C13 Samantha - Regret

Slowly, I returned to my body. Colored lights flashed behind my closed eyelids and I felt boneless. Spent.

If oral sex was that good with Knox, what would full-on intercourse be like? A fresh wave of heat dragged me under. I was horny again, but I pushed down the notion. I’d already done a horrible deed with a married alien.

Knox pushed away from me, pain etched on his face, and my heart twisted.

“What’s wrong?” Right. Stupid question. He was in pain from not coming. “Oh.”

“We can do whatever you want.” He cupped my cheek, rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip. “But not actual sex.”

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Why not?”

He let out a sigh, his eyes darkening. “Because I will not give the Roulex what they want. They want me to breed with you, to make as many babies for them to abuse as possible. I refuse to allow that to happen.”

My stomach tightened and I eased back. “Pregnant? They want to use me as a baby-making machine? I mean I said I’d sell my kidney and spleen, but not my womb.”

“You didn’t know?” He looked at me curiously.

“How the hell would I know?” I tossed up my hands, then realized I didn’t have any pants on. Not feeling like I could stand up, I crawled over to them. How the hell did they end up on the other side of the cell?

“Don’t do that,” Knox said behind me in a voice that made my pussy tremble with need again.

No. This was too dangerous. I couldn’t get pregnant. Couldn’t have sex. Not with Knox, because he was married. And not for the fucking Roulex. I yanked up my pants, but when I looked over my shoulder, my resolve fled.

He had his cock in his massive hands and was stroking himself, trying to make himself cum so he wouldn’t have to have sex. So he wouldn’t get me pregnant. That’s why he’d gone down on me. Because he realized the pain I was in with us not fucking.

Shit.

“Here, let me.” I dropped my pants and took off my shirt.

“Samantha, no.” He backed away, his wings hitting the wall behind him.

“Shhh… trust me.” I crawled over to him enjoying the lust blooming in his gaze. “I want this. I can give you pleasure like you did me. Please let me.” His wife would just have to forgive me. I wasn’t a saint and a girl could only take so much hotness. Later, I’d beg her for forgiveness. Right now, though, Knox and I had to survive, and this was the only way to do it.

My tongue swirled across his cock, slurping him from the base to the tip and again. His precum tasted on the tip of my tongue, the sensation made my libido soar. I sucked him into my mouth inch by inch while my hands gripped the base of him because he was too big to do full oral on him.

He groaned in pleasure, pumping his cock down my throat with each thrust. His dick was so hard as he fucked my mouth. The feel of him in and out was so erotic. His salty taste drove me wild.

“Simitar.” He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back so he could see my quivering lips. His eyes were begging for more, his balls heavy. “Can you take more of me?”

His cock was so big and wide that he hadn’t even gotten halfway into me. I squeezed his balls in reply. He jerked, plunging in deeper.

I stroked myself with my hand. I wanted him to cum so bad I could taste it.

I moaned and pressed myself as close to him as I could. I kept a steady pace, moving my mouth up and down on him, savoring the taste and feel of him as his cock felt so good sliding in and out of me. My hand moving faster and faster over my clit and the other one on his balls and the thick base of his cock.

His thrust grew faster, but I could tell he was holding back, not wanting to choke me.

My climax roared out of me and I tensed. His cock jerked in my mouth, spilling his cum down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed until he finished and eased out of me. He stroked my cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Samantha.”

Something deep inside me tightened at him saying my name. I was falling for this alien, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

I licked my lips, knowing what was coming, how he loved his wife, and this was a one-time thing because we’d been drugged. How he regretted it now. Blah, blah, blah. I’d heard it all before. But why did the thought of those words coming out of Knox’s luscious mouth, make me wish for anything else. Why did it feel like his rejection was something that would hurt me for years and years to come?

“It’s okay, I understand.” I moved away from him and put my clothes back on.

“You do?” He tilted his head to the side, his wings ruffled. “How?”

“Just save it.” I shook my head. “We both did what we had to. No need to discuss it or analyze it. I’m tired.”

He nodded, pulling his pants back up.

I laid on my side, facing away from him. My body was spent from everything that had happened. Tears rolled down to the cold, stone floor beneath me.

I’d just done the unimaginable, what I promised myself I would never do no matter what.

I’d given my heart away to an alien who couldn’t accept it. And I felt like I was being cleaved in two.