Culture Shock

"My daughter is very happy for this! As your shorfice, she will also teach you some of the Klept, the hand language of our women."

"Great, great," I said, wondering why he said "also," but having a fair idea given the thing with the finger.

"And now, let us continue." We followed the king down the promenade as the sun sank, listening to him talk on Ephrani history. The palace was at our backs, the jungle below us, and Lorse's arm in mine. She seemed to have no qualms with intimacy, very close to me, rubbing her hip against mine, stroking my arm, fluttering her eye-lashes. I didn't catch much of what the king was saying, though a few times his voice rose in passion about rebels who were a bur in his sock.

After a quarter hour, we parted with the others waving goodbye and took a lift to a lower walk, one of the many belonging to the royal family, all empty except for occasional guards with singularity swords. Before long Lorse and I were on a secluded balcony alone.

She leaned on the rail and looked over her shoulder, feminine and inviting. I walked up behind and wrapped my arms around her, cradling her breasts, mourning the fact my suit ran to the wrists keeping my skin from hers. She surprised me by taking my hands and planting them on her nipples, squeezing my fingers into her flesh. I was only too happy to fondle her tits. I pinched the puffy pert nipples, tweaking them until she purred.

She turned and faced me, big beautiful eyes inches from mine in the moonlight, not to mention her gorgeous pussy. I brought my lips to hers, sinking my tongue into her crevasse, probing her alien depths sweeter than Earth pussy as I squeezed her chest. I kissed and sucked on the clitoral nub making her purr. I bit into the thick meaty lips. She had some control of the labia which responded with life of their own.

Her hand drifted to my crotch as I ate her. She rubbed my hard cock through my pants. We kissed for a long time. Eventually she disentangled her lips from mine and looked into my eyes, communicating more than any words in her gaze, the pleading, the lust. It was time. I nodded.

She went to her knees, a natural position for her, and played with my pants, confused at first by the fly which she quickly figured out and unzipped. A bit of fishing around in my boxers and she pulled my dick into the cool moonlight. It stood proud and firm before her, crown hard-edged and hungry for the pussy right in front of it.

She examined it a while, moving it about, sniffing it, and I was infinitely aroused at the sight of her pussy, dripping now, where her mouth should be, inches from my cock. All I wanted to do was grab her head and plunge inside.

She seemed to like what she saw, and looked up at me with those big sparkling eyes. I nodded. Tentatively, she inched forwards.

The labia kissed my cock head warmly, sweetly, enveloping it, taking me into her buttery smooth cunt. Her eyes rolled back in her head. The sensation felt strange where it was taking place, in the center of a girl's face and not in a bent over ass or spread set of legs. She grabbed my ass pulling me deeper into her creamy heat. I helped by grabbing her head and forcing her down all the way until her lips touched my lap. I was completely inside; it looked and felt like I had pierced her warm wriggling brains. My cock was in bliss. She purred deeply.

She retreated in one smooth motion, my glistening dick swinging free with a schlurp. She tittered. I grabbed her head and shoved back in, taking the warm hole with a sigh, watching her eyes roll. She withdrew—then dove. She began the lollipop motion. But this wasn't a blowjob. This was sex with exquisite alien pussy.

We fucked, and she was a master of her craft, at times going slow, at others withdrawing until my cock stood free and cold in the moonlight pointing hornily at her cunt until she slammed down again, devouring me with a feeling of forceful hot parting. I loved it, but couldn't help but feel uneasy at her speed. What if she missed? But she never did; my cock always slid home straight into her face.

For a long time I admired her amazing pussy sink over me again and again in those graceful dives, but eventually I rested my hands on the rail, looked out over the jungle and closed my eyes, letting the sensations take over, the warm, effortless sex with my shorfice, a word I was fast understanding to mean sexual servant. She purred and moaned as she crashed into my lap, eating my dick repeatedly. It wasn't long until I felt the onset of an orgasm.

I thought about trying to communicate this to her, but merely let it begin, and as it did—as the little-death took over—she froze at the base and started sucking with her pussy. I cannot describe the way this felt. It was phenomenal, the wet slurping of her pussy around me as the air passed from base to head, rippling her vaginal walls, magnifying the orgasm into the most intense I'd ever had. I gripped her head a little too tightly as I moaned, spasming helplessly, barely staying afoot as I emptied my balls deep inside her spurt after spurt, shoving her face down hard. She didn't seem to mind.

The last of my seed erupted. Her pussy swallowed around me, receiving and consuming. She looked up, eyes fluttering with ecstasy, and I laughed as I stroked her hair. We stayed like that for a long time, looking into each other's eyes, me entirely inside her, her pussy nibbling on me sensually, seeming to coax the last of the come from my shaft.

Slowly I pulled out, leaving her face inch by inch until I slipped into the air, limp, wet and spent, finished fucking my beautiful alien princess. She did up my fly, stood, and we kissed. I took her by the arm then and walked in quiet down the promenade with the stars glimmering and the night deepening. The language barrier gave us a strange, sincere kind of intimacy. We walked for what felt like hours, kissing here and there, and once I sucked on her tits before giving her another snack, this time slowly, watching her eyes roll and flutter with every dive, my fingers knotted in her hair.

At last we reached the door to my room, but she wouldn't let the night end without a lesson in the Klept. She taught me a single phrase, "Goodbye," or maybe "Good night." A simple gesture where my left hand squeezed my right pinky. She smiled with her eyes, cheeks and pussy when I got it, the latter crinkling in a distinctly mirthful way.

I wasn't sure if she wanted to stay the night, but when I pointed inside, inviting her in, she nodded and followed happily. Kiera wasn't home, likely up late with the king. I watched Lorse walk to my bed, hips and breasts swaying, where she removed her pants and panties before hopping in the sheets, and I couldn't help myself; I had to have a peek between her legs. Laughing, she didn't mind. It was a no-frills pussy, none of the visual perks or purple flesh-tones of the one on her face. My curiosity was satisfied.

We were too tired for another session. I flicked off the lights and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

~~~~~

Twenty minutes before my alarm was set to ring, I awoke to a familiar sensation. Beneath the sheets, Lorse was fucking my morning wood slow and easy. I wasn't about to complain, even if Kiera's bed was right beside mine. Even if she was awake, on one elbow and looking at me with amused disapproval. I gave her a "What can I do?" expression. She sighed as she hopped out of bed to dress, and after Lorse was finished, I showed her pictures on a mobile computer of an earthly haircut called "pigtails." I pointed at her head. She smiled, enthusiastic to grow them.

At breakfast in the hall, we ate a surprisingly Earth-like meal of eggs and fried meat, and I did my best to follow the Ephrani custom of not reacting to the head bobbing in my lap, of carrying on with the conversation like normal. I did a bad job.