“You are a good dancer. Have you done it long?” he asked. His breath was warm on her face. If he leaned over just a lit­tle, his lips would be on hers. Jes­sica’s sex tick­led to life.

  “Only a few months. If I’m any good it’s be­cause Michaela in­sists I prac­tice for hours ev­ery day. She’s the real dancer.”

  Jes­sica heard the wa­ver­ing of her own voice and dragged her gaze away from Cla­jak. She drank deeply of the leshella, men­tally urg­ing its calm­ing ef­fects to hurry, hurry.

  “You have learned well.” The prince took her empty glass from her hand and placed it del­i­cately on the ta­ble. He cupped her chin and made her face him again. “You are shak­ing. Are you afraid of me, my sweet?”

  The drink was fi­nally start­ing to re­lax Jes­sica, but feel­ing the strength of the mas­sive Kalquo­rian and her own vul­ner­a­bil­ity kept the leshella from hav­ing the full ef­fect she wanted. Bit­ing her lip, she ad­mit­ted, “I’m ner­vous. There are many re­stric­tions against in­ti­mate re­la­tion­ships on Earth and the pun­ish­ments are se­vere. I’m not over those fears.”

  “Your re­li­gion is quite strict. Does it not prom­ise eter­nal damna­tion for – what is it called – ‘sins of the flesh’?”

  “I don’t be­lieve in God,” Jes­sica said with a flat voice.

  Cla­jak re­garded her with in­ter­est. “How fas­ci­nat­ing. I was un­der the im­pres­sion your peo­ple were nearly brain­washed into be­lief.”

  “My par­ents meet with oth­ers in se­cret to study an older form of wor­ship known as Bud­dhism. It’s very dif­fer­ent from the Church-sanc­tioned re­li­gion.”

  “So your be­liefs don’t pro­hibit sex­ual re­la­tions?”

  “Only the fear of be­ing maimed and mur­dered keeps most of us in check.” Jes­sica looked the prince over again, tak­ing in the sculpted body. “What hap­pened ear­lier with your clan is the clos­est I’ve ever been to in­ti­macy. I might dis­ap­point you when it comes to such things.”

  Cla­jak sur­prised her by kiss­ing her lips softly. The brief con­tact was enough to send a light­ning bolt of de­sire through Jes­sica’s body, and her breath caught.

  “It is al­ways of great plea­sure to be a woman’s first. To see her dis­cover all the joys of sex and to watch as her body awak­ens is a de­light. I adore vir­gins.” He kissed her again, still gen­tle. “I prom­ise to make your first time an in­tensely sat­is­fy­ing ex­pe­ri­ence if you will have me.”

  Cla­jak’s lips moved over her face, light­ing a heated trail. Ev­ery cell of Jes­sica’s body had come to life, clam­or­ing to make him prove his words.

  And why not? That was what Jes­sica had per­formed the dance to do – to at­tract Kalquo­ri­ans in or­der to join one of their clans and get away from Earth and Pla­sius. Be­sides, the prince cer­tainly seemed to know what he was do­ing. Just his kisses had her body in a tizzy.

  “Please,” Jes­sica whis­pered as Cla­jak’s mouth trav­eled down to her chin, along her jaw­line and to where her pulse beat in her throat.

  He left a wet trail as he tasted her skin. His arms wrapped around her, trap­ping her against his chest. Jes­sica closed her eyes as he molded her soft­ness against his mus­cled torso.

  Against her neck Cla­jak whis­pered, “A lit­tle pain, my sweet, then much plea­sure.” His head reared back, and Jes­sica saw his hinged fangs ap­pear. He darted for­ward with a rat­tlesnake strike, and she cried out as he bit into her throat.

  He held her still, and the pain quickly sub­sided. Jes­sica’s rec­ol­lec­tion of her first en­counter with a Kalquo­rian rose, and she groaned to re­live the de­light­ful mem­ory.

  She drew breath, ready­ing to scream as the alien kicked the doc­tor to the side. Mov­ing too fast to be seen, the fierce Kalquo­rian was sud­denly on her, bit­ing her neck, and send­ing the in­tox­i­cant his fangs con­tained into her blood­stream. Eu­pho­ria over­took Jes­sica. She felt the strength of the male on top of her and knew she couldn’t re­sist. She didn’t want to es­cape. Though it meant death from the un­for­giv­ing courts of Earth, she wanted the bru­tal Kalquo­rian to tear the clothes from her body and press his iron sex into her. She’d give him any­thing, ev­ery­thing he wanted.

  Jes­sica sighed as Cla­jak’s bite took hold, and that re­mem­bered eu­pho­ria coursed through her once again. It brought her senses alive, and she moved against the Kalquo­rian prince, rub­bing her­self against him. He with­drew his fangs and sucked hun­grily at the wounds as she writhed, caught up in sen­sa­tion.

  His mouth left her and he laid her full length on the soft lounger. Cla­jak looked down on her and she reached to stroke the steel-tinged hair, to trace the strong con­tours of his face, the full­ness of his lips. He smiled down at her, his fangs again folded to the roof of his mouth and hid­den from sight.

  “You are feel­ing well, my sweet?” he asked.

  Jes­sica gig­gled. “Very well.” Her in­sides seemed to have turned ef­fer­ves­cent, bub­bling with ex­cite­ment as he loomed over her.

  His grin widened. “Let me have a good look at you. Don’t worry, I will re­place any­thing you lose, ex­cept that hate­ful bur­den of your vir­gin­ity.”

  Cla­jak wrapped his great hands on the low vee of her neck­line and tore the fab­ric apart. Jes­sica lay be­neath him naked from the waist up. Her sex gushed honey in re­sponse to the vi­o­lent ex­po­sure. In­stead of the ter­ror she should have felt, that tick­lish, bub­bly sen­sa­tion in her gut in­ten­si­fied.

  The prince traced a deep, puck­ered scar just over her left breast. “What hap­pened to you? This must have been a bru­tal in­jury to have left such a mark.”

  Jes­sica felt a mo­men­tary stab of dread at the re­minder of that long-ago day when she had been so badly in­jured. For­tu­nately, the in­tox­i­ca­tion of Cla­jak’s bite quickly washed it away.

  She shrugged, dis­miss­ing the in­ci­dent. “It’s from an ac­ci­dent that I had long ago. Ev­ery­thing still func­tions nor­mally.”

  Cla­jak grinned at her. “I am glad to know it.”

  He drank her in with his eyes be­fore sweep­ing his hands over her nude torso. If the scar re­pelled him, he didn’t show it. Jes­sica arched un­der his touch, the heat of his hands trans­mit­ting to the depths of her womb. Now the bub­bles in­side were heat­ing, adding a boil to the fizzy feel­ing. She writhed a lit­tle in re­ac­tion.

  Cla­jak cupped her breasts in each hand, squeez­ing and mold­ing the pli­ant mounds as he had ear­lier dur­ing the per­for­mance. His touch was ex­cit­ing, a bit rough and def­i­nitely com­mand­ing. The hand­some alien asked for no per­mis­sion, touch­ing her as if he had ev­ery right to en­joy her how­ever he wished. She moaned to be rav­ished with such de­mand.

  Jes­sica’s hands traced the alien prince’s mus­cled chest hid­den be­hind the slick black form­suit. She wished she pos­sessed his brute strength so she too could tear his cloth­ing away. What she felt was chis­eled gran­ite, and she wanted the soft­ness of his skin be­neath her fin­ger­tips.

  Cla­jak plucked the tips of her breasts with cal­loused fin­gers, and a whim­per es­caped Jes­sica. His smile was wicked as he leaned over to cap­ture one hard­ened nip­ple be­tween his teeth. Her sex spasmed as he bit just hard enough to send a small shock of pain. She cried out, but she didn’t try to push him away. A bolt of sheer de­light rock­eted from her throb­bing nip­ple straight to her pussy. The mix­ture of plea­sure and hurt was in­tox­i­cat­ing, and she wanted more of it. Much more.

  He’d promised in­tense de­light, and he’d al­ready de­liv­ered it with­out the ben­e­fit of pen­e­tra­tion. Jes­sica felt faint when she con­tem­plated any­thing more plea­sur­able.

  Cla­jak mauled her breasts, gen­tle one mo­ment, harsh the next as if in­tu­it­ing her de­sire for both ex­tremes. He kissed, licked, bit, sucked, and slapped the ten­der flesh. In re­sponse, Jes­sica’s panties soon be­came soaked with plea­sure. Her breath sobbed as she basked un­der the com­bined ten­der and rough use of the Kalquo­rian. Her belly churned as the sweet, ef­fer­ves­cent bub­bling she’d felt at the be­gin­ning gave way to a bru­tal need that both ex­cited and tor­mented her.

  The prince left the play­ground of her now-red­dened breasts to kiss and nib­ble his way down her wasp-thin belly. His fin­ger­tips hooked around the top of her dress’ skirt, and he yanked hard at it, de­ter­mined to bare the hun­gry flesh be­neath. The sound of more tear­ing fab­ric filled the air. Jes­sica’s thin panties went with the dress, and she lay naked be­neath Cla­jak.

  He sat up, his stare rest­ing on the chest­nut swirls of pu­bic hair con­ceal­ing her sex. His gaze drifted up her body un­til he looked into her eyes. He smiled, and his fangs peeked out as he spoke. “Your scent is driv­ing me mad, my sweet,” he growled. “Be­fore I lose all con­trol with you, tell me how much you are will­ing to give.”

  The com­bi­na­tion of leshella and his bite had sent Jes­sica wan­der­ing a path that con­tained no in­hi­bi­tions. Cla­jak’s de­li­ciously in­sis­tent and some­times harsh se­duc­tion sent her gal­lop­ing down that trail now, all cau­tion for­got­ten.

  “Ev­ery­thing,” she moaned, part­ing her legs in of­fer­ing. “You can have ev­ery­thing.”

  “Then ev­ery­thing is what I’ll take.” With that threat­en­ing prom­ise, Cla­jak knelt be­tween her legs. Tak­ing hold of her an­kles, he propped them on his broad shoul­ders, open­ing her wide. His tongue ran over his mouth as if he con­sid­ered a suc­cu­lent meal. His fin­gers went to the lips of her sex and drew a line down be­tween them.

  Jes­sica arched against the clan­des­tine touch. It felt so pro­found that tears ran down her cheeks. The con­tact was light, a mere whis­per of sen­sa­tion even, but it brought ex­cru­ci­at­ing plea­sure that made her sex seize in a mus­cu­lar spasm.

  Like most Earth­ers, es­pe­cially those of the fe­male gen­der, Jes­sica had never al­lowed her­self to come any­where near such in­ti­macy. Back home, even a quick kiss to a date’s cheek had been fraught with worry. To think she could en­joy such il­licit plea­sures with­out fear of reprisals stole her breath ev­ery bit as much as the prince’s fondlings.

  Bold, hav­ing never known the re­pres­sions of Earth’s fa­nat­i­cal laws, Cla­jak parted the folds of her sex. He looked at her se­cret flesh with hun­gry eyes. His very gaze seemed to have weight, height­en­ing Jes­sica’s ex­cite­ment. Her sex gushed honey at the scru­tiny.

  He ex­am­ined her with an al­most clin­i­cal thor­ough­ness, his fin­gers trac­ing ev­ery wet nook and cranny, draw­ing more mois­ture un­til Jes­sica felt it pool be­neath her. A tight ball had formed in her gut, clench­ing tight un­til she thought the pres­sure might dou­ble her up. She’d never known such in­tense sen­sa­tions.

  Cla­jak took her cli­toris be­tween his thumb and fore­fin­ger, rub­bing the but­ton of flesh. Jes­sica cried out as daz­zling fire tore through her belly, her butt rais­ing up off the cush­ions. The Kalquo­rian im­me­di­ately re­leased the sen­si­tive nub, an an­i­mal growl rum­bling through his chest.

  “Easy, my sweet lit­tle Earther,” he said. “I will not have you ex­haust your­self so soon.”

  “Please,” was all Jes­sica could think to say as she reached for him. The sharp blast of plea­sure left her weak and trem­bling, but some pri­mal part of her brain whis­pered that it had been only a taste of joys to come.

  “Lie still,” Cla­jak or­dered. His palm smacked a warn­ing against one but­tock.

  Pain siz­zled, mak­ing Jes­sica catch her breath. Rather than cool­ing her ar­dor, the puls­ing warmth of the strike’s af­ter­math fed the heat of her sex. Her body fought to writhe with the over­whelm­ing need that seemed to dou­ble af­ter the ag­gres­sive dis­play. She grasped fist­fuls of the lounger’s cush­ions to keep her­self un­der con­trol.

  Sat­is­fied with Jes­sica’s re­luc­tant obe­di­ence, Cla­jak re­turned to his slow ex­plo­ration. He traced his fin­ger through the wet slit of her sex and brought it to his mouth. He sucked her honey from his fin­ger slowly, rel­ish­ing the taste of her. Jes­sica moaned and her knuck­les went white in the ef­fort it took to re­main still for his ca­resses. Again he coated his fin­ger in her juices, and again he tasted, his closed eyes telling Jes­sica he en­joyed her fla­vor.

  His fin­ger once more ran through over her sex. This time it con­tin­ued down to trace slow, teas­ing cir­cles around her anus, wet­ting the rim with her honey. Jes­sica was sur­prised at the plea­sur­able sen­sa­tion; it wasn’t the spear­ing thrill of her sex, but that part of her anatomy of­fered a low hum of an­tic­i­pa­tion just the same. She clenched in re­ac­tion.

  She knew about the sec­ond sex or­gan of the Kalquo­ri­ans and knew where it cor­re­sponded to the fe­male anatomy. It had been her great­est fear when she con­tem­plated cou­pling with the alien race. Now, in­tox­i­cated and ea­ger for plea­sure, she wel­comed the in­tru­sion of Cla­jak’s fin­ger as he pressed it in­side her nether ori­fice.

  His fin­ger was thick, thicker than the slen­der penises of the Plasian males Jes­sica had seen naked. Her tight aper­ture wrapped snugly around the in­vader, aching only slightly as he ro­tated it to stretch the tight mus­cles that guarded that open­ing. She closed her eyes to shut out all but the sen­sa­tion of Cla­jak gen­tly pump­ing in and out of the sen­si­tive flesh. Her hips rose and fell with­out con­scious con­trol in time with his rhythm.

  “Good girl,” the prince whis­pered. “Let your body guide you. Do not judge. Let it tell you what it wants.”

  His other hand moved be­tween her legs, and a fin­ger en­tered her wom­an­hood. She groaned to feel some­thing in­side her there, fill­ing up the empti­ness she’d lived with for all of her 25 years. Her in­ti­mate sleeve clutched at him, as if to pull his flesh deeper in­side.

  Her eyes slit open to see Cla­jak watch­ing the move­ments of her body. He held his hands still, let­ting her con­sume his fin­gers at her own pace. She won­dered how it looked to him, see­ing his brown fin­gers dis­ap­pear­ing into her pink flesh and emerg­ing glis­ten­ing only to be swal­lowed up again. The idea sent a shock­wave through her sys­tem, mak­ing her pussy spasm and grasp him tighter.

  He looked up to catch her watch­ing him. He grinned a dan­ger­ous smile and pulled his fin­gers free of her hun­gry grasp. She whim­pered in a mix­ture of loss and anx­i­ety at that feral look.

  One mus­cled arm caught her by the waist. Cla­jak stood, lift­ing Jes­sica with him un­til she hung up­side down in his grip. Her arms trailed the soft­ness of the lounger. Her but­tocks pressed against his chest and the hard lump of his erec­tion stabbed the back of her head. She felt his face on ei­ther side of her thighs, and his breath was warm against her se­cret flesh. She emit­ted a groan that came all the way from her womb. She heard him in­hale deeply, tak­ing in the sea-salty scent of her. Then his mouth was on her, feast­ing on the soft­est part.

  She wailed to feel Cla­jak’s rough tongue en­ter her core and his mouth suck at her juices. Her body went fever bright at the un­ex­pected mouthing, her guts twist­ing and tum­bling as fe­ro­cious need swept her from within. She thrashed in the prince’s iron grip, un­able to keep still as he fed. He held her firmly, keep­ing her ea­ger sex im­mo­bile and at his mercy.

  Jes­sica beat help­less fists against the lounger as warm ec­stasy filled her belly. She cried out, but her lungs were no help in re­leas­ing the build­ing ten­sion. Her head whipped from side to side, her hair slap­ping against the thighs of her tor­men­tor.

  Cla­jak’s tongue worked her sen­si­tive flesh with­out a mo­ment’s respite, lav­ing her with wide strokes one mo­ment, stab­bing into her the next. He flicked the tip against her plea­sure but­ton, mak­ing her sex spasm with de­li­cious agony as sliv­ers of ec­stasy stabbed deep. He tor­tured her with his tongue. The heat built in her womb un­til it was al­most painful, and still he gorged on her.

  Jes­sica’s world was all throb­bing de­sire, her en­tire body con­sumed by pas­sion. Just when she didn’t think she could pos­si­bly hunger more, Cla­jak brought her to a new high.

  His mouth closed over her cli­toris, and he sucked it deep into his mouth, his tongue whip­ping over it in a frenzy. There was an in­stant of blind­ing white and no sound. Jes­sica hov­ered there in a nowhere place for an end­less sec­ond of eter­nity. Then vi­o­lent ela­tion ex­ploded within her body.

  She felt blasted apart, det­o­nated and dis­in­te­grated. Her ragged screams pealed over and over as she jerked in the alien’s strong arms. She saw and knew noth­ing in that heav­ing uni­verse but mind­less rap­ture that tore her to shreds.

  The blasts of ex­cru­ci­at­ing plea­sure came one af­ter the other. A bit at a time they re­ceded into qui­eter bursts, even­tu­ally mel­low­ing into waves and then rip­ples. Slowly Jes­sica came back to her­self, her sex still puls­ing with slow­ing throbs of bliss.

  Cla­jak low­ered her to the lounger. He stood over her, smil­ing.

  “Is it as you had hoped?” he asked, his voice sound­ing a mil­lion miles away.

  Jes­sica was be­yond words. She could only sigh, which made the Kalquo­rian laugh.

  He un­dressed, open­ing his pur­ple-trimmed form­suit at the chest to re­veal smooth, mus­cled skin. He peeled the top off, dis­play­ing broad, sculpted shoul­ders, corded bi­ceps and a chis­eled ab­domen. He paused to yank his knee-high boots off then con­tin­ued to dis­robe. His thighs were big­ger around than Jes­sica’s waist, re­mind­ing her once again of how colos­sal the alien race was.

  Jut­ting thick with arousal, his two penises gleamed with Cla­jak’s nat­u­ral lu­bri­ca­tion. Jes­sica’s sex tight­ened at the sight of the large or­gans. She wasn’t cer­tain he wouldn’t in­jure her. She won­dered if she could han­dle him.