The Complete Alien's Bride

by Yamila Abraham

  Lisette whimpered as the potent orgasm made muscles deep inside her seize. Her stomach muscles clenched through each wondrous contraction. She squeezed her arms around him. He was still moving, coaxing more riotous ecstasy out of her. She tensed with every shuddering spasm. Then she was gasping. He stopped grinding her clit just when she couldn’t bear it anymore.

  His cockhead went back to the opening of her sex and pushed in.

  “Ah!”

  She stung with faint pain, but this quickly abated. Her insides were sensitized and throbbing in the wake of her orgasm. Prax-Denay stretched and mashed her pulsating insides as he worked his enormous cock steadily into her. Her g-spot became crushed beneath his organ, producing another ecstatic whimper from her. He pushed until he’d reached her limit and then froze.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No,” she said, while still breathless.

  “You feel…umph…so good, Lisette.”

  He pumped with his hips in and out of her. The feelings were intense, even veering toward pain. She could see his desperation, however. Each thrust came with a throaty grunt. His muscles trembled to retrain control. In just moments he breathed a staggered yelp. She felt his member convulsing within her. Prax-Denay grimaced as though in agony. She could feel tickling droplets spilling out of her. He tensed and groaned and continued to fill her. Then finally he lowered down for soft kisses.

  “We’re one now,” he whispered.

  Lisette gushed with euphoric warmth. She met his lips while clinging to him. This was what she’d wanted from a partner. Prax-Denay’s passion, his skill—she was still aroused just being held by him.

  But her throbbing sex was in a puddle. She nudged for him to get off and climbed from the bed. Prax-Denay clasped her arm.

  “Where are you going?”

  Seed dribbled down her inner thighs. Lisette was surprised it didn’t embarrass her more.

  “Just to…wash up.”

  His eyes bulged. “Wash up? You think we’re done?”

  He sprang from the bed after her. Lisette gasped. The large man’s arms were clasping her naked body once again. Prax-Denay turned her away from him and pressed her bosom against the wall. He huddled behind her to apply a sensual kiss to her nape. His hands curled around her hips, then upwards to fondle her breasts.

  “I haven’t had my fill of you.”

  Lisette’s heart was racing yet again. His member was against her ass and his fingers mercilessly plucked at her erect nipples. In short moments it was hard for her to stand. She braced up both arms against the wall. Her middle had turned watery again. The nipple play caused echoing twinges to her clit.

  Prax-Denay nudged her legs open wider. His prehensile cock snaked its way into her from behind.

  “Oh…”

  He thrust with the whole of his pelvis while she remained braced against the wall.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Mm.”

  One of his groping hands lowered from her breasts to her sex. Deft fingers teased her twinging clitoris while he continued to pump his tremendous cock into her.

  She bit her lip. “Mmf!”

  “Don’t hold back your cries. You don’t have to feel embarrassed with me.”

  “Nahg!”

  She stood on tiptoes and orgasmed into his hand. His fingers and cock had to feel her clenching muscles.

  “Mmph, good girl.” He tickled her wet clit with more pressure.

  “Enk! Ah!”

  Her trembling legs gave beneath her. She slid down onto her bent knees, dislodging his engorged cock. Prax-Denay followed her down to roughly pluck her back up. He turned her facing him, lifted her splayed thighs over his elbows, and penetrated her while she was suspended between him and the wall. Lisette’s inner thigh’s quaked. She clutched him around the shoulders to better secure herself. His cock plowed in her still throbbing sex while she hovered several feet above the floor.

  He kissed her ruggedly while keeping up a rhythm of hard thrusts. His enormous cock ravished that sensitive prickly place inside her with each thrust. Her clit got the ticklish sensation of needing to pee, but this was just the pressure from within agitating her. He thrust harder. His face became fiercer. She looked at him both weary and aroused. Her body was being propelled toward the buzzing warmth of a third orgasm. She winced as the ecstatic spasms mercilessly barraged her. She’d never been lit up inside like this before.

  He growled and came again. Lisette watched his face and stomach muscles tense. Prax-Denay yowled like an animal in pain. She could feel is cock pulsing. The excess sperm gushed onto the floor this time. He finished with an anguished shudder.

  Lisette was lowered onto the bed again. He climbed above to kiss her. She waited with staggered breaths for the ache of arousal to abate.

  “I want to…take you again. Is it too much?”

  She groaned softly.

  He kissed her with some fervency and broke away. “I’ll save it for the morning then. But if you want to bathe you’ll have to do so with me.”

  This made her smile. He gave her another kiss, and then carried her into his bathroom. Robots rolled in without the need of a command to clean the floor and stripped their soiled bed sheets.

  Lisette woke up to a clicking sound. She saw that Prax-Denay was holding a tablet up to take their picture. She blinked the sleep out her eyes with confusion. The events of last night crystallized in her mind, but without any horror or regret. Prax-Denay’s body was warm beside her. She nestled closer under their blanket.

  “This picture is our marriage record. That was the last step to make our bond official.”

  “Um…”

  “Yes?”

  “It’s supposed to be a secret.”

  He tapped some buttons on the tablet making the image of them disappear. “I’m not announcing it. This is for my own gratification. You’re mine. Whenever I look at that picture I can take solace in that fact.”

  Lisette stretched and yawned. “You’re mine, too.”

  Prax-Denay’s brow rose. “Oh? You presume to be an equal to me?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  “You’re still a slave, my dear.”

  “You’re an Etee—whatever.”

  “Etiken.” He laughed softly and caressed her hair. “I don’t care if I have to show some diffidence to you. Your happiness gives me pleasure.”

  Lisette pecked him with a kiss.

  They didn’t have the sex Prax-Denay had promised that morning. Lisette met him in the lab after returning to her own room to dress. Work commenced as usual. This time when he checked on her progress at a console he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Lisette had to stifle a flurry of joy in order to answer his questions. Then, at lunch he pulled her onto his lap and fed her twelve morsels spread out in twelve little bowls. The first was warm and sweet. The second one was cold and tasted of vinegar. Lisette squealed and fussed. Prax-Denay stayed focused on her responses with a delighted smile.

  After lunch she hunched over a console to tap some buttons. Prax-Denay came behind her and groped her bottom. She spun on him with a mischievous smile. His face was serious, however.

  He knocked equipment off a central table, bent her over it, yanked up her dress, pulled down her panties, and perked his member against her sex from behind. She was slightly dry from the suddenness. As he wriggled against her the sensual pressure made her moisten. She was slick when he started to thrust.

  The eroticism of being taken in their lab made her thighs quiver. He fucked her with strong deliberate movements, grunting as he did. His broad hands clutched her hips and he leaned over to place hard kisses on her neck. Lisette came with an involuntary whimper. Her middle shuddered as though she wept. She was clawing the smooth table trying to find something to grasp, something to anchor her during the desperate urgency she felt.

  Prax-Denay closed over her so that his body weight pressed her down. He was shaking. His cock had buried deep enough to make her feel stretched lengthwise.


  “Ohhhh…ohhhh.” His visceral grunts lit fire inside her. His member was contracting while her own sex still convulsed. Seed dripped onto the floor.

  He stayed embedded in her while gently kissing her nape in the aftermath.

  “Was that all right?” he said.

  “Of course.”

  “I just wanted you so badly…I couldn’t…I didn’t even…”

  She turned enough to meet his eyes. “I wanted you, too.”

  Prax-Denay formed an expression joyful anguish. He turned her around to kiss and embrace her. She only let this go on a short while. She had visions of Jorenkis walking in and catching them both exposed. They separated and righted their clothes.

  “Um…”

  He caressed the side of her face. “Yes?”

  “Can you get me pregnant?”

  “Have no fear about that. I researched it a few days ago. Humans must be surgically altered to be fully compatible for breeding.”

  Her brow furrowed.

  “I’m sure you haven’t received this alteration yet. Paggellatin doesn’t have a full human processing clinic. You’d have to go to our capital or back to Earth. It seems I worried about Jorenkis’ threat of castration for no reason. The Druid Archment prohibited Etiken from breeding outside our caste. We can’t breed as you are, so there was never any justification for castrating me.”

  She nodded with some relief. Then she got a solvent to clean up the puddle of sperm on the floor. Prax-Denay stood watching her with a smirk.

  “He’s not going to sneak up on us. I’ll hear the front doors chiming long before he gets near the lab.”

  She nodded again. Of course, she’d heard the doors chime before when she went in or out. It was something easily ignored and forgotten. She realized she needed to trust Prax-Denay’s judgment more. If he didn’t worry, then neither should she.

  They were innocently working in the lab together the following week when the doors did chime. Lisette sent Prax-Denay a panicked look. Jorenkis had been gone so long his return felt like a violation.

  Prax-Denay eyed her calmly. “Don’t be scared of him, my dearest. Just continue doing your work.”

  Lisette turned her chair back to the console and attempted to. Her fingers faltered. Did her ass leave an imprint on the wall when he fucked her standing up yesterday? Did his seed get cleaned up after they had sex in the kitchen? Would Jorenkis be able to tell she hadn’t been sleeping in her own bed?

  “Hello?”

  The two exchanged a puzzled look. This was not Jorenkis’ voice. Prax-Denay popped up from his chair. Lisette followed a few steps behind him.

  In the lobby was the middle-aged friend of Jorenkis with the sideburns and earrings. He stood propped on an ornate cane with a flowing cape attached to the shoulders of his tunic. Lisette could not remember his name (or if she’d ever been told it).

  “Lord Drathek,” Prax-Denay said.

  Drathek wrinkled his nose with disdain Lisette thought a little too obvious. “Oh. Hello, Prax. Jorenkis not here then?”

  “I haven’t seen Jorenkis for a month.”

  “Is that so? And here we thought he was holed up with his little girlfriend.”

  “I presumed he was out carousing with your group.”

  “No. Haven’t seen him.”

  “Maybe he’s dead, then,” Prax-Denay said through a smile.

  Lisette stepped out of the lab. Drathek gasped. He pointed his cane at her.

  “So it’s just been the two of you alone here the entire month?”

  Prax-Denay crossed his arms. “Are you implying something?”

  “I damn sure am! I know you’ve not been properly neutered. Are you going to tell me you haven’t laid a hand on this girl?”

  “Properly neutered? You speak of me as though I’m an animal.”

  Drathek brushed past him. “Oh gods, you’re worse than an animal.” He captured Lisette’s wrist despite her lunging back from him. “My dear, are you well? This is quite a deplorable situation. Jorenkis should be flogged for his negligence. Tell me what Prax has done to you, and don’t fear repercussions from him. You’re under the protection of Lord Elentinus. We can get you safe, my darling.”

  “I…I’m fine.” She tried to pull her hand free.

  “You don’t sound fine.”

  “She always sounds like that!” Prax-Denay said.

  He turned back to yell. “Shut up, you fiend!” He produced a kind face once again. “Tell me, has he touched you, my dear? You needn’t be ashamed. It’s none of it your fault.”

  She shook her head. “He…no. Nothing. Nothing’s happened.” It felt as though a giant fist were clenching and twisting her gut.

  “You fear to speak in front of him, don’t you?”

  She continued shaking her head.

  “It’s alright. Let’s step outside.”

  He tugged her. Lisette stayed in place, but then he yanked. She stumbled forward. The man attempted to drag her. Lisette pulled back with all her strength.

  “No!”

  Drathek looked back at her.

  Tears were already behind her eyes. Her throat felt choked, but she forced out more words. “I like it here.”

  Drathek’s brow rose. Lisette wrenched her arm free.

  She snuffled. “You’re…interrupting our work.”

  The affronted alien placed a hand on his chest.

  “Indeed, Lord Drathek,” Prax-Denay said, with a look of abject hatred. “Do you want to be the one to explain to Lord Matoranis why we’ve missed his deadline?”

  Drathek wet his lips. He considered Lisette a moment more then set his angry glare on Prax-Denay. The rotund man moved his face mere inches from him.

  “Listen you shit-swilling, garbage-picking lecher! I know damn well you can’t be trusted any further than I can throw you. She may not realize what kind of beast has seduced her—but I do!”

  “I haven’t even breathed the same air as her. This is a place of work.”

  “Liar! If I had a month alone with her she’d damn sure be in my bed. You’re going to claim an Etiken has more control than a nobleman?”

  “Yes, you bigoted fool, because if I touch her I’ll lose everything.”

  Drathek sneered and moved away from him. He made a bow to Lisette. “It was a pleasure to see you again, my dear.” He glowered once more at Prax-Denay. “You’ve not heard the last of this.”

  Prax-Denay fumed and headed back for the lab. “Of course. Petty fools like you have nothing better to do than become irritations. I’m the only one on this world bettering our society.”

  “Pah!” Drathek exited the glass doors with loud thumps of his cane. Lisette watched him get into his flying car and take off before reentering the lab.

  Prax-Denay sat at the central table with his forehead resting in his hand. Lisette took timid steps over to him. She was still trembling from how she’d raised her voice. There were only a half-dozen times in her life when she could remember standing up for herself. The thought of anything happening to Prax-Denay made her desperate. He was something worth fighting for, no matter how difficult it was for her, and no matter how contrary it was to her personality.

  He was her husband and she loved him.

  The revelation made her tremble even further. She thought of them as boyfriend and girlfriend until an outsider showed up. Sure, Prax-Denay talked about a marriage ritual and so forth, but this was the Dak-Hiliah’s customs, not hers. She’d happily gone along with things as Prax-Denay defined them because she was direly smitten with him. Then the sex—the sex turned her happy world to a paradise. She felt at the peak of her womanly powers, and Prax-Denay showed her such great respect that she had no trouble getting dirty with him. In truth, she’d been playing a game of marriage with him. Today it turned real. He became her family, whom she needed to protect.

  She went to her husband and hugged him from behind. He stood to pull her into a tighter embrace. She let the sobs rise up and shudder through her chest.
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br />   “Don’t let that oaf bring you to tears.”

  He caressed her hair, but she couldn’t stop herself. She was overwhelmed, not just by the fight, but the prospect of more strife in their future. Their wonderful world had just been invaded by monsters.

  “He has no proof we’ve been intimate. The worst he can do is complain to the High Council that Jorenkis left us alone together. That would be an asinine waste of council time, and he’d make an enemy of Jorenkis. There are too few Dak-Hiliah left for him to have an aristocrat as an enemy on his home planet.”

  She pulled back so she could look at him through her steamed-up glasses. “He won’t…cause more trouble?”

  Prax-Denay wiped a tear from her cheek. “Not unless I get you pregnant.”

  She squeezed him again.

  “Forget about Lord Drathek. Forget about Jorenkis. This is our domain, Lisette. They’re but temporary nuisances.” He soothed her back. “Don’t let them ruin our happiness.”

  Lisette closed her eyes and focused on the warmth of his embrace. He’d said just what she needed to hear.

  Late the next morning they heard the chimes of the door. Lisette’s stomach clenched. Prax-Denay headed out of the lab, giving her shoulder a little squeeze as he passed. She followed a few steps behind.

  Prax-Denay went to the doorway of Jorenkis’ office. “Oh. So you’re not dead.”

  “Fuck off.”

  He took a small bow. “As you wish.”

  “No. Wait. Go get that girl in here.”

  Prax-Denay looked at her. She stepped into the office with her head lowered.

  “Hey, beautiful,” Jorenkis said with his car salesman smile. “You finally got some decent clothes. Have a seat.”

  She looked at the chair but didn’t move toward it.

  “Sit.” Jorenkis barked the word this time. She took the chair.