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It was strange being fed like this, but as soon as the first bite touched her tongue, all thoughts of weirdness disappeared. It really was like a cobbler of sorts. The top was covered with a crisp, sugary crust that gave way to the tart and tender fruit beneath. And laced throughout were rich, sweet veins of ksh, creamy like melted vanilla ice-cream.

It was all Alyx could do to keep from moaning orgasmically with pleasure.

Bestial though he might be, Krogg was definitely a talented chef, Alyx had to give him that.

He fed her more, his eyes studying her face as she ate. Their eyes locked briefly, and Alyx shivered as a strange moment of wordless communication seemed to pass between them.

In that moment of distraction, some sticky food dribbled down her lip.

Krogg thumbed it away, and Alyx gasped at that touch. The sound lit a fire in Krogg’s eyes, and stroked Alyx’s lip again, sending hot tingles rushing through her belly.

Wrong. So damn wrong.

Krogg grunted and slowly pushed his thumb inside Alyx’s mouth. She shouldn’t let him do that. Shouldn’t suck away the sweetness from his tip. Shouldn’t groan with satisfaction the way that she was doing.

Her skin felt hot and electric all of a sudden. Her nipples were erect and throbbing, her clit too. She squeezed her thighs together and twisted her hips to hide the wetness forming there.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

Slowly, Krogg withdrew his thumb from her mouth. He placed it between his own lips, sucked away what was left. He growled and carelessly flung aside the remainder of the food.

Alyx’s heart thumped faster. A strange ticklish feeling started up in her belly.

What was the alien going to do?

Alyx didn’t have to wait long for a clue. With a thoughtful grunt, Krogg’s eyes dipped from her open mouth to the massive pole that was now tenting his primitive loincloth. He stroked his beard, pondering. His eyes went back to her mouth, then to his erection again, making that trip several times as he grunted and growled, deep in thought.

Then, with a sudden decision, Krogg stood, dropped his loincloth, and brandished his rock hard manhood in Alyx’s face.

“Oh my God…”

CHAPTER 9

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ravnar hissed. “Krogg, I told you, that thing bites.”

“I know,” Krogg answered, keeping his gaze locked on those big round eyes looking up at him, eyes churning with a welter of emotions—fear, hunger, anticipation, and something else that Krogg didn’t have a word for.

He brushed the head of his cock against a plump, plush lower lip, smearing it with his sticky precursor fluid.

The woman, Alyx, whimpered and shivered.

Her naked skin flared with tiny bumps as the nearly invisible hairs lining her flesh all stood on end. Krogg recognized that reflex for what it was. A defense mechanism. A warning. In a more densely furred species, it would have the effect of puffing up the beast’s pelt, making it look bigger and more fearsome.

Perhaps the woman was going to bite him after all.

Or perhaps Krogg was wrong. Perhaps that pebbled flesh signaled something else.

It didn’t matter. He needed, needed to see those delicate, trembling lips wrapped around his hard pole. Needed to drive his shaft deep inside her face until his fluid came. Not the clear precursor that was leaking from him now, but the thick white sap that came after.

He needed it like he’d never needed anything before. And if, in the process, this animal, this woman, bit his cock off, well…so be it.

It would be worth it.

He pressed forward, and the woman flinched back, but he caught her by a fistful of her silky head-fur.

He clenched, pulling her hair taut. She gasped, and her lips bucked open.

Krogg slid the head of his cock inside.