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~Drawing an Alien~

He shivered but held his pose.

Pencils scratched out a symphony against canvases, a semi circle standing guard around a single point back against a wall. Soft stage lighting ensured the point was the center of attention.

Twenty pairs of eyes glanced at Salaar intermittently, picking out a detail before scratching out another note to the undirected orchestra. His muscles were becoming stiff from sitting still for so long. The pose wasn"t difficult. Sitting in a chair, legs spread with one elbow on a knee, body hunched over to rest his chin in his open palm. His three remaining palms pressed horizontally into his thighs.

He just didn"t like sitting still. To make up for it his eyes remained active, constantly scanning the room. Most of the glancing eyes never returned his looks, choosing to concentrate on their work. Their renditions of him on paper were important to their grade so they saved the niceties for before and after class, business as usual. Though there was one student who did return his looks and stood out in his mind when she was in the class.

She always came to class early to get the drawing station closest to him and always chatted while she set up and waited for the others. During the class she would catch his gaze when he looked her way and always returned a pleasant smile. After class ended she would make a point of showing him his portraits for his analytical feedback.

The Life Drawing class featuring Salaar Isk had been going for several weeks and Salaar was warming up to her, by the half way point through the quarter he looked forward to seeing her and the conversations they had. Her pieces were becoming more dynamic as time had passed, even if that wasn"t what the teacher wanted. Each new piece focused on a different area of his body with excruciating detail, but she would never leave out his face and always took artistic liberties on his expression. He got a strong feeling she was trying to convey something through her art towards him.

An interesting Human.

Salaar turned his attention towards her, hidden behind the large canvas except for her pair of black sneakers with white accents connected to slender legs masked by tight jeans. She had some pleasing curves in his eyes. Athletic, he was pretty sure she mentioned being on the track team once, but filled out. Her head appeared on the side of the canvas, sandy shoulder length hair succumbing to gravity, blue-green eyes studying his body. The corners of his mouth curled into a grin, warmth flowing through him. He caught her raised eyebrow, 'are you okay?' look and quickly steered his mind in a different direction.

The next forty-five minutes passed quickly and boringly for Salaar. The teacher milled between the stations before glancing at her watch and announcing the end of class. Salaar stood instantly and stretched his stiff body towards the ceiling. Only when he was standing did Humans realize how much larger he was. There were few that could claim to be taller.

Salaar grabbed his robe hanging from a nearby hook and slid into it. None of his genitalia was external, Humans found it more weird than offending when he was naked so he covered up between classes. Salaar ambled over to the canvas that was always the closest and peered over the top. The girl tilted her head back to an extreme and grinned, "Hey there, Godzilla."

Salaar rolled his eyes, walking around to her side, tilting her head to a normal angle. Hands outstretched she presented her piece.

"What do you think?"

Salaar examined the drawing for a minute. She had focused the most detail on his abdomen, thighs and groin. That was the first time he"d seen such a detailed rendition of his crotch. He also noted she had illustrated the smirk he had worn earlier. His gaze was focused on the viewer and his overall expression made him look flirtatious.

"Well done, as usual. The shading is impeccable, anatomy nearly spot on and my expression full of emotion. You certainly have a knack for drawing, Lydia."

"I saw the look you were giving me and had to use it," she looked up at him, "it was too cute."

"If you say so, Lydia."

"I clearly just did. What are you going to do about it, Lizard?" Salaar intended to answer her rhetorical question in a way that would completely throw her off and hopefully give him the upper hand.

"What am I going to do you ask? How about I ask you to meet me at Sakana tonight to share some delicious earthen sea creatures and then proceed to have fun."

Lydia choked on her planned retort, dropping her gaze from Salaar"s face. She fidgeted, mind racing through the possible implications. Could she do that with one of the class models? Was it different since he wasn"t Human? She did have an attraction and loved talking to him but was it academic or deeper? And what did he mean by, "proceed to have fun"? Lydia stared at the drawing and a thought flashed through her mind like lightning, she blushed.

"It"s a date, Godzilla." Salaar didn"t roll his eyes this time. His likeness might not be very similar to the cinematic reptilian monster but he felt it suited him just fine. They exchanged phone numbers and decided on the details before Lydia left for her next class.

Salaar looked over the stations at the clock, sighed and sat on the chair as the center of attention.

Salaar mmm"ed when the sushi chef set the exquisite looking rolls, on long rectangle porcelain plates each with a side of wasabi and ginger root slice, down on top of the display case for the two of them to take. The two rolls were Salaar"s favorites. The first was the ironically named Crunchy Lizard roll; a decadent roll filled with shrimp tempura, avocado and cream cheese filling with a topping of thin sliced Unagi and an ambient flavor of teriyaki sauce. Maybe he had a thing for rolls with funny names but the other was called the Tarantula Extreme; crab, cucumber and avocado with spicy crab, mayonnaise and jalapeños to top it off. His mouth was practically a lake of saliva.

The sushi chef laughed heartily at Salaar"s expression and pointed his long knife at him.

"You always get same thing and always look at it same way! Try something new next time!" The sushi chef teased merrily, with a thick Far Eastern accent.

"Next time I will, just for you, Wong. I just wish we had such delicious sea creatures and such simple yet brilliant food on my planet." Salaar mused, mixing wasabi and teriyaki sauce in a small dish with chopsticks; Lydia doing the same. Wong busied himself with other orders while the two talked.

"How did you end up coming here in the first place?" Lydia inquired, placing a piece in her dish to soak; the heat of the wasabi and the saltiness of the teriyaki permeating the rice.

"I had been trying as many different Human cuisines as I could find around here and happened across this restaurant. I was surprised when I first came to Earth how palatable Human food was but some flavors I just cannot tolerate."

"Like what?"

"Edamame!" Wong interjected, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Edamame?" Lydia asked curiously. Salaar shook his head at the memory.

"It"s normally an appetizer of boiled and salted young soybeans still in the pod. I"m not exactly sure why but I ate a whole plate of them the first time I came here and let"s just say I had an appetite spoiling evening."

"Hah, puny alien cannot handle the might of Earth plant!" Wong laughed loudly and started on the next order. Salaar rolled his eyes and continued.

"Dairy and some other plant derived sauces or flavorings upset my stomach. Most spices are fine except excessive amounts of sodium. I cannot handle the taste of pure salt. I make weird faces when I do eat it." Lydia giggled and stuffed a large piece into her mouth, munching on the shrimp tempura.

"Makes sense." She mumbled from behind her hand.

A waitress came by and left a tall ceramic container with cherry blossoms and Japanese characters painted on it between them along with two small cups. Salaar thanked her and poured the warm, clear liquid into the two cups and handed one to Lydia. Wong glanced up and gestured to the bottle.

"Ah, makes me happy that even otherworldly beings can appreciate the beautiful cherry blossoms of spring and fine Sake. Good choice to please a beautiful lady too!" He smiled broadly and motioned for her to drink. Lydia blushed and quickly drank the contents of the cup and held it out for Salaar to refill it. Wong leaned over the display case towards Salaar and put up his hand as if to whisper so Lydia wouldn"t hear.

"You have good taste in our women, foreign devil!" Lydia giggled and leaned towards Wong in the same fashion.

"I like to call him, Godzilla." Wong"s eyes widened and he belly laughed loud enough that half the restaurant turned and gave him funny looks.

"And funny too! I get her phone number?" Wong laughed and then stopped suddenly, ignored them and set to making another roll. Salaar watched him work and drank his second cup full of Sake.

"I don"t know what it is about your Human alcohol but it sure does pack a punch." Salaar drank the cup in one gulp and poured himself another.

"Maybe you"re just a light weight," Lydia giggled, "who could have imagined that Godzilla can"t hold his liquor!" Salaar scoffed and ate another piece of the Crunchy Lizard roll.

"I"ll try and get some Skavok and then we"ll see who the light weight is!"

"Skavok?" Lydia stumbled with the pronunciation.

"There is no way you could be drunk enough to slaughter that that badly. No more making fun of my accent, by the way." Salaar chuckled and repeated the word for her. "It"s the favored intoxicant of my species. It"s deep amber and has a high viscosity, similar to the oil used in combustion engines. While yours is made from plants ours is made from an animal called the Skav. There are far fewer varieties compared to your alcohol but a similar depressant can be made from a few other animals."

"Sounds weird," Lydia snatched the last piece of the Crunchy Lizard and exaggerated how delicious it was. Salaar raised a brow and pointed his chopsticks at her.

"You sure seem to enjoy the taste of lizard." Lydia didn"t skip a beat.

"Only if they are crunchy, rich and full of exotic flavor," She swallowed a cup of Sake and poured herself another, downing it in the same fashion.

Salaar watched her quietly, wondering what she was thinking while munching on the last piece of the Tarantula Extreme roll. He rolled the contents over his tongue, wanting the heavenly flavor to never leave his taste buds. He swallowed and sighed contentedly, stacking the empty dishes for the waitress; she came by quickly and took them away.

Wong ceremoniously presented them with a roll neither had seen before, setting it on top of the case. He drizzled a mean looking orange sauce back and forth over the roll followed by pouring a clear liquid onto the dish around it and quickly setting it on fire with a cooking torch. Salaar and Lydia instinctively leaned back as the plate burst into flames. Wong cackled, the flame quickly burning up the fuel and going out.

"Presenting new Godzilla roll, in honor of Godzilla! Spicy tuna, cream cheese, cucumber and jalapenos with Unagi on top and tempura with hot sauce all over! Enjoy!"

Lydia laughed and prodded Salaar with her elbow before eating one of the pieces. Salaar laughed back when she quickly went for her glass of water to wash it down.

"Looks like I"m a bit too intense for you to handle."

"Oh, we"ll see about that!"

"Will we then?" Lydia shot him a disapproving look and he chuckled, trying a piece for himself. It was hot but to save face he waited an adequate amount of time before sipping his water. Wong looked on approvingly the whole time. Salaar ordered a Tropical Paradise roll for dessert and told Wong to take his time.

Lydia sipped on the last cup of Sake, savoring the hint of cherry blossoms this time.

"I never asked before but what do you do outside of the Life Drawing class?"

"I am the teacher"s assistant slash subject in the Xenobiology class twice a day and aside from that I explore and experience Earth and her Humans."

"Sounds like it would get dull after a while. Discover, build, prosper, bicker, war, destroy, rinse and repeat. I"m sure your race has already experienced that more than enough to need to see it all over again." She played with a floating piece of wasabi in the teriyaki.

"True," Salaar started solemnly, "my species has suffered through war and in a way we still do but we found a way through it and have been living peacefully for around one hundred and fifty years but our peace is won through a form of war. The war we wage no longer costs lives but you will never here me say that we, as a species, are any less violent than your own." Lydia nodded, feeling like he was just proving her point.

"But you have to look at things from my perspective. I"m like a relative newborn in your world, everything is new and begging to be seen, touched, heard, smelled and tasted. I may not be sticking everything in my mouth to learn about it," Lydia giggled and brightened up, "but I am experiencing something new everyday."

Wong set the Tropical Paradise roll down and left their orders with the waitress to bring the bill. Lydia"s mouth fell agape as she stared at the roll. Rice stuffed with salmon, strawberry, avocado, tobiko and cucumber covered with slices of tuna, mango and smothered in a deep purple blueberry sauce. Salaar grinned broadly at her reaction. He deftly grabbed a piece with his chopsticks and offered it up to her, held over his cupped hand. Lydia glanced at the grinning reptile, checking for mischievous intentions before taking the piece into her mouth.

"I want you to close your eyes, good, now imagine having that exotic new taste with every new thing you experience; the creamy texture of the fish strange like every new food you taste; the freshness of the mango like every new piece of music to the ears; the fishiness of the salmon like the first time you took a deep breath of ocean air; the sweet overload of the blueberry powerful like a lover"s kiss." Lydia opened her eyes and swallowed the roll and stared into Salaar"s eyes, intoxicated by his accented poetry.

"And the sweetness of the strawberry like laying your eyes on the purest of beauties."

Lydia blushed and blinked twice as if reawakening. She looked away and finished the last of her Sake. Salaar did the same after they finished the decadent roll. He checked the bill once it arrived, filled it with cash for a generous tip and stood. Wong turned his attention to the pair as they readied to leave.

"Leaving so soon? Next time you come on real empty stomach! Be sure to bring beautiful lady with you again! I might even add Godzilla roll to menu in your honor! Good night!"

"Shall we?" Salaar inquired, motioning towards the door. Lydia nodded and stood, slipping her light jacket on.

Salaar held the door open for her and bid the hostess goodnight as they left. The setting sun cast long shadows ahead of them as they walked down the sparsely populated sidewalk. The air was warm as the heat of the day faded with the sun.

"Did you enjoy dinner, Lydia?" Salaar smiled expectantly at her. She returned the smile.

"It was wonderful! Thank you, Salaar."

"I"m glad to hear it!"

"I have a new favorite sushi joint and I even got the sushi chef to name a roll after you! I would say that tonight has been very enjoyable so far." With a surprising display of affection that caught him off guard she hugged him from the side. Salaar stopped and looked down at Lydia who looked up, blushed and returned to walking. The reptile scratched his head absently and moved to catch up to her.

Dark was upon them as they neared Lydia"s apartment building. She was walking close enough to Salaar that she was constantly rubbing arms with him. They had been chatting about her family and life as well as his own, enjoying the warm breeze that blew between the skyscrapers.

The buzz of the city had calmed from earlier but the night was young and the late night crowd was just starting to come out to party until day break.

"Almost home," Lydia said cheerfully. Salaar looked up at the building two blocks away. He was pretty sure it would be considered modern architecture; large floor to ceiling windows and most with balconies. The building itself looked fairly new, lacking the normal signs of weather wear.

"Looks rather pricey, especially since it"s downtown."

"Nah, it"s not that bad for a studio. I work full-time and go to school part-time so it"s no big deal to afford. I"m on the last year for my Bachelor"s degree."

"Not your typical poor college student then?" Lydia giggled and shook her head.

"Not at all, I do rather well for my-"

Another pedestrian ran their shoulder into Lydia"s; she began to apologize when the person tried to rip her small purse from her shoulder. The leather strap held causing Lydia to be jerked back and off balance. The assailant grunted and tried to yank it off again, pulling Lydia from her feet down onto her back side. Salaar bared his sharp, white teeth and stepped lightly over Lydia, grabbing the would-be robber"s throat in one of his massive hands, crushing their windpipe. The robber"s hands struggled to break Salaar"s grip but to no avail. Lydia quickly got back to her feet and moved behind the large alien.

Unable to breathe or emit even a whimper the robber had no choice but to stare into the eyes of the large, angry reptile. Salaar brought his face down to the robber"s, breathing heavily in his face to mock the Human"s inability to complete the simple, life sustaining task.

"Be careful who you fuck with, Human." Salaar spit the F-word in his face and hissed the last through his teeth. The reptile snapped his teeth together in the robber"s face before withdrawing. The Human had stopped struggling and was limp; Salaar could see the life draining from the Human"s eyes so he released him.

The robber crumpled to the ground, hacking and swallowing every lungful of air like it would be his last. The people that had been around on the street were all staring, mouth"s agape. One recovered from their stupor and began dialing a number on his cell phone, stepping towards the curled up Human. Salaar put an arm around Lydia"s shoulder; she was clutching her purse and quivering. They both began walking briskly towards Lydia"s apartment entrance.

"We should probably get up to your apartment quickly."

Lydia turned the key in the deadbolt and opened the door into her apartment, quickly stepping inside. Salaar stood in the hallway looking in after her. Lydia turned when she realized he wasn"t following her and rolled her eyes.

"You can come in, silly lizard."

Salaar smiled sheepishly, he thought it was customary to wait for the permission of a female before entering her home on the first date. The reptile closed and locked the door behind him to hopefully make Lydia feel safer. Glasses clinked together around the corner from the entryway; he proceeded to follow the sound and the short hallway turned into the bedroom or was it the kitchen? Salaar looked around, puzzled by Lydia"s living arrangements. He had forgotten to ask what she meant by "studio" over dinner. Lydia interrupted his train of thought by handing him a shot glass.

"After what happened tonight I need a shot. Bottoms up!" She clinked her glass against Salaar"s, emptied it in one gulp, slammed the glass on the counter, cleared her throat and shook off the strong flavor. Salaar didn"t want to look a fool so he took his and slammed the glass down next to hers. Lydia grinned and put the glasses into the sink.

"That should be enough for tonight. Take a load off, Godzilla. Have a seat on the couch and make yourself comfortable."

She kicked off her shoes and excused herself to the bathroom. Salaar wandered over to the couch that sat at the head of her bed, a flat screen television nestled against the wall. There was not a whole lot to her place but Salaar thought it felt cozy. The room wasn"t cluttered but there was also a distinct lack of open space. The colors throughout were deep hues; reds, blues and greens with dim, moody lighting. He especially liked her crimson comforter and blue pillow cases ensemble. Just looking at it made him want to crawl onto it nude, feel the down against his scales, and snuggle with Lydia. The wall clock above the television chimed quietly.

Ten o"clock.

A toilet flushed in the background followed by the sound of a running faucet. Salaar stretched out across the small couch, his butt pressed into the opposite armrest, legs hanging out in the air. He could feel the alcohol slowly taking away the edginess he"d been feeling from the earlier encounter and he was kind of getting horny.

The door to the bathroom opened and Lydia strolled out. Her hair was now up in a ponytail and the makeup she"d been wearing earlier was gone. Salaar smiled and watched her walk over, head sideways on the armrest.

"What are you looking at," Lydia asked playfully.

"An attractive Human female in the optimum age range for procreation walking my way." She smirked and put her hands on her hips once she decided Salaar was complimenting her; the thickening of his accent and sharper enunciation of certain letters a clear sign of his intoxication.

"You"re taking up the whole god-damned couch, Godzilla! You really are just an overgrown reptile. No manners at all!" Lydia shooed him to one side of the couch and sat where his torso had been occupying.

"You know you love it, don"t even try to pretend otherwise."

Salaar put an upper arm over her shoulders and a lower arm around her waist and pulled her tight against his side. He wasn"t sure if he was being too forward but he sure knew he was becoming drunk. Lydia blushed and rested her head against the alien"s large shoulder. She felt small next to him but took comfort in his physical size, especially after the robber"s earlier transgression. Salaar felt reassured as she snuggled into him.

The alcohol was breaking down mental barriers and he was starting to feel frisky, bold even. He moved the hand at her shoulder to her cheek, caressing it smoothly with his thumb, fingers stroking her throat tenderly. Lydia responded by tilting her head back and snuggling closer.

"Thank you for saving me earlier, Salaar."

"No thanks are necessary, Lydia. I should be thanking you for coming out to dinner with me and inviting me into your humble abode."

"I"m happy I did! Plus I got to see Godzilla in action, fighting crime and cleaning the sidewalks of street urchins!" Lydia giggled and wrapped her arms around Salaar"s torso, hugging between his pairs of arms.

"Assaulting riff raff and saving pretty females isn"t the only thing I"m capable of," he said slyly.

"You sound so cute when you"re drunk," Lydia giggled and looked up at him, "maybe you"ll just have to show me what else you"re capable of, lizard."

Salaar twisted his body towards Lydia, meeting her gaze before ducking his head, softly pressing his lips against hers. Lydia repositioned her arms around Salaar"s neck and pulled herself into his smooth scales. When she tugged down on his neck he followed her down, bodies fighting to switch positions without breaking the kiss. Salaar ended up straddling her thighs because the couch was far too short to lie down on top of her.

Lydia shivered when she felt the impossibly smooth scales of Salaar"s lower hands slipping under her shirt, caressing her flat belly. She also quickly became aware that it is somewhat difficult to French kiss an alien with a long snout when you possess such a short tongue; Salaar, however, did not have such a problem with his long tongue, a gift of evolution. The lizard"s tongue retreated from exploring a Human"s mouth for the first time and Lydia"s mind had another idea for that exquisite tongue and the mere thought was making her wet.

The large reptile protested when the female broke the kiss by pushing him up. She quickly told him to hush and made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. Instantly her hands began roaming his chest, reading it like a blind person reads Braille, a hungry smile upon her face.

"You have no idea how long I have been wanting to be able to touch you like this, only being able to draw you has been quite tragic."

"You are a poetic drunk, girl."

"Shut up and take off your shirt!" Salaar chuckled and did as he was told, tossing the article of clothing to the floor. She mmm"ed, continuing to both physically and mentally molest the reptile"s torso. It wasn"t long before she hooked her fingers into the waist of Salaar"s pants, playfully tugging at it. He bowed his head and restarted the previous make out session.

Lydia fumbled with the button and zipper of Salaar"s pants before finally defeating them. She couldn"t push them much farther than off the big alien"s hips so he did the removing for her, all while maintaining full lip to lip and tongue contact. Once again Lydia broke the kiss by commanding Salaar off of her and to instead sit properly on the couch. She stood in front of him, once he had fulfilled her order, eying him like she was getting ready to draw him; the feeling Salaar got from the look was much different than the previous times.

Lydia nonchalantly removed her shirt, revealing her B-cup breasts partially hidden behind a plain black bra. Salaar had to resist the urge to lean forward and let his hands loose on her supple body. She smirked and began to remove her pants, hooking her thumbs in, moving her hips side to side to shimmy out of the hip hugging pants; bending over to pull them off of her legs, giving Salaar a brilliant view of her cleavage.

The Human stood and turned around slowly, matching black bra and low cut panties an appealing combination and Salaar thoroughly enjoyed the view of the rear just as much as the front. Lydia blushed lightly as she watched the alien devour the visuals before him. She moved up to Salaar and kissed him deeply before moving down and lavishing his scales with kisses, ending between his legs. She pulled his butt towards herself and spread his legs so she could fit between his knees and began exploring.

Half of Salaar"s semi flaccid phallus hung limply from his slit and Lydia began inspecting it closely, mildly fascinated at how different his reproductive organ worked. She gripped his penis lightly and rubbed her thumb along the alien member; it felt similar to her own skin but moist, tougher and almost rubbery. Under Salaar"s instruction she rubbed the edges of his slit, amazed that the scales were even smoother than the rest of his body.

The big lizard relaxed into the couch happily, drunk and being tended to in the most intimate of ways. He continued instructing her to next slip her fingers inside and feel around for two raised spots at the base of his slit; she did so, not noticing the reptile"s slurred speech and quickly found the spots, pressing gently against them elicited a deep sigh from Salaar. She was surprised how warm his insides were for looking similar to Earth based cold-blooded reptile but she knew he didn"t evolve along the same path.

Lydia smiled to herself as Salaar"s length hardened under her attention, happy that she was quickly learning the ways to pleasure him. Once his member stopped enlarging she took note of its unique shape and size, beginning to slowly stroke from base to tip. Salaar was certainly thicker than any Human male she"d been with, about the same length but an altogether different overall shape. The base was skinnier than the rest, the shaft not a uniform thickness and the head was nearly flat with a small flare and angled towards a tip at one side where the urethra appeared to be. Lydia rubbed around the flare with a thumb and his length flexed in response.

Salaar spread his legs a little wider and smirked to himself when he realized that his tail being between his legs put it directly under Lydia and between her legs, but he decided to wait a bit before taking action. Lydia scooted closer until Salaar"s member stood at attention in front of her face, at this point she noticed his body was emitting a faint scent; it was alien with a sweet undertone and oddly arousing. She hesitantly ran her tongue up his shaft, taking a moment to try and classify the flavors in her head but coming up with no comparisons. She began to suckle the head and stroke the length in rhythm with the bobbing of her head. Salaar took a sharp breath and sighed happy that she was a quick learner, shivering as she rubbed his internal testicles.

Grinning mischievously Salaar"s tail lifted off the ground and pressed up into Lydia"s crotch, sliding back and forth against the already damp fabric. Lydia froze until she realized what was rubbing her crotch. She looked up at the grinning lizard, still stroking his length, and glared at him.

"That"s not fair, I"m already at a two arm disadvantage and now your tail moves around too!"

"My tail isn"t completely prehensile but it is quite capable of a few things and tends to have a mind of its own."

His tail ground harder against her protected slit, a shiver running up her spine. A light bulb flickered on in Lydia"s clouded mind, she wondered if Salaar was thinking the same thing. Lydia smiled up at the alien and slowly slid her panties off and discarded them. Salaar grinned back, sliding a hand through her soft hair; the middle of his tail pressing against her warm and wet slit, labia spread apart by the girth of his tail. Her body tensed and she moaned quietly before trying to grind back against the slick scales. She relished the foreign sensation on her sensitive flesh for a few moments before returning to sucking the lizard off.

The midsection of Salaar"s tail was saturated and he was breathing more heavily, about to reach his peak. Lydia was tugging on the reptile"s member with both hands, alternating sucking and licking around the head. The veins in his shaft became palpable as he became harder, his breath quicker. Then Lydia noticed his blunt claws digging into her good couch. The warm scales grinding against her disappeared, a cool draft against her slit replacing them made her shiver. Before she could protest a round point spread her labia, burrowing into her body. She moaned around the alien member in her mouth as she was spread open.

Salaar sucked in a deep breath and held it, clutching the couch tighter as the pressure in his loins evaporated; his alien seed spurting into Lydia"s waiting mouth. She was caught off guard from the invading tail tip and had to quickly swallow the reptile"s hot ejaculate or risk gagging. Salaar"s member twitched several more times; Lydia was ready this time and took a moment to taste the ample sample of thick alien spunk hitting her tongue. The consistency was odd, thicker and stickier than a Human"s and the taste outlandish; a subtle sweetness but a much stronger flavor flattened it out. She swallowed and worked the last few drops out before letting Salaar rest in the afterglow.

Lydia licked her lips and hopped onto the couch, straddling Salaar"s thighs. She planted her lips firmly against his with her hands holding her weight on his chest. Salaar didn"t waste any time, his tail quickly finding it way back between her wet folds. Lydia moaned into the kiss and gripped the alien"s chest as he slowly fucked her with his tail.

She broke the kiss and sat up straight, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. With the article of clothing off and out of the way Salaar"s upper hands quickly made their way to her unprotected breasts. Lydia shivered when scales brushed her erect nipples, sighing as he gently took hold. Since he was new to interacting with mammary glands Lydia gave him a crash course.

Salaar pulled her closer to himself and ran his rough tongue over a nipple. The female gasped as he took it between his lips, sucking and licking in unison while kneading the unattended breast. He switched between the two a couple of times, still slowly pleasing her with his tail. Salaar withdrew his tail a minute later from the panting female and told her to lay on the bed with her legs hanging over the back of the couch. It took her a moment to situate and she ended up sitting on her elbows watching the large reptile kneel between her legs.

The alien"s head dipped down between her thighs and he put her knees on his shoulders. His view of her puffy, glistening nether lips and the hint of the entrance they protected made him hard again almost instantly and hornier than ever. Salaar"s upper pair of hands slid up her body to her breasts once more while the lower pair firmly grasped her hips. Lydia watched his tongue leave his snout and slide from the bottom to the top of her slit and moaned, shutting her eyes before falling back on the bed. Salaar"s tongue tasted her twice more before he found her swollen clitoris and gently suckled on it, grinding his rough tongue against the nub of flesh. Lydia moaned loudly, gripping his head between her thighs and rubbing the top of his snout absently with one hand.

Salaar forced his thick tongue between her wet labia and into her hot interior. The taste of her flesh pleased him, imploring him to explore deeper, happy at this moment to be endowed with a long tongue. His blunt snout rubbed against her clit as his tongue explored her rough walls. Lydia"s various noises fueled his libido, her increasing wetness coating his snout while her scent filled his nostrils. Salaar could feel her heels digging into his shoulder blades trying to force his tongue deeper into her. He complied and ground his snout harder into the nub of flesh, straining his tongue deeper.

Lydia arched her back, cried out and practically crushed Salaar"s head between her thighs, nearly suffocating him with her crotch. Her muscles contracted around his invading tongue and her taste suddenly became stronger. Salaar removed his tongue once her hold on his head subsided and softly licked her slit clean of her fluids, causing her to shiver in silent bliss.

The clock over the television chimed softly and Salaar glanced over his shoulder, surprised that they had been at it for an hour already. Lydia was sitting up on the back of the couch when he turned his head back, looking past his face and down at his erection.

"Not a time waster, are you?" Salaar slurred sarcastically.

"It would be a damned shame for that lovely thing to go to waste."

Lydia slid down the back of the couch into Salaar"s lap, tilting her hips to grind against the lizard"s length. He smirked at her, wrapped both pairs of arms around her and engaged a kiss. She practically melted into his strong arms and instantly let his tongue tangle with hers. He moved his hips to grind against her in turn, her natural lubrication coating him.

With little fanfare Lydia rose on her knees until the tip of Salaar"s phallus pressed against her labia, forcing them apart as she slowly lowered herself. She pressed her face into the soft scales covering Salaar"s neck, biting his throat as his length slid deeper. Salaar"s chest rumbled in pleasure and he groped her taut butt with his lower hands. The strength of her bite reached its peak when her thighs rested atop his, feeling her insides stretching to accommodate the alien"s girth. They sat still together for a few moments, cataloging the strange and intense new sensations their mismatched bodies provided; her extremely supple flesh and tight interior contrasting his rubbery skin and odd shape.

Lydia released his throat and ground against his crotch, his hard member rubbing against her flesh in all the right ways. The reptile rocked his hips in time and ran his claws down her back, feeling her tighten around him in response. He used the hands that were firmly gripping her rear to lift her a bit in time with the thrusting of his hips. Lydia moaned and wrapped her arms around Salaar"s neck as another point of leverage.

Salaar"s snout split open to accommodate his heavier breathing, chin resting on the back of Lydia"s head which was pressed against his chest, her humid breath wafting over his scales. He groaned every few thrusts at the powerful sensation of her flesh stretching and constricting to meet every contour of his shaft. Salaar leaned Lydia against the back of the couch and took a nipple between his lips. She moaned softly and rubbed the back of his head along the alien"s spines. His entire body quivered and he sat motionless.

Lydia giggled at the reptile"s reaction and pet him a few more times, stopping so he could continue fucking her. Salaar growled playfully in return and switched to the other nipple, massaging her breasts with his upper hands.

The act continued for several minutes with the pair making various noises of pleasure more and more frequently. Lydia was panting heavily and pressing her face into Salaar"s neck, gripping his shoulders tightly. Salaar felt his length squeezed and massaged as Lydia orgasmed. He pulled her down hard, driving his member as deep as possible followed by his own orgasm filling any leftover space in her. Lydia relished the feeling of the alien"s thick, hot spunk spilling deep into her, pleasure rippling through her stretched loins.

The two of them continued to breathe heavily, leaning into each other for support as the warm afterglow faded away. After the short rest Lydia lifted herself, Salaar"s softening member sliding easily from her, and went to the bathroom. Salaar pilfered some paper towels from the counter and cleaned himself up before stumbling to the bed. He slowly found his way under the covers to keep vertigo at bay, by the time he was situated Lydia was getting in after him in much the same fashion.

Lydia rolled to face away from him and snuggled back into his smooth scaled body, sighing contentedly. Salaar wrapped both pairs of arms around her, tail coiling down her leg.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening, Godzilla." Salaar chuckled at the nickname.

"You are most welcome. Thank you for entertaining me." The innuendo was not lost even on a drunk Lydia.

"The pleasure was all mine." She especially emphasized 'all' and rubbed her rear into Salaar"s crotch.

"Better be careful, there is no telling what mood I"ll wake up in if you keep that up." Salaar whispered into her ear.

"I hope it"s a very naughty mood." Salaar laughed to himself, she was trying to seduce him even though they just had sex.

"Goodnight, Lydia." Lydia pressed her back tighter into Salaar"s chest and hugged his lower arms.

"Goodnight, Salaar."