11. Jess

What the hell am I doing?

I was turned on, more than I'd ever been in my life, but still clearheaded enough to know I was making a big decision. My instincts were telling me it was the right one. I was attracted to Gravod, emotionally as well as physically. His protectiveness and intelligence, the way he acted as a leader.

The whole alpha-male thing he had going on was fucking doing it for me.

But hooking up with an alien was not something I had much context for, outside of fiction. So what did my instincts, which were questionable when it came to men, really matter?

The idea that we were mates, the implications of that… It was a little terrifying. Was this just sex, or some kind of commitment? With an alien?

Why wasn't I more freaked out about that?

I needed to be objective. If that was possible.

In the dark, it wasn't about what Gravod looked like, but how he made me feel. What he felt like against my body. The verdict?

Good. Really, really good.

My black-out curtains shut out any light. I could only see the silver glow of his eyes. Without sight, all my other senses intensified. The slightest caress became erotic. I could taste his seductive scent in the air.

His kiss rocked me. His tongue. It was too long to be anything other than alien, and I wanted it. I wanted to feel those strange bands around me. To reach up again and stroke his sensitive horns, feel him tremble under my curious fingers.

What would his cock feel like? What did it look like?

It seemed wrong not to see him, like I was feeding his insecurities. And despite his obvious worry about how I might react to his body, I didn't share his concern. My imagination wasn't conjuring up horrifying images. In fact, I felt oddly certain that I would like what I saw.

But Gravod was more comfortable this way. And he wanted to make me come.

Seeing him could wait.

As soon as I tore away the sheet, he was everywhere. His ta'laps grasped the waistband of my pajama shorts, dragging them down my legs. I could hear him taking off his boxers. At the same time, his hands were on my tank top, pulling it over my head. I gasped when I felt my panties being pulled aside, followed by an insistent nudge against my opening.

Tentacle. It was the only thing my mind could come up with to describe the things that coiled around me. Thinner at the tip, then wider, maybe an inch in diameter. I'd touched one, thinking it was a rope. They were…interesting. The texture on top was just like skin, but underneath were raised nubs that were more hard, kind of grippy. They'd probably feel?—

"Oooh…"

I moaned as a tip slipped easily between my slick folds and penetrated me. Gravod was stroking his fingers through my hair, lightly kissing my forehead, while other tentacles skimmed up my ribs and circled my breasts. The one between my legs slid farther inside, and those raised nubs…

My back arched as I was slowly filled. Another tentacle tip brushed against my clit, teasing with light touches. But the one inside me was doing things. Amazing things.

As more of the long, slender length went in, another tentacle tapped at my entrance. Before I could form a thought about the fit, it pushed in too, joining the first. I gasped at the extra pressure.

The combined thickness of the two tentacles stretched me. It felt like they expanded even more inside, stealing my breath. That amazing bumpy texture rubbed against my opening and my inner walls as they kept pushing in.

So long. More and more length slid inside until I was almost uncomfortably full. They started to twist and thrust, and I writhed, trying to take even more of them, on the edge of an orgasm.

I was panting and moaning, and then Gravod's lips were on mine. For a short moment, I was distracted as I explored inside his mouth with my tongue. His teeth were different, sharper, although probably not more than my own canines. But he quickly took control.

His tongue was like his tentacles, I realized. Only thicker.

It filled my mouth, that tart flavor helping me relax even as he probed my throat. All the feeling was there, but somehow, I had no urge to gag. My breathing was easy.

I gripped his muscular shoulders as my body took everything he gave me. With my mouth full, I could only make a humming sound in my chest as his tentacles in my pussy thrust in and out. He moved them in a steady rhythm that had me tensing around him.

Separate tentacles wrapped around each of my breasts and roughly dragged over my nipples, just as more of his tongue filled my mouth. The tentacles inside me curled, and I came. Hard.

My body bowed as I let out a keening cry past his tongue. I clenched around the incredible fullness inside me, and Gravod groaned, continuing to move those magical lengths in and out of me through my long climax.

As I shook and shuddered, the orgasm felt like it would pull me apart, but all his tentacles held me in place. The ones around by breasts gently squeezed, while others wrapped themselves around my thighs and my arms in something like an embrace. It was comforting. Safe.

I came down slowly, still pulsing inside. Gravod kept his hands cupped around my face as he withdrew his tongue. I felt his nose brush mine, then featherlight kisses over my cheeks, across my eyes and forehead.

As the last of my orgasm ended, the tentacles inside me gently slipped out. I sighed, savoring the heat of his body pressed to mine.

"You are so fucking perfect," he whispered against my ear.