Free Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] by Tracy St. John Page A

and shoved his tongue into her core, devouring her like a starved animal.
    Rachel kicked the air wildly, her fists slamming against the bed’s soft surface as blistering heat built higher and higher. She was going to come quickly, too quickly if he didn’t stop.
    But Conyod showed no inclination of halting his gorgeous assault. Ignoring her agonized cries, his mouth was demanding, voracious, insistent. No amount of writhing or pulling at his hair blanketing her lower belly deterred his feeding. Lips, teeth, and tongue conspired to tie her in ever tightening knots, bringing pleasure so acute it was almost painful. The soft, gentle intoxication of his bite faded in her massive need for release.
    The orgasm was on its way now, stampeding with such force that Rachel was actually fearful it would rip her apart. She doubled her efforts to escape the brutal ecstasy that closed in on her, but Conyod’s insistent pleasuring would not stop. His fingers joined in the fray, two pressing deep into her pussy, moving easily in the slickness of copious moisture. She groaned to feel a part of him inside, plunging in and out of her channel. Then he found the bit that made every hair on her body stand at attention. Rachel had a moment to gasp before her world shattered.
    Climax roared through her, a huge wallop of sensation punctuated by brighter slivers of excruciating delight. She was dimly aware of thrashing helplessly, of Conyod continuing to hold her down, of his fingers moving from her pussy to her anus, one plunging into the tighter orifice.
    Then she was off again, her body reacting automatically to a pleasure held taboo on Earth, one she’d joyfully engaged in with relish whenever possible.
    Thinking that sex with the doubly endowed Kalquorian guaranteed she’d be indulged in rear-entry pleasures brought Rachel one more time.
    The pulses of orgasm slowed, leaving her heaving for breath, utterly limp and wasted. She didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes for a few moments. Conyod’s evil, wonderful mouth finally left her flesh, though he continued to gently ply her ass with a thick finger, which was presently joined by a second. They pressed in and out rhythmically. He was stretching her, readying her body for his. She couldn’t have been more relaxed. The monstrous spasms of release had waned to warm, tender pulses. She glowed under the Imdiko’s care.
    She was finally able to part her eyelids. Her legs were still slung over Conyod’s shoulders.
    His chin rested on her lower belly, and he watched her come around with a smile that drifted between amusement and adoration.
    “Your eyes are very dilated,” he observed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more relaxed or content.”
    Rachel sighed. She had no power to do otherwise.
    Conyod chuckled. “We’ve only just begun, my little lovely. I’ve imagined our first encounter so many times, and I know exactly what I want to do to you. Having you unable to resist makes it all the more exciting for me.”
    Rachel could only lay motionless as he rose on all fours, his eyes dark with desire. She watched, her breath stilled in anticipation.
    Conyod’s fingers working in and out of her never lost their rhythm as his face descended again, this time zeroing in on her navel. He mouthed the indentation, his tongue dipping in.
    Rachel had tensed, thinking the touch would tickle, but instead it made her warm inside all over again.
    The Imdiko moved up her torso, his mouth kissing and licking and gently biting its way higher. The fangs were gone, and the little nips he gave her … well, the sensation confused Rachel. She couldn’t call them comfortable, though he wasn’t really hurting her either. They were definitely an exciting part of his play over her body. Damned if she wasn’t getting wet all over again. Maybe it was the intoxicant making her enjoy the rougher treatment? Or perhaps it was all part of his domination that she found so erotic. She wasn’t sure what