Desired By The Sacred Alien (Sci-Fi Alien Romance) by Meg Ripley

dildos, and other sex toys arrayed around the room.
    “Ah—ah, yes. I understand,” Lenth said.  He murmured something to Bronn before meeting her gaze once more. “Please do not be frightened,” he said cautiously.
    “Frightened? Oh God, you’ve got some kind of—it’s—please, just tell me you don’t have tentacles or something down there.”
    Bronn laughed. “No—no we do not have these…’tentacles,’ ” he told her. Giselle saw Lenth look at his colleague in confusion; Bronn said something in their strange language to the other alien.
    “We are…very large, by your standards,” Lenth explained. “And our sex organs are slightly different from human sex organs.” Giselle closed her eyes and wondered if any amount of coffee would be enough for what she was currently going through.
    “Show me,” she said quietly, opening her eyes once more. She watched as both men began to strip out of their clothes, showing much more familiarity with the fastenings than she would have thought a pair of aliens would have. As the clothing fell away, she saw more and more of the gray-purple skin, more of the strange musculature. As the two men stripped out of their underwear, Giselle’s eyes widened at the sight as they revealed two large— comically large—members. The two men’s erect members were ridged, almost bumpy looking. Giselle couldn’t decide whether she was more shocked or—strangely—turned on by the sight.
    “You’re not afraid, are you?” Lenth asked. “I know that several human women who’ve worked with our colleagues have been afraid.”
    Giselle licked her lips. “Not—afraid, exactly,” she said, looking from one thick, large erection to the other. “Apprehensive, I guess? I’m not—I don’t know how one of those is going to fit inside of me, much less two.”
    Bronn laughed. “Very carefully,” he suggested. “I understand that there are many women who use their mouths in the act of mating.”
    Giselle chuckled. “That’s something we can try.” Lenth approached her cautiously, a smile forming on his lips.
    “You must be naked too,” Bronn told her, joining his colleague in front of Giselle. Their thick, large hands began to wander over her body, and Giselle found herself moving, twisting and shifting to allow them to strip her clothing off, shivering with a mixture of apprehension and delight as their skin brushed against hers. Somehow, as her clothes fell away, she realized that the two men were caressing her, teasing her, and exploring her body—and that she was surprisingly okay with their actions.
    One hand slid down between her legs; Giselle thought it might have been Bronn’s, but she couldn’t be sure as both pairs of hands trailed all over her body, teasing her nipples into firm little nubs, tracing over her curves, cupping and massaging her breasts. She moaned out, pushing her hips down as fingers slid along her already slick folds, rubbing lightly, testing and stroking. “We know many things already,” one of the two aliens told her in a low, almost purring voice.
    “We know that human females have this organ,” the other man said, and Giselle gasped as she felt a finger swirling around her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, making her wetter and wetter. Giselle shivered as the friction against her pleasure center increased, even while fingers twisted and rolled her nipples, sending crackles of sensation coursing through her body. “We’re trying to understand its purpose.” Giselle moaned out again as the fingers stroking and rubbing her clit moved faster; she could feel another finger sliding down to the well of her pussy.
    “The—the purpose is pleasure,” she said, panting as her body heated up.
    “That’s—that’s as far as—as our scientists have been able to determine.” One of the aliens, possibly Lenth, chuckled.
    “Pleasure seems to be an important function of human sexuality,” he commented. Giselle nodded, her