Page 20 of Logic Broken

He leaned in, his lips locking around my left nipple while his Liades found my right breast and rubbed it. His hands smoothed over the dips of my waist, hooking into my pants as he started pulling. I was conflicted, arousal sharp and hot lancing me where he touched my breasts, so I didn't want to move, but I wanted to help him get my pants off too.

He seemed to conclude the same thing, suddenly letting go and flowing to his feet. I groaned at the loss of his nearness but then I realized that he was kicking off his boots and ripping the belt from its loops around his hips. The sight was hella sexy and I moaned for his impromptu striptease.

His belly was ripped with muscle, his shoulders wide but his waist tapering to slender hips in that typical swimmer’s build. When he revealed his feet, I was startled to realize he only had three toes, and his feet were raised. He was only walking on the front of his feet, not his heels.

Then he dropped his pants, and all thoughts fled my mind, my eyes focused solely on the magnificent cock rising from between his legs. A deep, warm ocher, the tip was a shimmery orange with what almost looked to me like flecks of gold. Mushroom-shaped, there was a frilled edge and a long tendril curled from that lip, a bit like a lure.

“You aren’t undressing. Do you require assistance?” Akri asked me, his face flushed, the burnt sienna and orange having grown deeper and richer in color. With a laugh, I toed off my boots, following that by shimmying out of my pants and panties in one go. I’d awkwardly washed at the water tap in this cell earlier, but I spared a brief moment of self-consciousness anyway. A quick sink bath wasn’t the same as an actual shower.

“Lie down. I want to look,” Akri ordered, his hand palming his thick erection to stroke himself. Not fair; I wanted to touch it like that. Doing as he told me, I scooted back onto the cot on my back, pausing only a moment before spreading my legs to show him everything.

He hissed, his eyes locked onto my core, tongue darting out to wet his lips. One stride on his strongly arched feet had him at the side of the small bed, and then he thudded to his knees, a hand on each of my thighs to pull me to the edge of the thin mattress. His tentacles were sliding along the backs of my knees, up the insides of my thighs, and then I felt the tips press against my folds; he was spreading them apart.

“It smells different, really good,” Akri declared. “What does it taste like?” The question startled me because it was so genuinely curious. He hadn’t watched tons of porn or done this before; he was completely unbiased in doing this with me. I was his first introduction to sex in so many ways, so I’d have to make sure he loved every second of it.

“Why don’t you find out?” I suggested, aching to have him touch me where I desired him the most. With his mouth, fingers, or that interesting-looking cock, I was good with any of those options. His Liades moved, one of the tips swiping through the wetness coating my entrance. Then he lifted the tip to his mouth and licked it, his eyes on me the entire time. Then they rolled into the back of his head, and a deep growl rumbled up from his chest, the sound primal, animalistic. It was the sound of a male claiming his mate.

His grip on my thighs tightened as more wetness flooded my passage in response. I was yanked forward so my ass was practically over the edge, and then he pressed his mouth down against my mount, his tongue swiping through my folds to gather all the dew that had gathered there. Something pressed against my entrance slipped past the narrow opening and curled. It was too flexible to be a finger, too narrow to be his cock. The thought of being filled with his Liades had me moaning, pleasure skating up my spine. I had not considered that possibility. No, who was I kidding? I totally had.

He found my clit on the next swipe of his tongue, and I jerked, my passage clamping down on his appendage. His head lifted, cocked at an angle while he appraised my face, a smile slowly spreading on his face. “I see. That spot seems to be nerve-rich. I will focus my efforts there.” Yes, please do Akri. I could only moan in response when he leaned back in to flick his tongue back and forth over the sensitive spot in a steady rhythm. How the heck did he know what to do?

I came with his name on my lips, my body growing tight as a bowstring, and fireworks exploding behind my eyes. It was fast and quick, but it was so good. When Akri continued to lick me, I pushed on his head to get him to stop, resorting to gently pinching his left, uninjured Liades to get his attention. “Too sensitive! Please.”

There was a feral look on his face when he relented and pulled away. Right now, he was more flesh and blood man than ever, driven by his instincts and his lust. What he wanted was to devour me and claim every inch of my body. There was possessive aggression stamped in every tense muscle and each line of his body. It shot a thrill through me to be wanted that completely, to be that sexy to this male.

“Let me touch you. I want to know you too,” I said, watching for his response. He was frozen in place as he considered it, his grip on my legs with his hands and tentacles tight enough that I knew I wasn’t getting up unless he let me go. Eventually, his grip loosened, and he rose to his feet, unabashedly naked.

Taking that as an invitation to touch, I crawled to my knees on the edge of the cot and gestured him closer. His cock resembled that of a human close enough that I knew this could work but I was very curious about the tendril, the lure arcing from the tip. What was it for? What did it do? As I watched, it curled back on itself, waving around in the air, then it slithered around his cock like a vine. Very, very flexible and not even as thick as my finger, the tip shaped like a slightly bigger teardrop.

Reaching out, I closed my fingers around the base of his cock and gently stroked upward, letting the frilly edge around the head of his cock tickle my knuckles before I moved my fist back down. Akri hissed in pleasure as I did that and I marveled at the silky skin that covered his hardness. When my hand got near the tip the second time, the tendril twirled around my wrist, grip surprisingly firm, as it kept me in place.

“Uh, what is that, Akri? What does it do?” I asked, reaching out with my free finger to stroke along the thinner appendage gently. It was a little bumpy in texture, not nearly as smooth as his cock, the color a warm orange that darkened to deep brown at the end.

Akri was staring down his body at where my hands touched him, his eyes huge and his face flushed. I saw the tip of his tongue dart out to wet his lips before he answered me, “I believe it is to help with insemination and stimulation. When I orgasm, the end blooms and latches.” I shivered as I tried to imagine that. Latches? As in clamp on? Would that hurt? I inspected the tip more carefully and could see little lines, possibly seams.

I decided I wouldn’t worry, I was going to find out in a minute, and Akri likely didn’t even know the answer. I just had to trust him, which was easy. Letting go of his cock, I only needed to gently pull to get his tendril to release. I scooted back on the bed again and laid down, “Come on then, let’s try this.”

Akri’s eyes positively glowed, his body somehow appearing even larger than normal, the shoulders wide, muscles bulging as he came down above me on his fists. I hooked one leg behind his hip, the heat of his cock blazing down on me even though it wasn’t yet touching. His tentacles curled around his shoulders, gripped me around mine, one tip sliding along my throat in a very possessive manner.

Then something slick and slender slithered through my folds and I moaned when it flicked over my clit. The tendril of his cock seemed to be searching, leading the way and as soon as it found my opening, it arrowed inside me. My hips arched from the invasion, the illicit idea of something so foreign and strange penetrating me. Akri’s hips came down, pinning me in place, not allowing me to escape the inevitable.

I moaned as more of that thin tendril snaked inside of me, it felt strange, but I could feel each curl and bump as it moved. My body was both a little confused by what it was feeling and extremely turned on. “Ready, Jenny?” Akri asked me, and I nodded, biting down on my lip when I felt the much thicker head of his cock lodged against my passage. He was big, it was going to stretch me, but I was so slick that he slipped right in.

“So ready,” I moaned, turning my head so I could capture the tip of his Liades between my lips. He pressed in, his cock pushing, his tentacle flicking along my tongue. I felt stuffed to the hilt and he hadn’t even bottomed out yet. His hips pulled back, then he pushed back in, a growl rippling from his throat as he did.

“Almost,” he gritted out. He repeated the motion, but this time I felt not just filled; I felt something move inside me. The tendril was doing something. Sensation suddenly arced through me, my body going tense, pleasure shooting through me so close to orgasm that I wasn’t sure if I was there or not. When his cock pushed in, the tendril rubbed along my G-spot, and that plateau burst apart, careening me into intense pleasure.

My loud moans were followed by another of those primal growls from Akri. He changed from a careful lover, finding his way around my body, to that of the marauder. All instinct, no finesse, but that hardly mattered anyway. He gripped my shoulders with his hands, pinning me in place. His hips on mine, his thrusting turning rapid. A Liades curled around my throat and gently squeezed, a little tighter with each passing moment but not enough to cut off my oxygen. The other was in my mouth, filling me as he filled me between my legs.

The first orgasm had barely finished cresting when a second crashed through me, harder and fiercer than the first. I felt owned, possessed by him, by the way he was claiming me. I loved the harsh look on his face; he was lost to sensation, letting passion guide his actions. I sucked on the tip of his Liades, and he growled again, his eyes flashing with red.

Then I felt it, the tendril moving along his cock with each hard push into my body. No longer stroking that g-spot but moving deeper into me. I braced myself but felt only the tiniest of pinch, the startled excitement of that shooting through me in a hard lance of pleasure. Then he came with a roar, his body shuddering above mine. His cock twitched, seed spurting from it in several hard bursts that each caused an answering burst of pleasure to shoot through me in turn.

When he seemed depleted, his eyes lost that faraway pleasure-filled look and settled on mine, huge and surprised. “That… Defies description,” he said, and finally, he pulled the Liades from between my lips, appearing startled that he’d even put it there in the first place. I liked this wild side and I liked that it came out of him in bed. My awkward nerd was a tiger in the bedroom.

Exhausted from what we’d been up to, I was only too happy to let him help me wash up at the sink. Then I convinced him to lie back down with me so we could cuddle, not that he needed much convincing. If anything, his tentacles seemed even more insistent that they held me. If having actual sex didn’t change that impulse, I wondered what would. Not that I cared; I loved how eager he was to always be in contact with me. How his body betrayed his desire for me in such a blatant way; it was nice to be that wanted after I’d spent so much time alone.

I wasn’t alone now; I had him to hold me tight and make me feel safe even though we were technically locked up in a cell. I didn’t want to think about that moment when Akri would leave again, taken by that scientist for a quest I knew wouldn’t give Akri the answers he was looking for.