Page 46 of Stripped By the Alien

He works in slowly, inch by thick, ridged inch. The stretch is intense, almost too much, and perfect because it takes all my attention.

Every bulb and ridge drags along my walls, catching, stroking places no human lover could ever reach. When the widest section seats fully inside me I cry out, legs wrapping around the hard plates of his hips. He holds still, letting me adjust, antennae quivering against my throat.

“Move,” I whisper. “Please, Krix’vorr. Fuck me!”

He does. The first thrusts are measured, deep, giving me time to feel every textured ridge sliding in and out. Then the urgency takes him. His hips snap harder.

Outside the viewport the stars streak past as the ship travels, but all I can feel is the heavy, perfect weight of him driving into me, the way those alien contours stroke over the exact spot that makes my vision white out.

I come hard and fast, the climax ripping through me with almost violent force. My body clamps down around him, pulsing, and the pleasure is so sharp it borders on pain. It's exactly what I needed to burn the memory of the furnace out of my nerves. I sob his name, nails scraping uselessly against carapace.

He follows me almost at once. A deep, resonant groan vibrates through his chest. His thrusts turn short and powerful, the ridges flare and lock for a moment inside me as he empties himself in thick, hot pulses. The sensation of being filled, claimed, flooded, pushes a second, softer wave of pleasure through me. I cling to him while it rolls on and on.

When it finally eases he stays buried deep, wings folded protectively around us both. His antennae stroke my damp hair. “That should heal you well. And me, too.”

I am shaking, but the shaking is clean. The fire is gone. Only this remains—his weight, his heat, the slow throb of him still inside me, and the vast quiet of space beyond the window.

I reach up and touch the edge of one antenna when his words sink in.

“You?” I whisper, astonished.

He lowers his head until his forehead rests against mine, carapace cool against my flushed skin. “We both nearly burned in there,” he rumbles. “I would like to forget it.”

Of course. He did really risk his life, and he got close to losing it. We both were mere feet from falling into the sun-like center and burning to a crisp as we fell.

I'm so used to thinking of him as totally confident and larger than life, like a superhero who's never in real danger. But he actually did risk his life for me, and it was almost the end of him.

And he was scared. The realization sends new warmth through me. He's not all locust.

“Sorry,” I hiccup as it hits me. “You almost died because of me.”

“'Almost' makes a lot of difference,” he says with a crooked smile as he gets comfortable, pulling me on top of him.

“Sorry,” I say again, but he puts one finger across my mouth.

“The Beast hates other females,” Krix’vorr rumbles under me, making my whole body tremble. “She really tried to kill you.”

“How did you know where I was?” I ask, still riding delicious little aftershocks.

He reaches up and strokes the translation flower, still in my hair. “The Kast told me. Yours and mine are from the same stem, and it seems that one Kast always knows what the other is doing. Usually they stay quiet. But my Kast told me that its sibling was in danger. And where it was.”

I stroke his chest. “So you came for me.”

“I never allow anyone into the Beast’s inner parts. It’s too dangerous. And she knows it!” He slaps the fleshy wall with one hand.

“How did you… get the Beast?” I ask, starting to feel sleepy.

“I caught her,” Krix’vorr says. “She was the leader of a flock, traveling through space with others of her kind. She was clearly the biggest and most magnificent I had seen. I fought my way inside her and tamed her over the course of many longcycles.”

“She travels in space,” I try to sum up. “And you can decide where she goes.”

“Ah, yours is a world that makes its spaceships from dead matter,” Krix’vorr says with a hint of contempt. “But we use living things for all our needs. These spacefaring creatures were reared and farmed by a species that was Harvested a long time ago. Now they fly wild in space. Until they’re caught and tamed, like the Beast.”

“Will she try to kill me again?” I ask as I close my eyes and relax fully.

“Not for a while,” Krix’vorr says grimly. “I have ways of keeping her in line.”

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