Chapter 7

Balroth's lips pressed over mine, and all thought fled from my head. His lips were softer than they looked. He was so much larger than life. His kisses were more exhilarating than any human I had ever kissed.

He bent over me, caging me in. His hands cupped my chin, guiding my head to the angle he wanted. I gasped, and he seized the opportunity. His tongue pushed into my mouth, melding with my own. I was breathless, panting, fighting him for control and being absolutely dominated.

His body pressed against mine as he shifted and laid over the top of me. His body was so warm that I felt like a fire was burning inside. I squirmed against him, wanting to shed my clothes for some of the air's chillness. I wanted to feel more of him, skin-to-skin.

My arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer. I tugged at his vest, trying to pull it from his body. He grunted, pressing closer and kissing me harder. He was so firm all over. All chiseled muscle, flexing beneath my fingertips.

Then suddenly he captured my hands, dragging them away from their exploration. I moaned at the loss.

Balroth pulled back and chuckled. He looked at me with an intensity that had a flush of warmth rushing between my legs. He positioned my hands above my head.

"You are wet." Oh, doesn't he know it. "We should really get you out of these clothes."

"Yes, please." I whimpered, wiggling against the bonds. The movement brushed my perked up nipples against him. Even through the fabric, the friction felt unbelievable.

Balroth smirked down at me, all male smugness. He knew what kind of reaction he was having on me.

"Don't move." He instructed. I glanced up when his tail brushed against my wrist, wrapping around and pinning my arms in place. Balroth's hands left mine to tug my shirt from my pants with deft movements. His hands spanned over my waist, larger than a human's.

When his hands approached my abdomen, my insecurities suddenly rushed to my head. My stomach was chubby, with slight stretch marks. Not the image of a perfect woman. My arms came down, and I tried to stop his movements from revealing my vulnerabilities. Balroth froze and looked up at me. He quickly captured my hands again and placed them above my head.

"You are so beautiful. You are mine." He kissed the corners of my lips, then trailed further kisses down my chin and jaw. His teeth grazed my neck, and I arched into it with a pleased cry. It wouldn't take much for him to hurt me. His teeth were sharp and grazed my skin with a delicious prickle. And yet I felt safe under his ministrations. The warmth of his body seeped inside me and reheated the fires of passion.

All the while his hands had slipped higher, pulling the material of my shirt up and over my breast. His hand cupped the mounds, his thumb stroking my perked nipples through my bra. And it felt incredible.

"Remove it," he instructed. A moment of doubt settled on me, but it was dispelled when he looked at me softly. Then a sly smile spread across his lips. "Unless you wish for me to rip it from you, that is."

Not having any clothing to wear was not an appealing thought. I quickly pulled my hands from his loosened tail hold and sat up enough to pull my shirt over my head. Balroth raised his eyebrow and threw a significant glance towards my bra. My face burned as I obediently reached behind my back to unhook it and slipped the straps over my shoulders.

I was surprised when he didn't snatch it completely from my body and toss it aside.

"Good girl," he mumbled as he leaned back in and kissed me passionately. Within moments, I had forgotten my embarrassment and shyness. More so when his fingers slipped under what little fabric covered me and played across the sensitive skin of my nipple. His fingers pinched firmly, rolling the bud with expert finesse. I screamed into his mouth as my hips rolled, my back arching from the floor. It was so good. I needed more.

His fingers left my breast, and I moaned at the loss. He captured my hands again with his tail and raised them above my head.

"If you move, I'll stop. Understand?" he commanded me. I nodded frantically. I needed him touching me again. Nothing else mattered.

He smirked at me as he slid lower down my body, not breaking eye contact. His calloused hands cupped my breasts, kneading the soft flesh. Each scrape of the rough palms made me pant and moan. His dexterous fingers clamped around my nipples, and I cried out. He plucked at them mercilessly, watching me squirm against him.

"You like that," he murmured. "Good."

Before I could stop him, he lowered his head and captured my nipple with his mouth. Heat rolled over me, through me, right down to my very core. My clit pulsed with the tempo of his sucks, strong and demanding.

When his hands fumbled with my pants, I didn't hesitate. I reached down to help him shove them from my body, but that clearly was the wrong thing to do. He grunted and stopped all movements. He captured my wrists again, repositioning me. I sobbed, not wanting him to stop.

"Behave, female, or I might need to punish you."

I squeezed my legs together at the thought, trying to ease the ache that was building there.

He returned his focus to my pants. He tugged the material over my generous hips, not stopping until he shucked off my boots and pulled the pants completely free from my legs. Then with sure movements, he gripped my knees and forced me to open up to him.

I was completely exposed to him. Completely vulnerable. My cheeks burned at what he must see, what he must think.

"So beautiful," he muttered. He looked at me with such hunger, such need, that I felt a fresh gush of heat spill between my legs. He towered over me, nearly fully dressed but with clothes in disarray. There was no hiding the bulge that strained against his pants.

His hand slid up my thigh, leaving behind a burning caress. With confidence, he cupped my mons, his fingers pressing against places I didn't know could be so sensitive. "You are all mine."

"Please," I begged him. I didn't know what for exactly. Something. Anything. I wanted more. I needed more.

He quickly pulled his vest from his chest and chucked it aside. I thought he was about to remove his pants when instead he leaned forward and pressed his head between my spread legs. He licked from my back to the front in one sure, long stroke. He didn't stop, pushing the sensations higher. His tongue stroked and sucked, knowing exactly where to go and how I needed it. He was playing me like a master.

When he pushed a thick finger inside of me, probing, my body shattered. Stars exploded behind my eyes as I cried out breathlessly. My body convulsed around him, my hips ground against his face with abandon. His fingers pumped inside of me, curling and stroking secret places that had me exploding all over again.

He continued until my body slumped, until I was over-sensitized. He wrung every bit of energy from me.

Only then did he stand and push his pants from his hips. He kicked them aside and stood before me, tall and proud. And he probably was. I'd never seen a penis as large as his, or as green. At the sight of it, a fission of fear ran through me. Would that even fit? It looked far more human-like than I expected, though numerous veins were corded around the length of him.

He knelt between my legs, his hands stroking my thighs with caresses.

I reached for him, but I paused when I realized I had moved from the position he wanted me in. My hands returned to his tail. My fingers wrapped around it, holding on for dear life. Because at any moment I felt that I might shatter into a million pieces. I was so on edge.

He watched me through hooded eyelids but thankfully nodded in approval. He was willing to let me move. The warmth of pleasure rushed through me. I shouldn't have felt so glad to have such a basic freedom, but I did.

My fingers brushed against him, and his cock jerked at the attention. Feeling more confident, I wrapped them around his girth. He was so large my fingers couldn't even reach all the way around. I gave him an experimental stroke from the base upwards, marveling at how the raised veins felt like ridges. Pearlescent cum beaded from the tip, and I swiped my finger across it. Against my skin, it tingled, almost like it fizzled. My legs twitched. I could only imagine what that would feel like inside of me.

Soon he pulled my hands away and gently pushed me to lie on my back. He showered my face and neck with kisses, but I was all the more consumed with how he ran his cock through the folds of my pussy. Each pass coated it in my slickness. Each time the tip leaked more cum on me, it left behind a tingling sensation that had me quickly whimpering and begging for him.

And then he was pressed against my opening. He was so large, but he didn't force his way. He pumped his hips, pressing slowly further and further in. The stretch burned, but felt so good at the same time. I became even more aware of how the ridges of his cock brushed against all the sensitive places inside of me, causing my muscles to tense around him.

He was so much—almost too much. Somehow my body took him. Somehow, he came flush with me. We were both panting, sweat soaking our skin. He adjusted his position so his elbows were on either side of my head, and he could look down at me. He gazed into my eyes with such wonder, such softness, that my core clenched impossibly hard around him.

He cursed and laughed while I moaned.

"You are perfect, Eve. Mine. All mine."

His hips withdrew from me, a slow and sensual slide that had every part of my body lighting up. I cried out at the sensation of him leaving me, feeling instantly bereft. Then suddenly, his hips snapped forward, and he was surging into me. My whole body bounced as he bottomed out; his hips ground into mine and rubbed against my clit. Again and again. Each time building more heat, more fire. I was squirming, clinging to him. I cried out each time his hips pumped ruthlessly.

He growled into my ear. I arched my back, trying to adjust my angle. It was so much—almost too much. I just needed that little bit more.

Then he bit down on me, his teeth piercing into the soft part of my neck. I cried out as pain shot through me, though it quickly turned to a burn that fired its way through my limbs. It crashed at my core, every sensation magnified. And I screamed.

I screamed as ecstasy took hold of my body. I screamed as his thrusts became uncontrolled, as his hips ground against mine. He lost control, his cum shooting the inside walls of my tunnel. And I screamed as the tingles overwhelmed me with more pleasure than I knew was possible.

This alien might just kill me after all.