The Breeding Prize - Aya Morningstar Page 0,46

goes hard in an instant. She's not sucking on my dick, just my finger, but it feels impossibly arousing.

I reach down and grope her breast.

She pulls my finger out of her mouth and looks up at me with a serious expression. "Remember. You can't rip my clothes off and destroy them this time. This is all I have to wear."

"Noted," I say, grinning.

"Seriously, Raiska, unless you want Kula to see me naked, do not destroy my clothes."

I realize she's right, and I nod. "I will take great care to protect your clothes."

"Why don't I just take them off right now." She reaches down to her skirt and pulls it down. It falls to her ankles, and she kicks her shoes off and begins pulling one foot out of the skirt.

"You don't trust me to not destroy your clothes?"

"Not exactly," she says. "Honestly, it was hot as shit when you did that last time. I like it. It's just right now, I really don't want to have to walk around naked while these other aliens are out to rape me."

I help her get her shirt off, being extra careful to not damage it.

"The bra thing," I say. "You get it off."

"You should learn how to," she says.

"In the future, I will destroy it each time, until you learn to stop wearing these things. I want your nipples in reach of me at all times."

I reach down her bra and squeeze her breast, pinching her nipples between the knuckles of my index and middle finger. She moans as she reaches back and undoes the overly complicated clasping device of her brassiere.

Soon it falls to the ground, and now she's wearing only her panties. The urge to rip them off and destroy them is intense. Technically she doesn't need them. The skirt keeps her from being naked, but I promised her I wouldn't ruin her clothes this time, and I don't need her to be angry at me right now. I remember what Kula said, that I need to channel my love for her as we fuck—no, as we make love together. Making her angry at me will not help us here.

I run my hand up her chest, along her neck, and finally under her chin. I urge her gaze gently up until her big brown eyes are meeting mine. "I thought maybe it was already clear to you when I declared you my Muru, but I realize you do not understand my culture, just as you do not understand mine. When I call you my Muru, this means that I love you, little human."

Her eyes widen in surprise, and her cheeks redden. "I...I love you too, Raiska. Should I call you 'Muru?' Would that mean something to you, or does it only go one way?"

"You can call me Muru," I say, "but only in very specific situations."

"Like now?" she asks.

I shake my head. "Not quite yet."

I reach down between her legs. I press into her wetness through her panties. She gasps and grasps hold of my body with both hands. Her warm cheek nuzzles gently against my ab muscles. She goes weak at the knees as I press into her clit, and I bring her down to the ground with me.

We lie down in the grass, just a few feet from the dying embers of the fire. The smell of cooked meat and fat has faded, and the wind blows in the scent of fresh pine from the forest. The mountain air is clear and crisp, and it feels wonderful on my skin. My kilt is blocking the full feeling of the wind on my body, and it's restricting my growing cock. I tear my kilt off and free my Valittu dick. It's pulsing intensely with leaking higher-dimensional light.

I pull Annabelle on top of me. Her beautiful wetness settles on the shaft of my cock. She presses her hands onto my chest, and she begins bucking her hips so that she slides back and forth up my length. I can feel her growing more and more wet as she slides her outer lips all over my swollen dick.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I grunt. "I'm not even inside you, and the feeling is pure bliss, Muru."

I open my eyes and watch her, awestruck by the beautiful sight. She's brought one hand up and is squeezing her own breast as she gyrates back and forth along my generous length. The higher-dimensional light of my cock sends beautiful six-dimensional colors up