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  The experience of jerking off two massive cocks had been phenomenal and something he quickly got used to the first night in his cell. He’d taken advantage of every opportunity since then. Just the sensation of the upper shaft—located between where his human navel would be and his pelvic bone—as it rubbed against the lower when he walked was enough to send him on a hasty search for a secluded closet. He felt certain the muscles in both arms had grown from the near constant double masturbation. The idea of double penetrating the queen tonight had his cocks standing at full staff since the moment he’d walked naked into her chamber.

  Zandria spun to glare at him. “Why have you not obeyed?”

  He couldn’t tell her how much he wanted to take her from within the suit, not after she had made it so clear that she wanted him stripped bare. Instead, he stated another simple truth, “I don’t know how to remove it, my queen.”

  “Are you telling me that you have not removed the suit since your arrival? Not even once?”

  “No. I was told that it was for my protection, that I would not be able to breathe your atmosphere as easily without it. I thought it best that I keep it on.”

  “You cell is fitted with special filters as is this chamber while you are here. You would be perfectly safe within its walls to free yourself from the confines of the suit. Or is there another reason for your reluctance to remove it?”

  “In all honesty, Zandria, I must admit that I rather enjoy the way it feels.”

  “Yes, I can see that you do.” Her beautiful emerald eyes glistened as she watched his twin shafts pulsate in the air between them. “Have you also enjoyed making private use of these wonderfully ready shafts? I have not heard any talk of you making use of any of the females on board the palace.”

  A slight twinge of guilt washed through him as he realized everyone must know of his constant state of arousal. “None of the other females interests me as you do, Your Majesty. When I wrap my fists around the gift of these dual cocks, it is your channel I fantasize about. It is your slickness I want to lubricate my deep thrusts, your muscles I desperately want to feel squeeze me, your body I need beneath me.”

  “Then you understand perfectly how I feel.” She pressed against his side.

  His left arm sandwiched between their hot bodies. Her breasts melded against his tensed bicep. With the slightest twist of his wrist, his fingers could easily find the moist treasure he so desperately craved. Nevertheless, he remained motionless. He knew the guards were close at hand, watching his every move—even if he couldn’t see them. If he tried to force his will upon their queen, they would undoubtedly swarm him in a flash.

  She slid her soft chartreuse hand down his abdomen and grasped the top cock.

  The room suddenly seemed to become a vacuum as he struggled to gasp at the blissfully gentle touch.

  “I understand your need, Captain. I promise that the time will come when I will make every one of your wildest fantasies come true. You will know how to make very good use of both these magnificent cocks. But for now, I will have my wish.”

  Her hand released him to slide up his torso. She paused over the shiny, dark green oval at the base of his throat. “This is the control. All it takes is a simple press, the lightest touch. Hardly any pressure at all.”

  Her soft fingertip pressed the oval gently as she stepped back.

  Simultaneously, the tips of his fingers and toes as well as the crown of his head tingled hotly. Within seconds, the reptilian skin-cover slithered, twisted and folded back onto itself toward the oval. His human skin prickled as the cells separated from the suit. Sudden heat seared through his groin as his split cock came together again.

  Amazingly, the heat was not painful. It felt more euphoric than anything else. In fact, as the suit cleared his heated shaft and heavy sac, he experienced the greatest orgasm of his life. Once again, his seed splattered the floor before him. Rather than feeling drained and ready to sleep, he felt exhilarated and more than ready to unload yet again. This never happened. What happened to the twenty minutes of down time I’ve always known? Who cares!

  Fear of the hidden sentries almost completely left his mind as he turned to her. He pulled her to him and savaged her mouth with his. Finally, he would have her. His tongued plunged into the sweet moistness of hers as her lips parted. The sensation of her split tongue dancing with his single human tongue filled him with ever stronger need. He tasted as much of her soft mouth as was humanly possible. The tips of the razor sharp points of her teeth left his tongue tingling. What would they feel like as they scraped along his sex? God, I hope she’ll be gentle.

  His hands felt clumsy as they trailed down her back and forced the thin material from her shoulders to pool about her ankles on the floor. He wanted—no needed—to touch each and every spike along her spine. Never had he felt so unsure of his sexual prowess. Hell, he’d been thrilling many females of many galaxies since long before he’d been truly aware of the power he held between his thighs. His unquenchable thirst for sex had been one of the main reasons he’d been sent out to the farthest corners of space in a one-man craft. For some reason his superiors didn’t feel he was focussed enough when females were around. If they knew how he had steered clear of all the available females parading around him in this complex, they may have a different opinion of him now.

  None of that mattered now though. He was in her private chambers. He had her in his arms, the most sought after prize, the queen, the most desirable female he had ever had the pleasure of encountering.

  He would give her what she wanted—all of it—anything she desired. Then he would slip that delightful suit back on and she would lie quivering beneath him as he took.

  His mouth left hers to trail hot, urgent kisses down her throat. Her skin felt warm under his lips, strangely dry but warm. His hands ran over her body in a primeval dance of need as he blindly investigated every alien contour. With one hand firmly in the small of her back, he traced the other around her waist and up to the ample mound of her breast. The skin covering it was different—less scaly—smoother and oh so very soft. He lowered his hungry mouth to the dark, protruding nipple and pulled it with gentle lips. The moan that escaped her lips told him that she was as heated as he was.

  A sound that seemed to be part purr, part growl wafted between them as she sought his shoulder with her mouth. Her fingers danced along his sides from the soft roundness of his ass to the hard muscles of his shoulders. With just enough pressure for her spiny nails to just break the skin, she pulled him upright again. Their mouths came together with a ferociousness that nearly knocked him back. If it hadn’t been for the grip they had on each other’s nakedness, he would have been grovelling at her feet. As she tore her mouth from his, he looked into her glassy eyes.

  “To the bed. Take me to the bed.”

  Her pleading tone made every muscle in his body jump and seem to swell to superhuman strength. He lifted her, cradled her against him and strode to the side of the canopied bed. With one fluid motion, he lowered onto the softness of the satin covered mattress with her still in his embrace. With absolute tenderness, he rolled to place her on her back. Their mouths remained locked together to this moment. As soon as he felt her relax onto the bed, he lifted to look into her eyes again.

  “Every cell in my body screams to take you, savagely. To rut on you like a wild animal, but your perfection cries to me to go slowly and make this a glorious experience for both of us. Do you have a preference?”

  Her brilliant emerald eyes gleamed like none he had ever witnessed as a soft smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Make love to me, Captain.”

  The amazing softness of her voice washed over him, settled his ragged nerves and pulled at his heart. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to spend the next few hours showing her what it meant to be truly idolized.

  The kisses that covered her face, throat and shoulders were as soft as the touch of a feather. A heated trail followed in their wake as she lay there and moaned soft
ly. He slowly moved down her chest to the waiting twin mounds. He softly kissed around the outsides of her breasts and in between them. In ever decreasing circles, he licked to the tip of one mound and around the dark island at its crest. With a quiet sigh, he held her breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth, rolled it with his moist tongue and enjoyed the way it felt and tasted. With his other hand, he massaged the twin. For longer than he would remember, he traveled back and forth between the two puckered nipples. He sucked, pulled and nipped them with absolute delight.

  Zandria’s sultry motions beneath him made it harder by the minute to go slow. He heard her moan and cry out softly as he began to make his way down to her navel. Where her navel should have been. He’d been so lost in all the fresh sensations racing through his body as he explored hers he’d forgotten that they were two entirely different species. The remembrance of it pushed a fresh surge of need into his pulsing cock.

  With soft tickles, he ran his fingers along the insides of her thigh. At the same time, his tongue continued it’s slow, circling trail down her body. With the softest of touches, he traced along the inside of her leg, past her knee to her calf and back up. His fingers danced up along the inside of her thigh toward the heat that radiated from her core. He heard her softly moan again as he traced one finger around the outline of her incredible folds.

  At the gentlest of pressure, he spread her legs slightly and moved between them. Starting at the inside of one knee, he kissed and licked his way up, over and down to the other. He took care to avoid her most sensitive centre. His chin skimmed over it as he passed. Even this slight touch drew a gasp from her lips. He felt her claw-like nails pierce his flesh again as the thrill shot through her.

  One hand pressed to the inside of each thigh, he spread her legs wider. With painstaking slowness, he let his tongue tickle its way up the inside of her thigh. He flattened his tongue and pressed it again the swollen, waiting lips of her wet pussy. One long, lick along the line that divided the lips and the beautiful queen began squirming under his touch. Her powerful legs wrapped around his shoulders and back. She trapped him—held him to her with astonishing strength.

  The motion of spreading her legs to hold him caused her innermost treasure to open to him. The thickness of the base of her tail caused her hips to tilt toward him at just the perfect angle. Pink—her inner folds are brilliantly pink. And wet. She’s so wet she’s damn near dripping.

  Ever so lightly, he flicked his tongue over the waiting bundle of nerves. Her clit throbbed under his delicate touch. Her legs started to tremble against him. He added pressure and pressed his tongue and lips onto her clit. He circled it, sucked it lightly and flicked it with such speed her hips bucked and thrashed. When he shifted and drove his tongue into her glorious hole, she cried out in her native tongue. He had no idea what the words were, but the message was clear. He was hitting all the right spots and she was close to explosion. The pressure of her hands in his hair and on the back of his head drove him on. He pummelled her repeatedly with his tongue before focussing on her clit again.

  Somehow, he managed to manoeuvre one hand into position and drove two fingers into her. He felt her muscles clench on his digits. Soon they did more than clench, they pulsated around his fingers. Her cries and moans became one long scream as her hips rose and fell in time to his probing fingers. She fucked his face and hands with abandon as the orgasm raced through her. Her body trembled—arched off the bed—teetered on the edge like a bow strung too tightly and then collapsed into a trembling, soft mess in the middle of the crumpled sheets.

  With care, he balanced on his hands, splayed on either side of her waist and crawled up to lay flat out on her royal body. His rigid cock slid along the wet heaven he had just abandoned. “You taste amazing.” The whispered adulation ended as a muffled sound. Zandria claimed his mouth with hers the moment it came close enough. He knew she could taste herself on his lips and tongue and knew it turned her on as much as the sharing of it did him.

  The sensation of her under him was almost too much for Adam. It felt as though every nerve ending in his body had come to life and danced a dizzying ballet against her flesh. The feel of her soft sensual scales against his relatively smooth skin did something to his psyche that no other female had ever done. She brought him to life—all of him—every inch of his body needed to make love to her, not just the painfully hard shaft now pressed between her thighs.

  Without breaking the pressure of the kiss, he shifted his hips and aimed the hot head of his cock at her opening. Slowly he pressed into her. There was just the slightest resistance before she opened to him. He felt the roughness of the small scales surrounding her pussy give way to slick smoothness as he gained entrance. She was tight—almost virginally tight and this shocked him more than anything. After all, he had witnessed her impaling herself just the night before and her tail-cock was thicker than his real one. She must do some amazing exercises or her species had naturally strong sexual muscles. Either way, who cared, he was in her. He had the head of his human cock inside the queen of the Lacertilians and fully intended to enjoy her until she cried out for him to stop.

  Her wondrous muscles massaged his sensitive flesh and drew him deeper into her. The muscles in his arms quivered with the pent up energy he held so strongly in check. He wanted to drive into her. He wanted to pound her pussy until his explosion tore his very essence from deep within his soul. Something on the outskirts of his mind reminded him constantly of the hidden sentries. This one thought and the fear of their punishment kept him from losing control. Instead, he held back and allowed Zandria to set the pace.

  Her sensual undulations very nearly took him to the jumping off point instantly. He focussed in a desperate attempt to have this one miraculous act last longer than thirty seconds. He watched her face, her beautiful emerald eyes, her soft flat scales that seemed to lift and flutter with her excitement.

  His downward motion matched every arch that brought her hips up to his. They moved together with fluid perfection. Their breaths mixed. Their moans of pure exhilaration mingled and vibrated in the air around them.

  “Now, Captain. Take me to the farthest stars, now.”

  As the orgasm raced through both of them, Adam cried out. His voice joined hers in the intensity of untethered lust. While her cries carried on in lustful gasps, his quickly turned to pain and panic. Still, his cock pumped spurt after spurt of fluid deep into her.

  * * * *

  In the magnificent throes of intense passion, every scale on Zandria’s wonderful reptilian body stood out and vibrated. Adam’s soft flesh was no barrier to the millions of jagged points. Every surface of her body that made contact with his pierced and held tight. As his hot juice filled her waiting womb, warm blood coated her skin and trickled to the crumpled satin under her completely unnoticed.

  Her orgasm lasted longer than any known. She was blinded and deafened by the sheer force of it as it tore through her with ever-increasing intensity. A new life force filled her long vacant womb while Captain Adam Walker’s own life force pooled beneath their joined forms.

  Finally, the trembling, breathless force began to ebb and the queen of the Lacertilians came back to her body. Adam’s weight on her suddenly seemed unbearable. With shaky palms pressed flat against the fronts of his shoulders, she tried in vain to push her lover from her. There was no moving him. He was dead weight.

  “Don’t just stand there gaping. Come and lift him from me. Now! Get him off me, now!”

  The guards lifted Adam from her before she even finished her panic-filled command. As they rolled him onto his back beside her, she snarled at them to take care with him. In one swift movement, she pressed the oval at his throat and rose to grab her robe.

  With the Lacertilian suit fluidly covering his body, she instructed four of the guards to transport him with as much haste as possible to the infirmary. “I will follow in his wake as soon as I am presentable.”

  * * * *

  The door swooshed
smoothly, silently open. Zandria, Queen of the Lacertilians descended on the gathered physicians as an avenging angel may. They trembled to their knees under her glare, heads lowered in subjugation.

  “You have had more trills than could possibly be necessary, is he well? Have you healed his weak, soft body?”

  “Your highness,” the head physician rose to address her. “The suit healed his physical wounds before he was ever brought to us. I fear his weakened state goes deeper than anything physical.”

  The unfamiliar fear that filled her heart shocked Zandria to her very core, but she refused to allow anyone to see it on her face or in her manner. With steady, measured steps, she moved to the side of the narrow bed where Adam lay unconscious. No sign of the inner tremble moved her fingers as she reached out to momentarily touch his arm. He was so still. She desperately longed to shake him awake. Make him understand how sorry she was for his injuries. Beg for his forgiveness. If he would only open his eyes, look at her, even just a flicker of a lid, she would fall to her knees and promise him anything he could ever ask for. She had been selfish and unthinking. Silently, she promised him that it would never happen again—if he would only wake up. “So he is lost? Is that what you are saying? That with all of our vast knowledge and superior technology, you are unable to save this one simple man? Is that really what you are trying to tell me?”

  “Not precisely, my Queen. In the past century, we have made great gains in our ability to treat the lesser beings of these vast galaxies. As with the last human male, you drained him most completely with your legendary needs. However there is still a glimmer of life within this man’s body. If you look closely at the holographic sensors you can see the sluggish movement of his single heart. He was in very fine shape and clearly had conditioned his body to give more than most men when it came to sexual encounters. Whether that was from the near-constant manipulation he gave his lacertilian sexual organs since he has been here or if he spent a great deal of time spreading his seed before his arrival will remain an unknown. Either way, it is a lucky turn of events for him.