He wanted this ritual. As always.
The slow undressing in front of Him.
The space suit, time and again, underwear, all of the ware. The way they were when He captured me. To this alien world, at a spaceship voyage to boldly go where no woman has gone before.
I see Him growing, pulsating.
Now once I'm mother naked, I can touch it. Lick it, all around. Not suck it, it does not fit in my mouth. Or, rather, I don't dare to let it down my throat! He might push, and I might want it.
Green, scalyโI'll soon have some of the loose one scales insideโand slimy. I try my best to contribute my saliva to the alien slime. Maybe it's from His other dates from other alien worlds? There are other rooms like this in this house of His. But here and now, it's my turn!
Finally, He grabs me and then we are together. One flesh, two parts, together, part human, part alien. I move, I make Him move. He moves harder. He gets really excited. He now works as hard as He can, and I respond as hard as I can. This goes on and on and on and on...
But, alas, for my climax, it is to no avail.
I cannot reach orgasm this way. On earth, oh it seems so long ago, I'd have climaxed several times by now. Doing this with my boyfriends, or a couple of girlfriends too, even though their organs or the toys we used were nothing to compare with Him.
But after capturing me, He took me to a clinic of sorts, and down at my backside, some ray was applied to my spinal cord I suppose. Even though I'm enjoying, enjoying so deeply, I cannot reach satisfaction. Not this way. I just get hornier, ever hornier. I'm sure that is what He wants of me. And I want it too. Struggling to the very limits of mine.
Now, He realizes that I've indeed used all my stamina for a while, and withdraws.