

"Oh," I say, trying to think of words that will fix any of this, but there are none.

"I can help," he says. "Tell me what you need."

"You can't," I say, a chill calm forming. The reeling spin of confusion is freezing as I begin evaluating options. There is always a way to spin any situation. All I have to do is be smart enough and quick enough to figure it out. "Clothes, I need something to wear."

"I will fix," Sek'su says. "Anything for my treasure."

He turns and rushes towards the door, but I grab his arm and stop him.

"No," I say, fixing him with a steady glare as I shake my head. "Never call me that."

"But… we…" he stumbles on the words.

A sharp pang stabs into my chest, and I hate myself for doing this. I've done similar to so many guys before and not once before has it ever bothered me or felt wrong. It was all just part of the game, but this time it does hurt. Hurts so much more than it has any right to, but I can't deal with this. Deal with him. First, I have to find a way to take Emery down and protect my position.

"This," I wave a finger between the two of us, "is a secret. You understand secret? No one, and I mean no one, can know."

"No one?" he asks, his brow furrowing. "Secret?"

"Yes," I say, emphatically. "Secret. You understand?"

His frown is deep and his eyes shine with confusion, but he nods, slowly, and the agreement is made.

"As you wish," he says softly.

"Good, now please get me something to wear. I need to get back to my room and hope that Saylor hasn't woken up wondering where I am."

He stares at me for a long, silent moment then nods and rushes out the door. That pang of guilt and pain hits me in my chest so hard that it feels as if I'm having a heart attack. I grab my torn nightshirt and throw it on the best I can so that I'm at least partially covered.

My pussy aches with a pleasant, well fucked sensation that so few men have ever left me with. I like him, but being with him? Openly? Social suicide.

There must be a way. And if anyone can find it. It's me.