Forbidden Alien Warlord (SciFi Alien Romance) by Meg Ripley Page A

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 lust-fogged brain barely capable of interpreting the words. She twisted and writhed as the two aliens touched her everywhere, unable to identify who was touching her where, trapped in a haze of sensations coursing through her body.
    Giselle realized with a start that the two men were leading her towards the bed, pressing her onto the thick, soft blankets and pillows. She shook her head sharply, trying to clear it, and watched as Lenth climbed onto the bed with her, sliding down between her legs, while Bronn slithered onto the bed next to her, his hands wandering over her breasts. She was surprised—almost shocked—as Bronn leaned in, bringing his lips down onto hers.
    Giselle moaned into Bronn’s mouth as she felt Lenth bury his face against her already-soaking pussy, his tongue sliding up and down along her slick labia, tasting her and exploring her sex. She twisted and writhed between the two men as Bronn deepened the kiss, his hands trailing over her body, while Lenth’s tongue worked its way slowly up from her inner labia to her clit, teasing her relentlessly. Giselle reached out blindly, exploring the two men’s bodies by touch, trying to understand the lines and ridges of their non-human shapes, the warm and slightly silken texture of their skin underneath her fingers.
    Bronn’s lips left hers, and Giselle heard herself making a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper—before his lips began to trail along her neck, past her collarbones. His hands cupped her breasts, and Giselle shivered as she felt his mouth close around one of her nipples, even as Lenth began to flicker his tongue against her clit so rapidly she couldn’t follow the movements, only respond to the pleasure coursing through her body.
    Giselle’s hands grabbed blindly, her body pitching and twisting, arching up off of the bed, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed