Chapter 8

As Zyair watched her swallow his seed with such confidence, his groin tightened once again.

Layla was proving to be much more than just the average human. More than any human he had come in contact with before.

She wiped her mouth and gave him a smile that told him this was not her first time. She was experienced, and he liked experienced. It meant she knew what she wanted, and she knew what he'd like. Clearly, she knew how to please a man.

Even though Zyair had a sneaking suspicion this human was doing what she could to distract him from the investigation, he didn't care. He wouldn't have even cared if he thought she was guilty as sin. But he had a stronger theory that she was innocent in all this.

Thankfully, he had come to that conclusion before she had given him an out-of-this-planet blow job, so he didn't have to deal with moral questions right then and there.

He looked at her deep brown almond-shaped eyes and saw the fire he liked so much about her. It was still there, but it wasn't from anger with him anymore. He could tell she wanted him.

Zyair was pleased that she had liked his packaging so much. However, what he wanted was to make her submit to pleasure in every way. He was experienced, too, and with more than one alien race. If he knew anything, it was that after he was done with her, if she had anything to do with the missing Desolation Stone, she'd be a puddle of confessions at the end.

He wanted to sample her. More than that, he wanted to return the oh-so-generous favor that she had been more than willing to bestow unto him.

Zyair felt himself still hard. He didn't try to hide it or pull his pants back up. He saw Layla watch his growing erection as she bit her lower lip.

Without a word, Zyair picked her small curvy figure up and out of the chair, placing her on the giant desk he'd been leaning on. It was a swift movement, and she had gasped in surprise, but there was no fight.

He placed her on the edge of the dark smooth table and leaned her back. "I can't let someone hold a favor over me, especially one like that."

Her cheeks were flushed, but her coy smile returned to her lips. Her eyes sparkled dangerously up at him. "Oh? Then what do you propose we do?"

He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to taste more than just what he had planned.

Zyair bent over and kissed her hard on the lips, forcing his tongue through to get even more of her delicious flavor.

She was taken by surprise, but parted her mouth and violently kissed him back. Her tongue tangled with his in a passionate dance of desire. He finally pulled away. "I'll just have to show you what I propose we do. It's better that way. But trust me, the favor will be repaid in full."

Layla was lying there a tad breathless at their sudden kisses still. He stood back up, masterfully unhooked her pants, and slid them down with her undergarments in one fluid movement. He didn't want to waste any time with any detours that kept him from tasting more of her flavors.

Zyair only pulled her pants down to her boots. He lifted her legs up and inserted his lips between them, leaving her calves to rest on his broad, massive shoulders. He knelt against the table so his face was perfectly aligned with her exposed pink pussy.

He could see it gleaming with her own juices already, ripe and ready to be taken.

Zyair grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to his face. He tilted her hips up just slightly and pressed his massive thick tongue against her sex lips.

She tasted magnificent.

He started to slowly lick and push his tongue against her clit, lightly at first and then flicking it faster.

Layla squirmed a little, but was clearly enjoying herself. Her moans told him just how much.

He glanced up at her and saw her hands start to run up her body and grope her breasts. Her eyes were closed. She was completely letting him have his way with her without any fight.

That's exactly what he wanted.

Zyair returned his attention to her lower set of lips. He decided to slip his tongue inside of her now. She was slick with her own wetness and his saliva. He knew he had a thick powerful tongue and he was going to show her that he knew exactly how to use it.

He pushed it inside and began darting it in and out.

Layla's breath quickened and a little gasp escaped. Then she pushed herself hard against his inserted tongue and started to rotate her hips. It was obvious she wanted it bad.

Zyair could feel his own massive cock pressing strenuously against the desk as it continued to throb, begging to be a part of the action.

He'd have his moment, Zyair was sure of it, but right now was about Layla and her pleasure.

He kept pushing his tongue further inside of her. Her moans grew. He then started to suck and pull at her clit until she almost lost it. He wanted her to finish right against his face. He wanted to take it just as she had.

Zyair moved his hands toward her perfectly draped hips and grabbed on to them. He pulled her right against his face so the pressure against her clit alone was enough to send her skyrocketing to completion.

"Fuucckkk." She moaned as she grinded against his tongue.

He dug his fingers in even deeper to her plush skin and started going to town.

His tongue moved feverishly in and out of her as he kept a sucking motion going.

"Holy shit, don't stop," she begged.

Zyair had no intention of stopping. Perhaps ever.

He started to make noises as well against her pussy, knowing it would cause a vibrational reaction to her already sensitive nerves.

"Holy shit, holy shit. Yes!" Her voice was husky and full of need. She wanted to come and was so close. Zyair could tell it wouldn't be long now.

He felt his cock start to drip with its own anticipation, but he happily ignored it. He almost didn't need any stimulation with the reactions he was getting from Layla fully at his mercy on the desk.

He started pushing her hips back and forth, slamming her clit against his fully submerged tongue.

Layla grabbed her curls and arched her back, bracing herself. "Ahhhhh!"

Zyair could tell she wanted to scream, but she held back, given the acoustics of the room. He didn't care. He could feel her releasing all of her tension.

A force sprayed against his tongue, getting the side of his face. Her pussy was clenching his tongue as her body twitched, and little moans kept avalanching out of her throat.

He could practically feel and hear her body humming.

He pulled his face away and lightly licked up her dripping cream, leaving a slick yet spotless vagina in its wake.

"Mmmm." She twitched a little as his tongue lapped the last bit up.

She propped herself up in her elbows. "Is that how all you Lorr return favors?" she asked with a satisfied smirk.

Zyair unhooked her legs from around his neck as he stood, licking his lips. He sat in the chair she had occupied earlier and looked over her body.

"We definitely aren't selfish creatures." He winked.