Julian, still catching his breath, stared down at Rehul's glistening lips. Her face had that satisfied glow, and the way she was biting her lips and rolling her pussy in circles looked inviting.
Julian smiled now. Finally it was time, it was time to fuck!
She was lying back, her body splayed across the bed, one leg raised lazily, the other bent. Her hips moved in subtle, instinctual rolls, and her soaked pussy shimmered under the room's soft light, its folds still parting and clenching like it was calling for something (Julian's dick, of course).
Julian stepped closer, standing by the edge of the bed, his eyes trailing down to that strange, beautiful pussy of hers—dripping with glistening nectar, that smelled like wildflowers and ozone. It was hypnotic, and somehow, the scent pulled his thoughts into focus.
His cock was already responding. It had softened after that climax, but the moment he saw her open again—her inner lips blooming like an alien flower, wet and wanting—he felt blood rushing back into his shaft.
"Still hungry?" he asked with a low, teasing voice.
Rehul smiled, her sharp teeth glinting, her eyes playful. "I haven't even eaten."
He raised a brow at her wording, stepping onto the bed now, crawling up slowly like a beast returning to claim what was his.
Rehul moaned softly, parting her legs further.
Julian reached between them, his fingers brushing against her wetness. Her pussy responded immediately, squeezing around nothing, dripping even more nectar like juicy stuff.
"Still so wet?" he murmured, sliding his tip along her slick folds.
"Fuck me already," she whispered. "I want your large dick in my pussy already."
He pressed his tip against her entrance, letting it rest there for a moment, teasing her just with the heat and weight.
Rehul reached forward, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her back arching.
"Julian," she whimpered, her tone now more serious, pleading. "Please. I want it in."
He leaned down, brushing his lips across hers. "Then take it."
And with that, he pushed.
Her walls welcomed him instantly, sucking him in like they'd been waiting, pulsing and writhing with a heat that felt far from normal—like her entire body was built to pleasure him.
She let out a soft cry, a cry so soft it echoed into Julian's veins. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid deeper inside. Her pussy squeezed down, hugging his cock with a rhythm that seemed alive.
Julian's groan came deep from his chest.
She was tighter than he expected. Not in a restrictive way, but in a way that made him feel like every ridge, every nerve of his cock was being worshipped.
"Fuuuuck," he muttered, his forehead resting against hers.
Rehul's lips parted in a soft moan, her body writhing beneath him. "It's inside... all of it," she said, like it was something sacred.
He held still for a moment, just letting her feel it.
Her legs tightened, pulling him deeper.
And then, he started to move.
Slowly.
Drawing back, then pushing in again with deliberate control, watching how her face shifted with each thrust—her mouth falling open, her brows furrowing in pleasure.
Her breasts bounced gently, her back arching with each roll of his hips.
Julian reached one hand to grab her thigh, spreading her wider.
Each thrust now came with more weight, more precision. Wet sounds filled the room, mixing with her breathy moans and the soft, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin.
Ta…
Ta…
Ta…
Ta…
Pa!
Rehul met each thrust with her own movements, grinding against him, her pussy squeezing in waves that made him grunt.
Julian leaned down, pressing his lips to her neck, whispering, "You feel unreal."
Rehul moaned louder, her nails dragging down his back. "More," she gasped. "I want more."
He obliged.
His thrusts quickened, hips rolling harder now. The bed creaked under them. Her body shook with each impact, but she kept grinding back against him like she couldn't get enough.
Julian shifted her legs up, pressing them toward her chest, making her moan at the deeper angle.
Her pussy clamped around him even tighter.
"Oh—Julian—!"
Her voice broke, and suddenly her entire body tensed.
Julian felt it instantly. The way her inner walls pulsed erratically, her legs trembling around his waist, her hands gripping the sheets.
She was cumming.
Hard.
She threw her head back, crying out his name, her pussy squeezing around his cock like it was trying to milk him dry.
He kept thrusting through it, slower now, letting her ride it out.
"Nnnhh… Julian… it's… too much!" she whimpered.
He smiled, brushing her hair from her face. "But you wanted more, didn't you?"
She nodded frantically, tears of overstimulation pricking her eyes. "I still want it," she whispered.
Julian chuckled darkly.
He pulled out slowly, her slick folds clenching around nothing, then flipped her onto her belly.
Rehul let out a surprised yelp but then quickly raised her hips, presenting her ass like it was instinct.
Now her large ass was facing him!
Just the sight of the large cheeks made Julian mutter:
"Damn!"
Julian positioned himself behind her, his hands grabbing both cheeks, spreading them apart.
Her glistening pussy throbbed in front of him, still twitching from her orgasm.
He slid back in.
"Ahhh!" she cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
Julian began pounding her from behind, his hips slapping against her round ass, his cock driving deep with every motion.
Rehul moaned helplessly beneath him, her body jerking with each thrust.
"You're… so deep," she sobbed. "It's—ah!—so much, yet so good!"
Julian leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back, whispering in her ear, "Good?"
She gasped. "Sooo good!"
"Fuuuck!"
"I'm gonna cum again—!"
Her whole body went stiff again, her pussy spasming around his length with another climax. This one was even more intense than the last, her nectar squirting out, dripping down her thighs and his cock.
Julian groaned, feeling his own climax building again. Her pussy was just too good, too tight, too wet.
He held her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
"Rehul—fuck—I'm gonna—!"
She looked back at him, her eyes hazy, her lips trembling. "Cum inside," she said softly. "Please. I want to feel it."
"Won't you get pregnant?" Julian asked, not wanting to take any risks.
Rehul moaned softly. "If I want your semen to get me pregnant, I will simply open a fraction behind my womb to welcome it, but now I won't. Our species can control our childbirth, you know."
Julian liked that, now, he would cum without fear.
That was it.
Julian groaned, throwing his head back as he pushed in deep—balls deep—and exploded inside her.
His semen gushed into her, filling her alien womb, warm and thick.
Rehul moaned in satisfaction, collapsing onto the bed with him on top of her.
Their bodies lay tangled, sweaty and soaked, the scent of sex and alien nectar heavy in the air.
For a while, neither of them said a word.
Then Rehul, with her eyes still closed and a dreamy smile on her face, whispered:
"I think I really like you."
Julian laughed softly, planting a kiss on her shoulder.
"I don't know, but maybe you shouldn't."