The Complete Alien's Bride

by Yamila Abraham

  He gave a sheepish Dak-Hiliah nod without turning toward me.

  “Master,” Kang said in the Dak-Hiliah language, “May I take Mistress Maritza to the infirmary and see to her injury for you?”

  I blinked at him through my tears.

  Whore stood. “See to it at once.” He strode for the door. “I’ll look at what you wrote at the end of the day.” He left.

  I clutched Kang’s metal arm thing. “Thank you.”

  “Of course, mistress.”

  We walked together. My legs were shaking so I hung on to him. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you, you know, back then.”

  “There’s no need to apologize, mistress.”

  I hugged my body against him.

  Once I’d been healed I had Kang get me something cold to drink to sooth my raw throat. (It tasted like peanut butter milk).

  I read the tablet with Whore’s letter a second time to figure out the formatting. The salutation was impossible to translate into English. It was something like, ‘There is no suitable salutation that would be honorable enough for you, so may I die for even trying,’ but all abbreviated into two symbols. It seemed archaic the way the word ‘dear’ was in letters in English. I mean, we don’t actually consider every person we write letter to ‘dear’ to us. It’s just the customary way to start a letter.

  I decided to try to write in the Dak-Hiliah language. The words were in my head, right? Maybe the writing was in my fingers.

  Well, it wasn’t. It was really awkward trying to copy the pictogram for the salutation. It looked scribbly. I groaned. But then, right before my eyes, the crappy thing I drew turned into a sleek uniform character. My brow rose. The screen recognized my horrible handwriting and turned it into a clean…um…font?

  “Wow.”

  Okay. I felt like I could manage now. I spent half the day organizing and planning and the other half actually writing. With just a teeny bit of practice I was able to scrawl out the Dak-Hiliah writing without any trouble. I found myself thinking in this alien language that was so different from English. If only I could go back to my own time and impress someone.

  I’d planned on giving Pakpo a blueprint to use for husband/wife relations, but, as Whore had shown me, I was far too uninformed to write something that ambitious. I decided instead to tell him what I thought was the ideal situation, which was my experience with Elentinus (minus his asshole servant, of course). I described how Elentinus had gently coaxed me into my new role, and how I was able to embrace it and find happiness. I didn’t mention our first time in bed together, but I did allude to the fact that we were ‘breeding.’ I understood that other Dak-Hiliah men had taken wives under horrible old rules and may have done irreparable to their relationships. However, I closed by saying that the men should strive to make things right as best they can. If their wives are happy they will be happy too. I sure felt Elentinus was.

  That was as far as I went. Things were too complicated for me to come up with a strict set of rules to replace what Shindray had given them. My goal was a change of attitude. This wasn’t liberation for the women; it was liberation for the men. They needed to shrug off the chains Shindray had looped around their necks and start trying to be happy.

  I read it three times, making little edits here and there. All and all I was pretty damn proud of it.

  Kang whirred on his wheels for no reason. When I looked back I saw that Whore was skulking in the doorway reading my letter on the board. He came in closer once I’d discovered him. I let him read in silence. My heart had sped up, but it wasn’t full panic. I wanted to get this part over with.

  “You should indicate that you were very spoiled prior to coming here and had an inflated sense of entitlement.”

  I crossed my arms. “Why would I do that?”

  “So that Pakpo knows not all women need to be coddled the way you were.”

  Elentinus laughed from the doorway. We both looked back.

  “That’s your only critique, Hor?”

  He entered and gave Whore a squeeze on the shoulder. “You’re getting softer in your old age. I would have thought you’d tear this whole letter apart.”

  Whore stuck his nose in the air. “Of course not, master. She merely recounted your adept handling of the situation.”

  Elentinus looked at me. “I’m glad you two seem to be working together well. I truly am.”

  I forced a half-smile. Sure. He just had to smack me around a little.

  Elentinus sat at a chair turned parallel to the conference table. Whore and I sat in two seats near him. He stretched out his legs and reclined back to read my letter. His eyes softened, and I saw him smile a few times. As I reread what I wrote I realized I hadn’t considered his reaction. I’d been incredibly open because I was trying to make a compelling argument for change. My heartfelt account of everything I’d been through was now being read by my husband. I blushed, but at the same time I was glad he knew how I felt.

  Elentinus reached towards me. “Come here, my darling.”

  I moved beside him. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me onto his lap. I gazed into his dark eyes.

  “It’s a wonderful letter,” he said softly.

  I made a forlorn smile. I had a lot of left over emotion in my chest from Whore’s abuse earlier. It bubbled up so fast I got a choked weepy feeling just from this simple praise. Elentinus gave me what I needed to make this Hellish day right. He made my suffering worth it.

  He joined our mouths in a gentle kiss and stroked my hair. I hugged myself against him. Oh, this big wonderful man was all mine. Sitting on his lap was both sexy and sublime.

  “Hor, send it to Pakpo tonight, with my highest recommendation, and without any editing.”

  “Yes, master.”

  Whore stood and touched a tablet against the screen. All my writing erased and I glimpsed it on the tablet in red and purple.

  Elentinus gazed at me with his lips parted. Some of his sweetness went away and I saw his eyes glimmer like a cat’s.

  “Now leave us,” he said, “and close the door.”

  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and met his deep kiss before Whore exited. I wanted him to see how much his master loved me. In the seconds it took for the door to slide closed I’d forgotten all about Whore. The sweet warmth inside of me, and Elentinus’ hot, eager mouth were the only things I could comprehend. I was flushed when he separated our lips.

  He stared into my eyes several moments. I noticed a touch of weariness in his face.

  “What a wretched day I’ve had,” he said.

  I made a sympathetic noise and felt his silky hair. “Tell me.”

  “Later.” He unhooked my dress. “I have a confession to make.”

  I fluttered my eyes with interest.

  “I managed to keep my spirits up…by imagining your beautiful breasts.”

  I stifled an embarrassed giggle. My face felt like it had gone beet red. I pursed my lips a moment to compose myself, and then got the top half of my dress off. The camisole bra thing underneath showed plenty of cleavage and my hard nipples made two little bumps.

  Elentinus leaned down and kissed the swell of my breast, causing an ecstatic flutter in my middle. He fondled both sides through the thin material of the camisole. My nipples perked up into tingly beads.

  “Ah…Maritza.” Elentinus seemed to be sighing. “I just want to see your naked body in the stark light of this room.” He gave me a longing stare. “Is that too presumptuous?”

  I restrained a smile of embarrassment. My face probably got kind of goofy-looking, with the edges of my mouth pulled down to battle the smile and my raging blush. I know the silliness wasn’t sexy, but my choices were either being bashful or slutty. I couldn’t pull off sluttiness yet. Maybe after we’d been married for a year?

  “I don’t mind,” I said, while still being too embarrassed to meet his lustful stare. I tugged up the bottom of my camisole with both hands and let my boobs tumble free.

  Elentinus grun
ted in approval. He soothed both round sides with his hand, stimulating my already perked nipples. He pinched one hard enough to hurt. The throb his fingers left behind put a stagger in my breath. He gave the other side the same rough treatment.

  I liked his aggressiveness. He’d eased me into a vulnerable position, but then took control. Elentinus had this sexy, powerful, older man vibe that I was too inexperienced to challenge. This flavor of dominance kept me thrilled. I was going to be ravaged in scary ways—and he made me want it.

  Elentinus plucked up my breast and attached his mouth to it. He sucked and battered my nipple with his tongue until I was digging my nails into the armrest. One breast popped free from his mouth and he attacked the other. He didn’t stop until both my nipples were dark, swollen and glistening. My breathing had sped up, making them heave. He stared at them while licking his lips.

  He put his hand in the waistband of my panties. “Get completely naked for me.”

  I struggled to maneuver out of my dress and panties while remaining perched on his lap.

  “I want to feel you orgasm against my hand.”

  I froze just as I’d exposed my ass. The words caused the shiver of goose bumps to pop up over my whole body.

  Elentinus kissed my neck causing another sweet shiver.

  “I daydreamed about that today, also.”

  My awkward position required me to recover fast from the shock. I got free of my clothes and let them drop off. Once I toed off my shoes I was completely nude.

  I hugged my arms against my middle. My heart was racing. Why was it so damned sexy to be naked while he was still fully dressed? I felt like some primitive native girl who didn’t wear clothes. This put Elentinus in the role of modern conqueror. The eroticism of it all started to get me worked up. When his hand slipped between my legs I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

  Elentinus leaned close enough for me to hear his heavy breathing. “You like it when I finger you?”

  I gasped, both from his suddenly firm rubbing, and his audacious question. He was warming me up by rubbing the flesh guarding my slit. I could still feel tingles on my clit and a little purr of arousal deeper inside me. His fingers got slick after grinding the area half a minute.

  I winced and didn’t even try to answer him. He knew I loved it. Elentinus could touch me better than I touched myself. I didn’t know how that was possible. Maybe it was due to his stronger hands? That didn’t explain how he was so good at zeroing in on the prickly spot inside me. Elentinus pried a finger in and all my focus went back to the piercing pleasure of his hand.

  “Here.”

  He stopped rubbing and turned me so I was straddling his lap, facing him. He put my arms around his neck so I could hold on. Then he parted his knees wide, opening my legs at the same time. My cooch hovered in the space between his legs. I felt a pang of trepidation in my middle. All my delicate girl bits were sticking out.

  Elentinus looked at me and did this sexy little brow lift. I was dubious, but he seemed pretty damned pleased with himself.

  He clutched my ass with one hand and put the other between my legs. His fingers came in direct contact with my tingly clitoris. I jolted. He started gently mashing his palm into my clit and I realized I’d gotten swollen. The overload of stimulation made me gasp and lift my hips. Elentinus held me back in place with his grip on my ass. He put two fingers inside of me and twiddled them against that oh so ticklish spot.

  “Fsst!” I bit my bottom lip. I couldn’t squirm away from his hand in this position and he was bringing me to the brink fast.

  His started pressing into me hard, with his fingers grinding inside me. No matter how I arched my hips he still pinpointed my pleasure spot. My clit was already throbbing so furiously under his palm he had to feel it. I dug my nails into his shoulders. That wonderful itch right before orgasm started buzzing deep in the fibers of my flesh.

  He pulled his hand away.

  All the air deflated from my lungs and I slumped against him. A droplet escaped from where I hovered so precariously on his lap. I managed to meet his eyes weakly.

  Elentinus smiled at me. He moved the hand holding my ass to my crack and started to rub my asshole with one finger. My chest filled with air again in an instant. I couldn’t keep locked on his eyes while this new sublime pleasure was assaulting my backside. He was digging into a tremendous nerve cluster without penetrating. The ecstasy radiated out through my whole pelvis. All my muscles down there started clenching with twinges of pleasure. He even got my stomach to tremble. The prickly pre-orgasm feeling came back, but this wonderful massage couldn’t send me over the edge. I stayed right on that exquisite precipice, tingling and quivering, with all my muscles tense.

  I made what sounded like a whimper. Yes, definitely a whimper. I was so close it was torture. Magnificent torture.

  Elentinus stroked my hair with his free hand. “I want you to come hard for me, Maritza. Let me feel the muscles inside you squeeze my fingers.”

  I grimaced. “Why…why are you being so dirty today?” I asked this softly so he knew it wasn’t a complaint.

  “My dear, this is how I am.”

  I shot a glance at him.

  “I was just easing you into it before.”

  My brow rose. My husband was a horndog?

  He curled his finger against the taut ring of my asshole. My back arched.

  “Ohh!”

  Before I could recover he dove his other hand between my thighs and jabbed two fingers into me. He seized the whole area and started yanking his hand up. In seconds I was forced to have the most powerful orgasm of my life. My legs flailed so bad I had to hold onto him tight. My insides became wracked with mind-blowing convulsions in two places: near the front, where it echoed in twitches of my clit, and deeper in, where it would clench and hold for tremendous milliseconds of ecstasy. His hand became gentle, with fingers rubbing firm circles over my labia. My thighs trembled, my stomach muscles strained, and the involuntary spasms of ecstasy kept going. I was bucking up from his lap with my teeth clenched. The last spasms made me hiss like I’d touched a hot stove. When I closed my eyes I saw specs of light dancing through the darkness.

  Then, finally, my legs lost their strength and I slumped over him. Elentinus stood and threw me face-down over the edge of the table. I heard him tear off his cock-sheathe thing. The next second I felt him pushing into me from behind. I was so wet it took only one hard thrust for his enormous cock to pop in.

  “Ngh!”

  He was rough this time, but I could take it. One of his visceral grunts roared out with every hard thrust. He came fast with an extra-loud growl.

  My legs felt as loose as water, but his huge cock had lit me up inside. I knew I could have come again if he’d wanted to keep going.

  Elentinus exhaled a groan and leaned over my back to kiss my nape.

  “I needed that,” he said.

  Something in his voice got me to see past the haze of pleasure I was in. “What happened today?”

  He sighed again. “Everything’s bad… it’s all my fault.”

  I struggled to roll over. His cock was still inside me and didn’t want to budge. With effort, I managed to turn on my back and face him. I kissed his dewy lips softly.

  “Tell me.”

  He ran his fingers through my hair. “The council…we’re discussing war.”

  I gave him a look of concern.

  “It’s against the Aquars. Conniving little worm people, out to destroy us. We think…well, we know, they’ve been the ones stealing our human brides.”

  I swallowed.

  He made a forlorn smile. “Rescuing might be a better word. You’re aware of the situation.”

  I nodded.

  “They’re such sniveling cowards, Maritza. We gave them the Instajant vaccine and asked for nothing in return. By rights they should be our slave world, just like Earth. Not only are they ungrateful, they sneak behind our backs to thwart our repopulation efforts. We think they even attacke
d a gestation facility.”

  My future babies! “They destroyed it?”

  “No. We’re too well fortified. They have more success where we’re weaker. We have a mere thousand human brides. They’re picking apart their ranks by the dozens. I know they’re the ones who helped Sasha run away. She’s the source of all my trouble, Maritza.”

  I became puzzled. “You’re old wife?”

  “Ex-wife. I tore our marriage record in half to dissolve our union. This is the first council session since she’s been gone. Last time I voted against war with the Aquar Empire. They’re the founders of the Alliance. They’ll claim they’ve done nothing to deserve our attacks and get their allies to support them. We’re in no shape for such a massive conflict. But then something happened which called for a special session of the ruling council. Our spies have evidence that Sasha is living on Rendam, an Aquar world. She used the Universal Network to seek a way off Rendam, through work or a new mate.”

  “Wow.”

  He caressed the side of my face. “I’m not surprised she’s unhappy. Nothing could make her happy.”

  I frowned.

  “The Aquars tried to erase her postings, but it’s impossible to wipe all traces. We finally have proof they’ve wronged us. Half the council thinks it’s sufficient to discourage their allies from getting involved. I still say that a war right now, when we’re still so vulnerable, is foolhardy. I’m the most junior member of the council, however. It’s far too early in my career to stand against the old guard. Sasha is my ex-wife, and I’m the deciding vote.”

  I shook my head. “There’s too few Dak-Hiliah left for you to go to war.”

  “They argue that there will be even fewer if we don’t stop them from taking our women.”

  “Isn’t it better to focus on protecting the women rather than going to war?”

  He made a patient smile. “Of course. Except they’re so sneaky we don’t know how they’re managing to steal them. Consider Sasha for instance. She lived here, just as you do. We were in orbit when she disappeared. How was that even possible?” He traced his finger down my throat. “I put a force field leash on you. You don’t feel it or see it, but it’s there. It’s based on an ancient technology given to us by the druids centuries ago. Sasha’s escape from my vessel was so shocking that collars were ordered for all the remaining human brides. Is it enough to protect you? I don’t know. I can’t know until I’ve learned how Sasha escaped.” He looked into my eyes gravely. “I’d rather destroy the Aquars than risk losing you.”