Unlike the other humans, Myra’s mind filled with wonder at Home’s beauty. And her complex feelings toward me woke an eager desire in my hearts.
It wasn’t just her mind that appealed to me. Her body, wrapped in skintight and vacuum-proof material, looked deliciously soft and invitingly curved. I wanted to see herwithout that covering, to bare her skin to mine. To hear her mind awaken to my touch and watch her body flourish.
Our minds resonated, her fear/desire/excitement echoing my need/hunger/lust, each of us inflaming the other as we stood, looking into each other’s eyes. She had only two, bright green and piercing, set in a round face framed by red hair. Her skin, pale aside from the flush spreading across her cheeks, gave a beautiful contrast to the full, red splendor of her lips.
I nodded, accepting the name ‘Tyr’ she gave me. Accepting that and more. Myra shivered, tongue darting out to wet her lips, mixed feelings clarifying into an invitation.
One I would not refuse.
Chapter 9
Myra
Tyr’s claws tore through my spacesuit like a plasma torch through tinfoil. The first cut let in freezing air and made me gasp, the second tore away the whole front panel. Panic filled me as the air from my suit emptied into the garden, erupting from the rips in an icy fog. The suit’s alarm screamed for a moment, then fell silent as the alien pulled off my helmet and cast it aside.
With effortless precision, Tyr carved the clothes from my body. Despite his speed, he didn’t leave so much as a scratch on my skin. It took him less than five seconds to strip me naked.
I stared up into his eyes, my panic subsiding. This wasn’t an attack. It was an answer to my secret longing.
Desire radiated from Tyr, an urgent need reflecting my own. How had I hoped to hide this from a telepath? Stupid of me to try, and doubly so when I found him sharing my feelings.
Some, at least. Lust and curiosity, yes, but there wasn’t a hint of fear in his heart. Tyr’s confidence was like a rock, anchoring us both as his clawed fingers caressed and explored me.
Am I going crazy?I asked myself, heart racing and pulse pounding in my ears.He’s a Tyradyn war machine, not a human. Does he even have a dick?
Whatever the answer, I couldn’t deny that he got me fired up in a way no human ever had. I needed this. I neededhim.
As soon as I admitted that to myself, Tyr grabbed me and lifted me against him. His hard carapace surprised me with its heat and a strange, coarse texture that drove my body wild. Hebrought his mouth down to mine, tongue pushing between my lips in a powerful kiss, probing and urgent. Long, flexible, rough, it felt nothing like a human tongue.
It was better in every way.
I moaned around him, body shaking as the weird texture invaded my mouth andpulsed.
Mine.The word formed in my mind as all other thoughts fled.My human.
I wanted to object, to fight, to resist. Well, no. That’s not really true. I should have wanted that, but my body was already a melting puddle of desire, and my mind overwhelmed by the waves of powerful sensation crashing through me.
Instead of arguing, I groaned and pulled him closer.If I’m doing this, I’m doing it all the way,I thought.
My alien monster’s hard carapace was strange against my skin. It looked smooth, but it was rough to the touch and felt so, so good. My nipples hardened against him, and my pussy throbbed with need.
Strong hands gripped my hips, lifting me against my monster. It was only when more hands traced their way down my back, sharp talons scratching deliciously, that I looked down.
Tyr stood on his hind legs, his forelegs doubling as powerful arms to lift me up. That left him free to explore my body with his clawed hands, scratching across my breasts with just enough pressure for his talons to bite. The pain blended with pleasure, and I moaned as he withdrew his tongue from my mouth.
Amusement filtered through the mind link between us, and a blush spread down my body. With jaws capable of crunching through bone, he planted delicate nibbles on my shoulder, my neck. Lifting me higher, he left bite marks across my breasts, then down across my stomach. He kept lifting until his mouth reached my pussy and stopped.
I groaned and grabbed his head, trying to pull him to me. My fear of him vanished under the achingneedhe’d awakened, and I no longer cared if he knew it.
But he didn’t shift. It would have been easier to move a statue. Three pairs of intense eyes stared at me as I panted with need, and the multicolored frill around his neck vibrated.
Submit. You are mine. Yes/No?
“Oh, fuck you,” I shouted, frustrated need overwhelming me. “Yes, god dammit, yes.”
I didn’t get time to say more. He pulled me to him, his flexible tongue parting the folds of my sex and sending a shudder through my body. Its weird texture made me squirm and squeal as he devoured me hungrily.
Needle-sharp teeth scraped across my sensitive skin, making me arch my back and cry out. That long, flexible, amazing tongue lapped at my lower lips, circled my clit, pushed into me. He was exploring, discovering my human anatomy for the first time, and doing a fucking amazing job of it.