"mhh, look at that, sweetheart, all nice and messy for me", he drags a thick, blue finger through your puffy folds, collecting your silky cum before bringing it to his awaiting mouth, sharp canines exposed in a teasing smirk. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you watch your alien boyfriend lick your arousal off his fingertips with an approving groan.
"atta girl, did that all by yourself, yeah? 'm so proud of you, always so good at following orders"
You moan breathlessly as he leans down to kiss your lips, his muscled body completely hunched over you as you taste yourself on his tongue. "got 'nother one in ya for me? 'm sure y'do"
he doesn't let you answer his question, but you don't need to, anyway. He kisses down your neck and between your breasts. Stops there and sucks one of your nipples between his teeth while twisting the other with his thumb and index finger, breathing out a low, amused chuckle at the way your back arches into his touch. He gives your other tit some love too by sinking his sharp teeth into the pillowy fat with just enough force to leave a mark.
His hands wrap around your waist as he gently guides you to lay down on your back while he places soft kisses all the way over your tummy, down until his face is hovering just inches above your mound. His thumbs rub small circles into the pillowy fat cushioning your hips as he grins up at you smugly.
"c'mon, baby, show me how pretty n' wet ya got yourself with yer fingers 'lready, yeah?"
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, softly chewing the plump flesh as you let your thighs fall open, the cool air of the room hitting your glossy folds making a small shiver run down your spine.
Quaritch's eyes are practically glued to the messy sight that is your pussy, the glowing gold of his irises now no more than thin rings around his impossibly wide blown pupils. He looks almost feral like this, with ears alert and pointed upwards and his top lip curled up over his sharp canines in a breathless grin. The little bioluminescent freckles dotting his skin look like stars splattered over the night sky in the dim light of the room and you find yourself utterly entranced by the sight he makes in between you spread legs. He's beautiful.
He must've felt your gaze in him, slowly tearing his eyes away from your swollen cunt to look up at your face with a knowing smirk. You blush, feeling like a schoolgirl caught leaving love letters on her crush's desk.
"It's rude to stare, y'know?"
"I'm sorry", you mumble in embarrassment, dropping your gaze to the side. Your boyfriend rumbles a low laugh from his position between your legs, his hands softly squeezing the pillowy flesh of your hips. "it's alright, keep watchin' me, sweetheart"
Before you can follow his order, he runs the flat of his tongue over your pussy, a gasp slipping from your lips as your eyes snap back to where he's laying between your spread thighs, his face buried in your messy cunt. The grip he has on your hips tightens ever so slightly as he let's out a satisfied groan, the vibration of it on your clit has white-hot pleasure licking up your spine.
His tongue runs through your folds before he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub and sucks. You can't stop the pathetic sounds of pleasure from spilling from your lips, something somewhere between a moan and a hiccup. But it's not like you could register anything enough to be embarrassed about it right now, not with the way your hips are twitching and your back is arching with the newfound ecstasy coursing through your veins.
When you feel two of your boyfriends thick fingers slide into you and curl against that spongey spot deep inside of your walls you can't reach with your own fingers, you might as well have entered heaven. It's no wonder you're already on the edge to your second orgasm of the night, considering how deliciously only two of Quaritch's fingers fill your greedy hole while his mouth works on your clit.
"y'close, sweetheart? be good and ask nicely for it, yeah?" His words are almost lost between your high-pitched moans and choked up whimpers, your mind feeling sluggish and hazy from the euphoric buzzing of your nerves. You string the words together messily as you gulp down your own moans, the final product of a sentence unstructured, but quaritch seems to be satisfied with your clumsy attempt at begging for permission to come. "Well done. Now let me taste you come on my face, sweetheart, y'deserve it"
Your hips buck desperately against his face as white spots cloud your vision, the pleasure feeling as if you've been shattered into a thousand pieces and reconstructed at the hands of your alien boyfriend. A drawn out, almost pathetic moan leaves your lips as the aftershocks of your orgasm pulse through you and leave you feeling boneless.
"So gorgeous, sweetheart, you're a work of art"
