Her Alien Protector: A Sci-fi Romance

Part 50

Ava

These toys are incredible. It's like wearing a costume but better; they give me confidence and power. So, when I stand back and see Rigel, bound spread eagle, with a ball gag in his mouth, I'm awestruck. Did I do that?

I cannot wait to begin. Rigel is mine: mine to compliment, mine to pleasure, and mine to undo.

I straddle him and tend to the most important thing first: his glorious wings because they are beautiful, and the key to his pleasure. I reach for my bag and pluck out my hairbrush.

His feathers tremble underneath my hands. I comb, carefully pulling and teasing the brush through his feathers. Brushing him like this at a slow pace allows me to examine every inch of him. The area he initially got hurt is easy to spot—the feathers are smaller. Just to be safe, I only use my fingers.

I rub circles in this patch of soft feathers. "Look at you, so pretty..."

Poor Rigel. Grooming and praising is all it takes to curl his wingtips and make him drool. These are no false compliments; his wings are beautiful, and he is my angel.

I comb through every single feather on the underside of both of his wings until they look perfect and then I give him the full treatment again.

Once I finish, I walk around him, admiring my work. Even though I have made sure every single feather is aligned and his beautiful feathers glow in the moonlight, I realize I've been negligent. His bulging manhood strains against his boxers.

This isn't right! No part of Rigel should be neglected. I crouch alongside him, and slip my fingers between the waistband, peeling back his underwear. His penis pops out, fully erect. Just like the rest of his well-endowed body, his one-foot-long penis is spectacular, its tip glistening with precum.

Rigel is mine. I want him.

"Is that for me," I ask, reaching for his thick shaft, and his penis twitches.

My hand hovers an inch away from his pulsating member. "Rigel, can I..."

He bucks and rings the bell.

"Why are you ringing the bell? Do you know what I'm going to ask you?"

He moans against the gag.

"Umm, can I explore your other bits?" Wow, my ability to speak is leaving me.

He shakes his little bell for me.

His engorged member is huge. I don't know if I am quite ready for this. Is Rigel? Maybe I can work my way up to it.

I crouch down so that my head is within inches of his inner thighs, his balls, and his penis. He can't see me from this angle, so he doesn't know what might happen next, so I start by lightly resting my fingers on the midpoint of his inner thighs, and then lightly running my fingers upward toward his balls but veering away at the last second, and then doing it all over again. His legs quiver.

Time to get braver and give his centerpiece the attention it deserves. I cup his plump goose egg-size balls in my hand,

and play with them, gently licking and making circles with my tongue around them, and then taking the entire thing into my mouth. I suck, being careful not to scrape it with my teeth. Oh, how he whines and rattles against the constraints.

The fact that the tiniest of touches makes him moan and tremble makes me feel so powerful. When I pop it back out, I focus on how he is handling this. He is still frantically ringing the bell.

Time to take on something bigger. I encircle the base of his penis with my thumb and index finger, and slide it up his shaft, stopping before the head. I love how it feels in my hand, and over and over again I stroke him. Rigel moans and shudders.