fall away. “How about tonight we reverse things up and you let me take your clothing off.”
He takes a deep breath and his nostrils flare. “I will submit to my queen.” The way he articulates the words of his softly spoken vow make me think he’s waited his entire life to say that to a woman.
I walk over, pull open the front of his uniform and take my time worshiping his scarred torso. He’s got thick muscles wrapping around a barrel chest that doesn’t seem to have an ounce of fat tucked away anywhere. Allowing my lips to trail over his pectorals and biceps as I pull the uniform back makes him suck in a shaky breath. The bulge in his pants is intimidating, but I’ve been dreaming about riding it for so long I don’t even care how ginormous it is.
For the first time, I really pay attention to his wings and make an important discovery. The wing base, where his wings connect to his lower back, are really sensitive. He groans, “You well know how to test a warriors resolve, my queen. Remember I am no breeder, so my control is not absolute.”
I take that to mean that I’m pushing him past his ability to hold back. I want him inside me when he comes, so I let my hands drift over his luxurious scales until I’m cupping his cock with one hand. When I look up, I see my primitive warrior’s face is twisted with need. I immediately drop to my knees in front of him and begin to peel the uniform down his legs.
His cock springs free, and I can almost understand why he thinks it’s ugly. It’s huge, thick and kind of twisted up. The only thought running through my mind is how wonderful that’s going to feel sliding into my body. I’m probably going to feel every square inch of him.
He quickly kicks off his boots and then his uniform. When he’s standing naked with his hands fisted at his side, I lean over and give his cockhead a big sloppy kiss. He’s my man and I love everything about him. He takes a staggering step back, as though I’ve shocked the daylights out of him. “What do you do? Why?”
I reach up and wrap my hand around this thick cock and give him a stroke. “Calm down. It was just a kiss so you’d know I love your cock as much as I do the rest of you.”
He relaxes as I come to my feet and step back away from him. He can’t seem to take his eyes off my mouth, and I’ve got a pretty good idea why. It was the naughty kiss I just gave him. He literally doesn’t know how to process that.
I slowly begin removing my clothing, being as seductive as possible. I don’t even feel awkward trying to be sexy because of the way his eyes light up. Then I remember that whatever naked women do is usually gladly accepted by sexually aroused men. I even slowly unzip my boots and make a production of kicking them away. Basically, real sex is a big deal, and since this is his first time, I want to make this good for him.
If the cock bouncing against his stomach is any indication, I’m doing a fantastic job. I walk up to him and give him one more stroke. His testes sit on top of his cock, and I slide my palm over the engorged mass, toying with the ridge that runs right down the middle. It will be interesting to see where that lands when we have sex.
“You test me?”
“No, just trying to make you feel good.” I step back and hold my hands out to my side. “I’m all yours now.”
In the blink of an eye, my massive warrior has me in his arms and is strolling across the room. He deposits me against the wall and reaches up. I’m expecting him to grab rope to tie my wrists to the stake. What he pulls down is something much more feminine. It’s some kind of long frilly elastic band. The red bands look kind of like ribbon with a ruffle along the edges. I’ve never seen anything like this aboard the Draconian vessel or on Earth.
My hand comes out to tug at it. The band has some give to it but not too much. “What species of alien traders did you buy this from?”