Hope found herself riveted to the sight of his nudity as he stood beneath the shower of sand. She couldn't help but compare him to the men she'd seen. When Drogo turned to face her, his head was tipped back so he could bathe his strange hair. The rugged planes of his broad chest put most body builders to shame but didn't look out of proportion on his massive frame. She'd felt that rock-hard chest as he carried her. Drogo's arms were corded with muscles that rippled as he rubbed the sand over his bronzed flesh. He'd gripped her in those impressive arms as he ran to the ship. He hadn't even gotten out of breath.
Her eyes drifted lower.
Below his washboard stomach there was a vee shaped ridge that coincided with his hip muscles, it pointed directly at his cock.
"Holy Shit."
Drogo was packing a very impressive tool. It hung heavy between his large thighs. She couldn't really tell but it looked like there were ridges beneath the skin running along his shaft.
"Crap he's ribbed for her pleasure! Lucky alien ladies."
She shouldn't be ogling him. Dirty alien sex should be the last thing on her mind. She was incapable of moving, Drogo could easily have his wicked way with her. Why else did he bring her to his bedroom?
"Alright Hope get your mind out of the gutter!"
Too late, she felt warm and tingly all over and it had nothing to do with the drug in her system, though it didn't help. It had been way too long since she'd had sex.
"I could practically join the born again virgins."
It was no wonder her sex starved body got excited at the first naked man it witnessed in ages. Apparently he didn't even have to be human to get her motor revved.
"Is it just me or does he look larger and stiffer than he was a moment ago?"
This is so not good. Hope started to get a bad feeling about why Drogo had brought her to his bedroom.
Viper
Viper let the heat seep into him as the sand poured over his back. It had been a long day. The sand was lightly fragranced with the essence from the native Anguis pinion tree, but that's not what he smelled now.
Lepus' musky scent almost knocked Viper over. He took a deep breath in and his head reeled. There was something intoxicating and deeply erotic about her smell. Viper wanted to burrow his nose into her flesh till he found the source of that seductive perfume.
Viper wasn't new to sex, he'd mounted his fair share of females. But beyond the distinctive feminine hormone common to most species, Lepus smelled nothing like Anguis women. She smelled exotic, the scent burrowing into him, calling forth the beast within.
Viper's eyes instantly drifted to the sight of her laid out on his bed, like an offering. Those lush round hips and breasts were made for sex. He imagined what it would be like to bend her over, grip her waist, and then sink into her. Viper didn't even know if their anatomy was compatible but he desperately wanted to find out.
"This is a bad idea. That small female is rapidly leading to my undoing." Viper groaned to himself.
He could barely keep his shaft from turning rock hard.
Lepus watched him with those liquid blue eyes as he emerged from the sand pool. Viper couldn't help but flaunt a little more than necessary as he stepped into the dryer to blow off any lingering grit. He moved slowly letting her take in the sight of his body, since she was under the effects of his venom and couldn't shyly turn away, like females tended to do at the sight of a naked male.
Her sweet musky perfume doubled and Viper couldn't help the rakish grin that spread across his face as he leaned back in the dryer, flexing his posterior as he ran his hands through his hair.
"That's right female. This is what a male should look like. Not the puny males your species produces." Viper couldn't help but boast.
"What is wrong with me." Viper groaned.
Viper pulled on the short pants, that were presently too tight, and attempted to calm his wayward thoughts. If he didn't get it together, he was going to do something stupid.
"Why does she affect me this way?"
Viper finally walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed beside her. He hesitated then lifted her hand and examined the scratch left by his fang. He was relieved it looked okay.
Just barely touching her again had him riled. He held her delicate hand soaking up the sensation as he looked her over. Satisfied there were no scratches or abrasions from their run through the forest, Viper looked down at her dainty feet. Lepus' foot coverings looked uncomfortable and constricting. His people preferred to go without.
"I'm going to take these off while you lay here. They can't be comfortable." At least that was the excuse Viper used to remove them.
Viper lifted her foot and untied the shoe pulling it free then leaned over her to do the other. Her breathing increased and so did her scent. Lepus' sweet perfume was strongest at the apex of her thighs. Viper really wanted to strip off her pants to see what hid beneath. His tongue itched, and he tasted a distinctive spicy flavor. The realization was like a bucket of cold water.