The Alien's Little Sister (Stolen by an Alien #8) - Amanda Milo Page 0,40
leathery hair and one of her horns as she rubs her cheek lovingly over the head of my dick, which could now jackhammer granite. “But she has yet to tell me her life story.”
“I’ll do that right after I’m done with this,” she purrs, and she gives my cock an experimental lick, careful not to show it her teeth. “Mmmm…”
It takes a while before I get to hear her tell me her life story.
It takes a long, hard while.
***
“Your turn,” I murmur, my voice rough, my muscles lax. Twisting her thick hair into a loop, I play with her by swishing the strand along her shoulder.
Inara looks like she tries to lift her head, but she flops back down like her neck is made of rubber, the tip of her horn sinking into a pillow. Spearing it. “I think I might die if it’s my turn again. But I’ll die well,” she declares, sounding supremely satisfied.
I send her a lazy grin, continuing to pet her with her own hair, and brush my thumb along her temple. “I meant it’s your turn to tell me all about you.”
“Hmm.” She runs her fingers up my arm, absently fascinated by my arm hair. Earlier, she tugged my chest hair, and—
And you should have seen the curiosity she had over my pubic hair.
“I told you of my siblings.” Her lips twist, not unhappily, but in thought. It makes the scales on her face shift as her skin tugs to the side. “My sire and dam are terribly overprotective, although they’re nowhere near the level my brothers operate at. I’m afraid I don’t have a litany of jobs I have worked because I have only ever worked at caring for our family home. Which is what every Rakhii couple simply assumes of their daughter, if they have one. My sire and dam would love to see me happily settled and caring for my own cave, raising a brood to rival the one I grew up in.” She stops stroking my arm, just leaving her fingers to rest on me.
“And you don’t want to settle down in a cave raising a brood of kids,” I murmur, taking a guess at where this is going.
She turns her head, and because her horntip speared into the pillow earlier, it comes with her as she moves; it's rising up as her horn does, hanging off of her like a weird decoration.
I reach for it, freeing her. She murmurs “Thank you,” and then her eyes search mine for a moment. “I shouldn’t be content with that, should I?” she asks, glancing away, almost sounding like she’s asking herself, her tone self-deprecating.
I release her strand of hair and sit up beside her. “Hey.” I wait until her eyes slide to mine again. “There’s nothing wrong if that’s what you want in life. My mom was a stay-at-home mom. She loved it. Inara, she was great at it. I have the best memories—and not just of her and my sisters and me, but her and my dad too. They had a real traditional relationship, and her role as a homemaker made her very happy.” I shake my head, remembering those years. “We grew up as a really balanced family thanks to how ‘content’ she was with all that.”
Inara smiles at me wistfully. “I grew up in a well-balanced homecave too, and I suppose it was for the same reason. Rakhii are very traditional, as you say. And… the idea of being traditional appeals to me. Very much.” She glances at me quickly, then moves her attention to my hand, tracing the rough spots and scars with the tip of her index finger’s claw. “I’m an aunt many times over, and my siblings know to watch me closely, because we Rakhii tend to… yearn to adopt young,” she finishes, a wistful quality to her voice. “I love their babies. I love all babies. Which is absolutely a trait of Rakhii, male and female both. I just didn’t believe this was also me until their babies arrived and I met them.” She smiles to herself, and kisses my knuckles. “And I… I never in my wildest imaginings thought I might utter this, but like the females of my kind, I’m drawn to home pursuits, and I find I miss my home pursuits.” She rolls her eyes at herself, her cute scaly lips pursing. “Which is ridiculous. I haven’t been away from them for very long. And I wanted this chance to get away. I’ve