Extraterrestrial encounter.

Chapter 7~🔥

I’ve lost track of time.

And everything else.

I don’t know how many orgasms I’ve had. I just know that now, finally, satisfaction is settling in—along with exhaustion and a deep, aching soreness between my legs.

At first, I only wanted more. More of him. More of his brutal, relentless thrusts. I was like an addict, crazed and desperate to chase the high of my climax again and again. But now? Now, I have no more tears to shed. My throat is raw from moaning, my body overheated and used, the fire inside me replaced by a deep, pulsing soreness from the endless friction of our bodies.

We’ve changed positions so many times that I don’t even remember where we are anymore. Or where I am. Am I even still alive? Is this heaven?

I no longer have the strength to move. I just let him take what he wants, let him set the pace. But even in my exhaustion, my body still betrays me. The moment he drags the thick tip of his cock over my clit, heat stirs inside me again, my body responding helplessly to his touch.

Luckily, I can feel him close again. His cock twitches inside me, thickening, pulsing—he’s going to cum. Again.

A familiar warmth spreads through my belly as my body instinctively prepares to take him, to be filled once more. A filthy thought crosses my mind.

I wouldn’t mind tasting it.

The very idea makes my walls clench around him, my arousal surging. My mouth waters, hot and eager, as if my body already knows what’s coming.

I’m on my stomach, ass in the air, as he pounds into me with brutal force. His movements grow erratic, the tension in his body undeniable. But just as he’s about to release inside me, he stops. Abruptly.

A fist grips my hair, yanking my head back, and suddenly his face is close—too close. My vision blurs. The world tilts. I can’t focus on anything, my mind hazy from exhaustion and overstimulation.

I’m on the verge of losing consciousness when I feel him shift.

When I manage to open my eyes, he’s standing in front of me, his cock still painfully erect—throbbing, swollen, impossibly huge.

"Drink," he commands, his voice deep, rough, almost alien. A low, vibrating growl scrapes against my ears. "Quench your thirst."

It’s not an invitation.

It’s an order.

A shiver runs down my spine, but my lips curl into a smirk. "Sounds more like a demand..." I murmur, licking my lips. "But I’ll accept."

My tongue flicks over the tip, tasting the salty heat of his arousal, before dragging slowly down his shaft. He’s so big—too big. The sheer length of him feels endless.

I take him into my mouth, inch by inch, struggling to relax my throat. He’s too thick, pressing against my tongue, making it nearly impossible to breathe. My nose brushes against his skin, my jaw aching as I try to accommodate him.