Chapter 8

Hannah

When the shower cut off, all my thoughts stilled and centered on one thing only. Blade had turned down some lamps, and now I realized what a show I was getting through the divider. Some parts were semi-transparent and I could see his body silhouetted as he dried himself. The curl of his thick biceps, his swimmer’s trim body, and then I gasped when he turned and his cock cast a shadow. A huge shadow, and definitely erect.

“Liking the show, my sweet little Hannah?” he asked with a low, husky drawl. My nipples perked into diamond-hard points at the sound and I felt my core spasm with a sharp lance of pleasure. It was so naughty and illicit to be stealing a glance like that, and then to get caught in the act? He groaned loudly, “Yeah, you do.”

I didn’t know how he could tell that from all the way over there, but heat scalded my cheeks because he was right. At least he didn’t seem to expect an answer, my tongue was all tied up in knots. Add a dry mouth to that; he stepped out from behind the divider, completely nude and unabashed about it.

Golden light painted his green skin around the side, illuminating his impressive pecs and six pack. It dipped along those V-shaped lines along his hips, down to the shortly cropped dark hair from which his thick cock rose. His cock was a beautiful, dark green bar with silver glinting at the tip: piercings. Of course, he had his dick pierced. After the tattoos and the many rings in his ears, I shouldn’t be surprised.

“You didn’t think I had forgotten about you, did you?” he drawled as he crossed to the bed and placed one of his knees on the edge. The bed dipped, and I rolled toward him with a squeak, my breathing already quickening from my excitement. I shook my head at him, eyes wide. I was no virgin, though it had been a while, but I felt like that under his ardent gaze.

His dark eyes were not so dark in this light. They sparkled with gold light, and felt like they burned a path along any of my exposed skin. Then he fisted the blanket and started pulling with a smirk. “It’s like revealing a present,” he growled. “A gift just for me. Are you going to let me unwrap you, my pretty lass?”

When I nodded again, he gave the blanket a final yank and growled when he discovered that I was as naked as he was. I’d slipped off his shirt once I’d crawled under the blankets, determined not to let myself back out of this. I knew I would regret it forever if I didn’t take what Blade had to offer. “I thought I’d have to convince you, but you’re all ready for me, aren’t you, lass?”

His hands felt rough against my skin, the perfect kind of calloused abrasiveness that sent all my nerves tingling. He palmed one ankle and pulled, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Then he slid both of his hands in a caress along my calves, up along the outside of my thighs while his thumbs pressed close to the crease of my hips, to my core. “So pretty, and you smell so good,” he murmured.

I had eyes only for his cock, which rose in front of me, eagerly aiming toward my core. It was huge, and a set of silver bars crossed at the base of the thick, mushroom-shaped head. Bumps rose along the thickly veined shaft, and from his dark nest of pubes, a second appendage protruded, something that curled and moved like an extra finger, or a tentacle.

“I think I’m going to taste you first,” Blade said, and he yanked me even closer. I was so focused on noting the differences between his cock compared to a human that it took my lust-filled brain a moment to catch on to what he was saying. Then I squirmed as more desire made me ache. He didn’t even make me wait, his shoulders descending between my thighs, his hands spreading my legs wide for him. He swiped his tongue through my folds with a deep, satisfied groan. “Yes, perfect.”

My hands flew to his shoulders, my anchor in a crazy storm of pleasure. I couldn’t recall the last time a guy had gone down on me, but I did know that it had never felt like this. Blade’s tongue wasn’t smooth, it had bumps along the center and his tongue was just a tad more narrow and long.

“You taste so good, my sweet Hannah,” he groaned against my folds. “How much can you take? How about this?” A thick finger followed his naughty words, pressing against my opening, and I screamed when an orgasm crested, sudden and unexpected. It caught me completely by surprise, that tidal wave of pleasure. I had never come that fast, not without at least some toy to help me. But Blade’s tongue was amazing as he lapped in a perfect, steady rhythm at my clit. His thick finger pumped into me and curled with a flick of his wrist that made me see stars.

“More?” he asked as the first orgasm started to fade. I tried to open my mouth to tell him he should fuck me now, but he dipped his head again and stuck his long, agile tongue into my passage. My hips shot up, canted toward his face, my nails digging into his tough green skin. I was pretty sure I shouted his name when he replaced his tongue with two of his fingers and went back to licking at my clit.

“Ah, gods… Blade, what are you doing to me?” I sighed when a second orgasm had softly faded away, my body still tightly clenched around his invading fingers. I felt full, because he had huge hands, and I felt pampered and cared for. There was not a hint of doubt in my mind that he enjoyed every pleasurable second we’d just spent. His cock still rose fiercely rampant from his hips, straining toward me like it couldn’t wait to sink into my core. I couldn’t wait to feel that.

His fingers made a lewdly wet noise when he slid them from my passage, and my core ached with a sudden emptiness. Emptiness I forgot all about when he prowled up my body and planted his fists on either side of my head. “Are you ready for me, sexy Hannah?” he said, his eyes sparkling with gold, his ears glinting with their many silver rings.

I nodded, then moaned when he lined up the thick head of his cock with my opening. It stretched me wide, bigger than his fingers, but blazing hot and silky smooth. I felt each bump, the ridges his piercings made. He filled me completely, and he took his time doing it, his eyes gliding from my face, along my naked breasts, to where his cock pierced me. Green and pink, the sight was so naughty, because he was so alien, so not human .

He didn’t need to say the words when he glanced back up and met my gaze; I felt it too. And then he bottomed out with a grunt, and that strange, finger-like appendage stroked through my folds and along my clit. It had ridges on the underside, ridges ! I moaned as it moved against me with each stroke of his fat cock. “Ah, Blade! What is that?” I shouted as the third orgasm crested wildly, violently.

“Do you like it?” he laughed, and then he tilted his hips and started fucking me. There was no other word for it. His focus on each stroke of his cock along my tight walls, his extra appendage stroking along my clit with perfect precision. I knew he wasn’t going to stop this until he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from my body.