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that he was a completely different species, paled before the pleasure his adept touches stirred inside of her. Joran pushed her gently onto her back, quickly covering her body with his own, his hands wandering all over her sensitive skin. “I have wanted to taste a human for a long time,” Joran said. “May I?” Adriana, lost in a haze of desire, could only nod her acceptance, barely able to comprehend the question.
    Adriana was surprised when Joran brought his lips down against hers, kissing her hungrily; she realized as his tongue slid into her mouth, probing and tasting, that it was ever so slightly forked at the end—an anatomical difference that sent a rush of ideas through her mind. He broke away from her lips almost reluctantly and began to kiss a path down her body, nipping at her throat, licking almost delicately at the sensitive skin just above her collarbones. He lingered at her breasts for what seemed like a long time, examining every inch of each mound with lips and tongue and teeth until Adriana thought she might actually die if he continued to tease her—and then realized that he was not teasing, he was genuinely fascinated by her body.
    Before Adriana could say anything to prompt him, Joran continued downward, his breath brushing against the skin of her abdomen, tickling her. Adriana squirmed and writhed, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter, her inner muscles flexing convulsively. Joran nuzzled her hip as he spread her legs wide, glancing up at her with his unearthly eyes. “You smell very good,” Joran murmured, kissing the crest of her hip.
    “Th-thank you,” Adriana murmured, her hips moving automatically as she writhed. Joran smiled slightly, licking his lips with his forked tongue, and then dove between her legs. He buried his face against her slick labia, rubbing his face back and forth, and Adriana cried out, her head falling back against the soft blankets. Adriana grabbed convulsively at Joran’s shoulder as he flicked his tongue up and down along her wet folds, the forked tip fluttering slightly as he nuzzled in deeper. Adriana’s hips bucked, her back arching up off of the bed as Joran sucked and licked hungrily, as if he was a starving man.
    She moaned out, grabbing and touching Joran as he worshipped her with his mouth, bringing his tongue up to her clit and then retreating. He teased her relentlessly, and in the back of her mind—the only part of her mind that was still capable of thought—Adriana wondered where he had learned what he was doing, what kind of research the alien had done. But the thought evaporated as Joran’s lips and tongue worked her, sending jolts of sensation through her body. Adriana’s pleasure mounted and mounted, burning away at every nerve, tingling through her body as she became more and more turned on.
    Joran’s forked tongue flickered against her clit, the split tip vibrating against the cluster of nerves, swirling in tight circles around her pleasure center. Adriana pitched and arched, moaning out over and over again. All at once, it seemed, Adriana cried out as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, almost overwhelming her. She grabbed at him desperately; Joran didn’t let up even as her orgasm crashed through her body, lighting up her nervous system, sending hot and cold jolts of electric pleasure through every nerve.
    It wasn’t until the spasms began to abate that Joran’s tongue and lips began to slow. He pulled back carefully, smiling in satisfaction. Adriana panted and gasped for breath, barely able to keep her eyes open through the haze of pleasure that fogged her mind. “You taste very nice,” Joran told her, slithering up along her body. He kissed her on the lips, rocking his hips against hers slowly. Adriana could feel the heat and hardness of his erection pressing against her—it seemed almost like a rock, radiating heat.
    “Is—is that your—your sex organ?” she asked, stumbling over the words. It seemed so strange