Terran stick-figure legend, and it would take many weeks of supplemented feedings to return her to her previous healthy plumpness.
Her breasts, however, were remarkably lush and Kellen could see she was having difficulty drawing her gaze away from them. Even in her supine position, they were round and firm-looking. Their overnight appearance hadn’t yet allowed her skin to stretch out enough for them to spill to her sides.
“Ketrok says your breasts will eventually soften and settle more naturally onto your frame,” he told her. “Although with the difference in Garathan’s relative gravity, they will never hang quite as they would have on Earth.”
They were beautiful, no doubt exquisitely tender from their rapid emergence, and the mere thought of that was enough to spark an inferno in his veins. Already he could hear the impassioned cries that would burst from her as he suckled their virginal nipples, the same cries he’d drawn when he’d fondled them in their immaturity. She had been confused at first, then perturbed by her raging response to the light pain of his pinches and tugs. If he hadn’t been wary then of waking her too fully, he would have latched on and sucked until she screamed for release.
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Alien Overnight
Towel or bucket ?
Kellen glanced at Shauss, puzzled.
For the drool .
He narrowed his eyes. Keep it up , Shauss , and she ’ ll be a grandmother before you see her breasts again .
Shauss barely managed to disguise his snicker as a cough, keeping his face out of Monica’s line of vision.
Kellen had to turn away himself, fighting a smile. Peserin, but it was a job being the disciplinarian when lust and humor joined forces to chisel away at his resolve. Then his gaze landed on her newly furred mons and humor fled in the face of aching desire.
Determined to stay on track, he ran a hand down her thigh, and disregarding her involuntary jerk, pulled her knee outward until it rested against his abdomen.
“Don’t!”
A quick glance told him her eyes had closed once more, her face flushed. With shame, he realized. She truly thought herself malformed.
He looked at Shauss and felt a different sort of smile creep over his face. Surely between the two of them, they could think of a variety of pleasant ways to clear up that little misconception for her.
*
“One of the cruelest ironies of this disaster which has befallen our race,” Shauss murmured, his measured breaths loud in her ear, “is that Garathan’s males, who are unable to attain satisfaction by our own hands, emerged unscathed.”
“While our females,” continued Kellen, as if on cue, “who could and quite often did pleasure themselves and each other while we waited on them for our relief, nearly died out.”
Warm fingers trailed up her inner thigh and paused to trace the valley where it joined her pelvis. She should be freaking out. Really, she should. Any minute now, she would.
Maybe.
Oh God, she was feeling good. Tickles were flaring out from her abdomen, making her nipples stand up and beg for attention, making her toes curl reflexively. Every deep breath she took chilled her out further, and paradoxically wound her up tighter. This was kind of what she’d thought to experience in high school, back at the girls’ home, where she’d gotten lonely enough to try smoking pot with a couple of wacked-out roommates and wound up paranoid and puking for six hours instead. She’d never tried another consciousness-altering chemical again, but if their effect was anything like this, it was no wonder people became addicted.
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Robin L. Rotham
She felt those wandering fingers brush over to her other thigh and push it gently outward and knew she really, really should be objecting, trying to draw away from their prying eyes. But it was just too much trouble.
“Monica.” God, she loved the way Kellen said her name in his slightly stilted accent. It was thicker now, like he had marbles under his tongue. “Look at
Her breasts, however, were remarkably lush and Kellen could see she was having difficulty drawing her gaze away from them. Even in her supine position, they were round and firm-looking. Their overnight appearance hadn’t yet allowed her skin to stretch out enough for them to spill to her sides.
“Ketrok says your breasts will eventually soften and settle more naturally onto your frame,” he told her. “Although with the difference in Garathan’s relative gravity, they will never hang quite as they would have on Earth.”
They were beautiful, no doubt exquisitely tender from their rapid emergence, and the mere thought of that was enough to spark an inferno in his veins. Already he could hear the impassioned cries that would burst from her as he suckled their virginal nipples, the same cries he’d drawn when he’d fondled them in their immaturity. She had been confused at first, then perturbed by her raging response to the light pain of his pinches and tugs. If he hadn’t been wary then of waking her too fully, he would have latched on and sucked until she screamed for release.
58
Alien Overnight
Towel or bucket ?
Kellen glanced at Shauss, puzzled.
For the drool .
He narrowed his eyes. Keep it up , Shauss , and she ’ ll be a grandmother before you see her breasts again .
Shauss barely managed to disguise his snicker as a cough, keeping his face out of Monica’s line of vision.
Kellen had to turn away himself, fighting a smile. Peserin, but it was a job being the disciplinarian when lust and humor joined forces to chisel away at his resolve. Then his gaze landed on her newly furred mons and humor fled in the face of aching desire.
Determined to stay on track, he ran a hand down her thigh, and disregarding her involuntary jerk, pulled her knee outward until it rested against his abdomen.
“Don’t!”
A quick glance told him her eyes had closed once more, her face flushed. With shame, he realized. She truly thought herself malformed.
He looked at Shauss and felt a different sort of smile creep over his face. Surely between the two of them, they could think of a variety of pleasant ways to clear up that little misconception for her.
*
“One of the cruelest ironies of this disaster which has befallen our race,” Shauss murmured, his measured breaths loud in her ear, “is that Garathan’s males, who are unable to attain satisfaction by our own hands, emerged unscathed.”
“While our females,” continued Kellen, as if on cue, “who could and quite often did pleasure themselves and each other while we waited on them for our relief, nearly died out.”
Warm fingers trailed up her inner thigh and paused to trace the valley where it joined her pelvis. She should be freaking out. Really, she should. Any minute now, she would.
Maybe.
Oh God, she was feeling good. Tickles were flaring out from her abdomen, making her nipples stand up and beg for attention, making her toes curl reflexively. Every deep breath she took chilled her out further, and paradoxically wound her up tighter. This was kind of what she’d thought to experience in high school, back at the girls’ home, where she’d gotten lonely enough to try smoking pot with a couple of wacked-out roommates and wound up paranoid and puking for six hours instead. She’d never tried another consciousness-altering chemical again, but if their effect was anything like this, it was no wonder people became addicted.
59
Robin L. Rotham
She felt those wandering fingers brush over to her other thigh and push it gently outward and knew she really, really should be objecting, trying to draw away from their prying eyes. But it was just too much trouble.
“Monica.” God, she loved the way Kellen said her name in his slightly stilted accent. It was thicker now, like he had marbles under his tongue. “Look at
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