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Science-Fiction,
futuristic,
spy,
Aliens,
Exhibitionism,
art theft,
caper,
flight,
firefly,
adrenaline junky,
wings
touched it, it sprouted further as she began to stroke and caress, going from impressive to too-thick-to-wrap-her-fingers-around and a length that would have alarmed an inexperienced girl.
Rita didn’t fit into that category, despite the recent dull spell. But experienced or not, the way it was continuing to grow was enough to provoke a “What the hell?”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s still growing!”
The amazing, expanding wondercock stopped expanding. Rita wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. “Too much? I was just trying to get something around human standard…”
She snorted. “Which you got your ideas of from porn, apparently. Trust me, those guys are way enhanced.”
Drax laughed. “I should have known. It’s true for all species, I imagine. Certainly for ours. And it’s obvious that the human women in porn aren’t typically endowed. Humans must find large breasts appealing but I’ve wondered how the girls in porn can avoid falling onto their faces from the weight.” He cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, shooting rays of sensation throughout her body. “Now yours…yours are perfect.”
Rita felt herself flushing with embarrassment rather than arousal. “Come on, I’m all nipple and muscle.”
“Exactly—perfect.”
She thought about it for a second. If you’re going to fly efficiently, you can’t carry a lot of fat, and breasts were just pretty fat. The skinny, strong build she’d always thought of as cute but borderline boyish must look like perfection to a Banjali guy.
Then he brushed over her nipples with his wings and she stopped trying to apply reason to the situation.
He slipped between her legs, running the massive length of his cock over the drenched red lace of her panties. “Is my penis the right size for you now? How do you want it? Bigger? Smaller? Thinner? Thicker?”
“Now,” Rita gasped, wiggling out of her shorts. “How I want it is now .” It took a second for it to sink in that he was actually changing the size of his cock to please her better. Wow. And not just wow that he could do that—though it was news to her Banjalis had that ability, she was used to the fact that alien species had evolved in some surprising ways—but that he did, especially for an alleyway quickie.
“I wish I could fly with you,” Drax whispered as he turned her around so she could brace against the wall. “This will have to do for the moment.”
As the plumlike head of his thick cock nudged against her pussy, parting her lips, pushing inside her, all Rita could think was that they’d be flying just fine, there in the trash-littered alley, her hands pressed into coarse, graffiti-laced blocks. Flying on lust, on danger, on each other’s need.
He folded his wings around her, braced himself on the wall, used his wings to play with her nipples. The wingtips were as articulated as long fingers, but the sensation was very different. Silky and animalistic and kinky and so good. And as he played, he worked his cock in and out with a gentle motion of his hips, teasing her with the head rather than pushing in. An alluring torture, one she’d be glad to continue for a good long time. Years, even.
Except that in the distance, she could hear the distinct angry purr of a Fiero’s engine.
“They’re coming,” she whispered, surprised by the breathy urgency in her voice. “And I want to come first. Give it to me now.” Damn, they should be moving…
But given that San’bal was sex-party central at the moment, they’d look less suspicious fucking than they would running.
And if that theory didn’t work, at least they’d have some fun before everything went to slag and marl and then turned completely radioactive. If she had to die, there were worse ways to go than fucking a sexy, winged man.
Drax made a strangled noise deep in his throat and pushed inside her. As much as she craved it, the size and the suddenness almost