The alien commander brought out her tongue, long stuff, and rolled it in circles.
It was large, watery, purple in colour, the edges feeling so smooth Julian could barely breathe.
She brought down his trousers—finally!
Julian wasn't wearing anything underneath it, and so now, his length was showing, dangling, looking very much inviting.
The commander moaned just by looking at it and suddenly, without showing signs that she would, reached for it and grabbed it.
Julian twitched, barely controlling himself from staying in a spot.
It was not that he hadn't had sex before, but only that he had, but just the usual type.
The Zyrosains in general had a very simple method of mating. They did no foreplay at all; apart from kissing and caressing and sometimes stroking, they didn't do what the naked alien in front of him was about to do with him.
"You have a huge dick, and I like it. What can I call you?" she said, gently stroking Julian's length. "What is your name?"
Her voice was barely audible. It sounded like a whisper, like someone trying to let words out of her mouth.
Julian groaned softly now.
"Ah."
This felt good, really, really good.
"Ju—ju—, my name is Julian," he stuttered.
The alien licked her lips, twisting her neck a bit to the side.
"Arggh," Julian muttered yet again.
She was doing wonders. She acted like an expert. Her hands moved up and down, going over his length with precision, like trying to please him in different ways, in different spots.
She was more precise with the cap of his length, running her fingers over it very delicately.
And the way her hands felt?
They felt incredible.
Like a burning-cooling sensation was going over his dick. Her hands felt cold and warm at the same time, a little tepid? A little too cold?
It was simply perfection.
And that was what made her special. She was out of this world.
"I'm Rehul," she said. "Better to know in case I want to moan your name or you want to do so to mine."
Julian smiled, nodding.
"Yes, Rehul," he said, his smile almost growing to a grin.
She kept stroking…
Up…
Down…
Up…
Down…
"Damn," Julian muttered. He laid his hands backward, not wanting to touch her. He wanted her to make him feel like he was in outer space.
Suddenly, she stopped, looking at his length. Her hands now went to his chest, taking off his clothes completely.
She also took off the trousers Julian was wearing, leaving him naked.
Then, she gestured for Julian to stand up.
"We might be seen here by the Empress' soldiers."
Julian looked at her, still hard though.
"Where do you suggest we go?" he asked.
"I don't know, perhaps we do it here, but we might be easily spotted as this is the middle of somewhere very much visible."
Julian suddenly summoned his armour, the helmet coming to his face. He squinted his eyes, and that seemed to activate a scan…
Rehul watched, knowing he was up to something.
Julian's eyes were now golden, shimmering even, as he moved his neck about. He could hardly concentrate. All he thought about was her body. Her 'perfect' body.
His head was also throbbing with excitement, but he forced through it, his eyes still squinted, trying to…
"Ah—a!" he finally exclaimed.
Far ahead was a dead-looking spaceship, dead in the sense that it was spoilt and definitely abandoned.
Without even thinking, as the two needed to get the act done urgently, he swooped her off her feet and dashed forward (glide).
The wind swam into their faces and Julian, in the air, was even squeezing Rehul's ass, and she was moaning slightly.
He glided low to the ground though, so as to not be seen from afar.
He noticed that planet Seisymy seemed to have life at a particular region and the other places were empty and deserted. He also noticed that there were few people in Seisymy.
Whoosh!
They landed in front of the spaceship. It looked like a normal spaceship, only that this was broken.
Julian took Rehul inside, through the broken door which was slightly opened.
The first thing they saw was a large bed, and Julian, dropping her to the floor, exchanged gleeful glances.
He summoned his armour away, leaving him naked again, his length hard and ready to thrust.
Julian suddenly sat on the bed and Rehul followed.
He didn't know why, but he loved her already.
"What next?" he asked.
She licked her lips.
"Time I get sucking, and honestly, that's my second favourite part."
Julian groaned low in his throat by the words alone.
Rehul grabbed his dick, eyeing it lustfully, amazed by how it looked.
"This looks different from a normal dick," she said, rolling her tongue, ready to begin.
"Oh," Julian said, surprised. "How does a normal dick look like?"
She smiled. "Well, I've only had sex with one man, and his dick was very little, not even half of what you have."
Not even half of what you have?
Hell!
And all this while, Julian had thought that his dick was little, not knowing that it was large?
Haha!
She continued:
"Well, that's how men of the Imperium's dick looks like, at least from what I've seen. I normally hide and observe the shapes and sizes of many when they pee. Although I'm not usually seen."
Julian found this fascinating and surprising at the same time.
So the alien commander who had brutally murdered Luiin had a small dick?
Pathetic!
But that was not all. Rehul was saying now:
"And theirs are usually tiny, and they do not last quite long."
Even though Julian might want to eagerly bang this alien staring at him, he would not ignore learning about the Imperium of Archos and their lifestyle, as that was his main aim—to destroy them.
Now, Rehul had given him very valuable information, and he was sure it was later going to be useful to him…
Rehul brought him back:
"Now let's see how long your dick can last."
With that, her tongue went towards his length, slowly, tracing Julian's already sensitive dick with reverent precision. Not rushed. Not greedy. She savoured him, lips curling into a soft smile as if tasting something rare and exquisite.
Julian couldn't help himself. This felt sooooo good. His hands threaded into her soft hair, not to control her, but to ground and steady himself.