Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4) by A.G. Wilde (inspirational books to read .TXT) 📗

If he was indeed an angel, she’d have to ask God to forgive her but this felt so fucking good.

Too good for her to stop now.

Too good for her to even form coherent thoughts.

It felt as if there was an explosion building within her, one that felt like an orgasm, but not like any orgasm she’d ever been able to achieve on her own.

No, this was different.

It felt like a tidal wave was approaching.

And as Kyris gripped her ass and pulled her closer, she held onto his hair, screaming his name as her entire body trembled again.

He was still sucking on her full-mouthed and as he released her, he ran his thick tongue from her entrance straight up to her clit, only causing her to shudder once more.

“Oh God. I can’t...I...I.” Tears were forming in her eyes because it felt as if her pussy was suddenly a pot of warm honey. All of her emotions and all the strength in her body was congealing there.

It felt too good. So good, she was afraid of the feeling building there.

It felt as if she was climbing something that was building within her, drawing her energy to that one spot just underneath her clit and she was nearing that point where that thing was going to burst and decimate her.

She would be dead.

She was going to die from pleasure.

“Yes, you can,” his growl against her pussy sent vibrations over her sensitive skin. “Accept it, Song. Accept me.” He growled again before running his tongue along her slit once more. “Let me taste you.”

She was trembling so bad now, she couldn’t keep still. His voice.

His growls.

His fucking smooth tongue.

Her eyes were open but she couldn’t see.

Large hands gripped her buttocks tighter, pushing her pelvis upwards and into his face.

And then he did it.

The thing that made her scream, her body shaking and her eyes rolling back into her head as her eyes twitched as she spasmed as if going into epileptic shock.

His tongue.

His thick wet tongue.

It was inside her.

He was...

Oh God.

He was fucking her with his tongue—the thick, wet muscle spreading her cunt as he moved in and out of her, his hands holding her ass in place as he moved his head forward and back.

Her scream was loud, so loud, it split the wet sounds coming from between her thighs and punctuated the room.

“Oh God. Oh God. Ky—Ky—Kyris!”

It happened then.

A feeling she’d never felt before.

As she reached her peak, her body riding a wave of an intensity she’d never ridden before, her body stiffened as her hands tightened in his hair and a stream of hot fluid squirted from her pussy to hit him in the face.

Kyris paused and lifted his head from her hot sex, the fluid still squirting from her pussy as he stared at in a trance.

What the fu—

If her legs weren’t so weak, if her body wasn’t suddenly so drained, if she didn’t feel like the life had just been sucked from her in the most pleasurable of ways, she would have tried to gather her legs and wriggle from his grasp to close her thighs.

That had never happened before.

No fluid like that had ever exited from her vagina before.

As she came down from her high slowly, she stared at him in horror, small aftershocks still making her body quake as she watched the fluid run down his chin.

But that telltale smell of urine was nowhere to be found.

She hadn’t peed.

That burst of fluid...it hadn’t been urine. She hadn’t relieved herself.

She’d squirted.

She’d only seen stuff like that happening in porn. She had never imagined—

Violet eyes locked with hers with such heat, she shivered in excitement, her eyes widening as she watched him lick his lips in the slowest of ways.

The deep rumble in his throat seemed to travel up her entire body, causing the hairs on her skin to stand on end.

But it wasn’t a vicious growl.

It was one of lust.

Kyris licked his lips, his face still moist from her juices as he looked at her and if there were ever such a thing as a violet fire, it would be there, in his eyes.

“Qrak...” His wings fanned out, vibrating so hard they were creating a low hum.

“I—I’m sorry. That hasn’t ever happened before. I—”

“So. Qrakking. Hot.” He licked his lips again and a harder set of vibrations went through his wings.

“You didn’t mind?”

Another low rumble echoed in his chest and another shiver of excitement ran through her.

“Mind? I want more.”

He was lifting her now as he carried her further onto the large bed.

“Qrak. Song. I—” He set her down beneath him, his arms planted on either of her sides as his wings fanned out and vibrated again. “I don’t know if I can hold back much longer.”

Her throat moved as she swallowed hard and her gaze dropped to his cock.

It was still bobbing between them, so hard it was planted straight upward against his midsection.

She couldn’t ignore it anymore.

How was he going to fit that fucking big thing that was his cock inside her?

It wouldn’t fit.

But despite that thought, she couldn’t deny the hunger she felt in her pussy for it. She wanted it.

She wanted him. Wanted him to take her.

For the first time in her life, she was going to feel someone thrusting within her, and despite that the size of him scared the hell out of her, that need was still there.

A burning hot need that could only be fulfilled in one way.

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His cock was blue, she assumed because all his blood was focused there, and the color only made it look more unreal.

To her surprise, the color didn’t turn her off.

Instead, she felt her tongue move over her lips in anticipation.

It had a gentle pointed tip that tapered into a smooth head. So streamlined and sleek, it was like the rest of his body. His torso. His chest. His broad shoulders.

He was like a work of art all over.

There were ridges too. Subtle ones. So subtle