“Why? What does ‘G’ stand for?”
He shook his head. “The origin of the word is unclear…but maybe it’s because I shape my fingertip like the letter ‘G’ to touch you there.”
“How,” I whispered in pure awe and pleasure. “Howcould you know this was there?”
He rubbed the spot gently, his finger now moving across it for the first time. I gasped, but then I laughed as tears fell down my cheeks. It feltsogood, I wanted to sing and dance and scream. I wanted to go back to Eden and tell everyone how wrong they’d been. This felt so good and perfectly natural, there was no way it was wrong to want this.
“Instinct,” he said. “We were the first race to evolve in the galaxy, and we seeded it with life.”
‘That’s a much bigger picture answer than I was looking for, Thuliak,”
I rubbed his cock as I spoke to him, smiling at how perfect it looked. He pressed against my G-spot in response, sending a shudder through my spine.
“The ability to please a woman is hard-coded into my DNA. “
“Wouldn’t it be hard-coded into a human male too?”
“Yes,” he said, beginning to move his finger in a gently ‘come here’ motion across my g-spot. I closed my eyes and focused 99% of my concentration on how good it felt, keeping just enough brainpower in reserve to hear what he was saying—I’d mull it over later and try to actually understand what he was saying later, after his beautiful finger was no longer inside me. “Though an inferior coding. Humans were seeded to Earth millions of years ago, from DNA of an off-shoot…”
Okay, so I didn’t really manage to hear much of anything he said. The only thing I remember was when he mentioned that he’d never actually had sex before either, which got me to sit bolt upright and look down at him, his finger still inside me, and my hand still squeezing his cock, though even harder now—because I’d apparently used it to pull myself up. I blushed and let go.
“You’ve never…” I whispered. “So we’re both…virgins?”
He shook his head. “It’s not the same. You are a virgin. I am a scion.”
“You’ve never had sex! That makes you a virgin.”
“You don’t understand,” he said, “I can show you better than I can explain. I’ve been touching you here, but I’ve been holding back. I wanted to slowly increase your pleasure, so I’ve been holding back, you see—”
He did something with his finger. I wish I could have seen what he did, but since his finger was totally inside me, I saw nothing. I felt it move, of course, but I don’t know how it moved. All I know is that it hit me just right. It pressed against me at the perfect pressure and angle, and the moment my body jerked and my throat closed shut in ecstasy, he started tomovethe finger, but he moved it in such a way that he was always hitting a new slightly different point, which just so happened to be—as far as I could tell—the absolute most pleasurable place he could possibly have touched me in that moment, at the most pleasurable pace and speed, and—
“There isNO WAY,” I gasped, “that you’veneverdone this.”
He pressed harder, and without warning another finger slid inside me. The first finger kept doing whatever the hell perfect thing it was already doing, but the second one was stretching me wider again, and it reminded me of how shockingly wet I’d become from the way it slid slick and hot up into me.
As the second finger made its way in, the overall tightness of everything doubled. Where he’d been pressing me with his first finger was now even tighter and warmer—the feeling became so intense and overwhelming that my body arched up. My hips gyrated, which felt like some instinctive movement to get Thuliak’s fingers to feel better. My mere human biology didn’t seem to realize that Thuliak’s fingers moved perfectly, and there was no need for me to help him find the best place. Still my body moved, but Thuliak adjusted accordingly, and soon I was bucking my hips wildly while still feeling just as good as before.
I screamed until drool dripped from my mouth.
It was like I was on fire, but there was no pain, just the burning heat flowing through my veins as my heart pounded harder and harder against my chest.
And just as I felt everything rising to an ultimate release, Thuliak pulled his fingers out of me and smirked down at my trembling, cum-soaked body.
I tried to ask him why he stopped, but my throat closed on me as my lips parted. I looked at him with a reproachful expression—a confused and reproachful expression.
“You will cum on my cock,” he said, and he flexed his cock as he said it so that it swelled and slapped against his abs.
I just nodded. My eyelids were heavy as if I’d been drugged. I needed him to keep going. If that meant taking his massive alien cock inside my body, then that’s what was going to have to happen. That was probably why Thuliak was smirking so much too. He knew I couldn’t resist.
“Are…” I said, but my voice sounded strange and distant, “...are you going to do it then?”
He shook his head. “You’re too close to orgasm right now. I need to let your body recover. I’d hate for your first time to be so short.”
“It’s your first time too.”
He laughed at me, as if it was a ridiculous thing to say. “Let me tell you about the Khetar’s cock, and how it connects us to the Hivemind.”
“So when I’m burning hot and in desperate need of cumming,” I said, glaring up at him from the bed, “you’re going to give me alessonon your cock, instead of actually giving me your cock?”