“Aaah, yes,” he says, still panting. “If I took too much from you, it would reduce you to a bag of skin. I’ve already spent too much time in this dimension and absorbed too much humanity to live comfortably back where I come from.”
My jaw drops. “You would sacrifice that much to be with me?”
He gives me the most peculiar stare. It’s like I’ve said something wrong. “I’ve finally found my mate,” he replies. “Where else would I be but at your side?”
My chest fills with warmth. All parts of him have accepted me—not just the kindly version of him that pleasures me in the dark. Tightening my grip, I stroke harder. The liquid oozing from his dick provides ample lubrication, but I wish it was my pussy around his shaft.
The bed creaks with the force of our movements, and the handjob continues. Most guys would have come by now.
“Am I doing it alright?” I ask.
“This is perfect,” he says with a deep groan.
I made a gentle twisting motion around his thick cock head and revel in the way it made him shiver. “Do you ejaculate?”
“I’ve been cumming since you called me Mate,” he says through clenched teeth. “This human cock is too small a vessel for all my cum.”
“So you make lubrication?” I ask.
He nods.
“Do you know how human males ejaculate?”
He bucks his hips and snarls. “Tell me about the human males who have dared to touch my mate. I will kill them all.”
“Later,” I lie. This monster seems the type to round up my exes and consume their fear. “But let’s focus on your pleasure first. Can you fuck me all day and night?”
“As much as is required to please my mate,” he says, his eyes deep pools of black.
This is the longest hand job I’ve ever given, and my arm begins to ache. Maybe his secretions are having an effect on me because the pain doesn’t register as unpleasant. Sweat breaks out across my skin, and my heavy breaths mingle with his.
My clit is so sensitive and swollen. It throbs in sync with my pulse. I buck my hips only for it to brush against something invisible and moist.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur.
The more I stroke him, the more lubricant he produces. His liquid is getting everywhere, with tiny droplets spattering over my skin. Wet slopping sounds fill the air with each movement of my hand, and my fingers now feel almost as sensitive as my clit.
Pleasure travels up my arm, down my spine, and between my legs. It’s the most bizarre sensation, and I can’t help rocking my hips against his invisible tentacle.
“Keep stroking,” he growls. “You’re nearly there.”
So am I. My pleasure builds and builds until the nerves around my clit dance like sparks and all the muscles of my thighs clench. I still don’t understand how he could make me cum with such little friction.
“That’s it, my mate,” he says. “You’re doing so well.”
“Aaah,” I cry out. “I have no idea what’s happening.”
Pressure gathers low in my belly, pressing down hard on my clit. Except this time, it’s more sensitive than ever.
“What have you done to me?” I whisper through a sigh.
“You’re awakening,” he says with a growl. “I want you to orgasm, now.”
My climax crashes over me like a tidal wave, throwing my consciousness aside. All that’s left of me are waves and waves of ecstasy that wash through my senses. The sensations travel from the beds of my toenails to the follicles in my scalp. I twitch with every pleasurable spasm, throw back my head and scream.
Warm jets of fluid spatter on my belly and breasts, coating me in a fluid that reminds me of the sea. I’m so distracted by my climax that it barely registers that it’s soaking into my skin.
It takes a minute to catch my breath. “What was…” I shake my head, my eyelids fluttering. “How?”