Their lips and tongues wrangled together sensuously within the hot seal of their mouths, but this time her whole body got to feel his passion. He ground against her. Every inch of her flesh became ignited by his rapturous movements. He held her tight while also pinning her with his body. She let herself get swept away by how he moved on top of her. Her sex was firmly stimulated beneath the protective folds of flesh that guarded it. His deliberate moves made her toes curl. It was as if he already made love to her. Mere seconds passed and Selena felt like she was melting into the cushions. He had her breathless, achingly aroused, and flustered so greatly she could barely keep her arms around his strong back.
She couldn’t have broken away if she wished to. Hern was pressing her into the cushions. She just remained slack, with her thighs parted and her mouth open to his kiss. The ambrosial torment would go on as long as he wished it. Selena accepted all he wished to give her.
In time his moist lips parted from hers. He was panting now, with his hot breath hitting her face.
“Oh, Selena.”
She gazed at him through heavy-lidded eyes. It took her a moment to come down from her blur of ecstasy. Then she said, “Are we…going to do it here? Not on the bed?”
He laughed softly against her mouth. “The bed. Yes.”
Hern peeled himself off her. She couldn’t make any motion to follow. Her body coursed with tingly bliss where he’d pressed against her. She was sure her legs no longer worked.
Hern lowered to pluck her up with both his strong arms. Selena’s eyes widened in a moment of vertigo. He carried her to his lush round bed and placed her in the center. Before joining her, he opened his robe and let it drop. He wore nothing beneath it.
Selena suddenly had enough strength to sit up and gape at him. Her betrothed allowed it. He remained standing while her eyes coursed over his lean muscular body. He had no body hair, and the pink tattoos were present throughout his flesh. His manhood took hold of her gaze. It was the length of her forearm, the diameter of her wrist, and dangled straight down in front of his legs. Her face became perplexed.
“I won’t hurt you, Selena,” he said, misinterpreting her concern.
She was sure he would, but also sure she could endure it. “Why aren’t you aroused?” She certainly was. He’d seemed as full of desire as her.
Hern gave an incredulous scoff. “You think I’m not aroused? Selena—I’m burning for you right now. It’s all I can do not to tear that robe off your body and ravage you.”
Her face was still plaintive. “You’re not erect.”
Now his face became perplexed. “What are you talking about?”
“How can you make love to me if you’re flaccid?”
He continued to look confused. “Is this something related to human males? Selena, my dear, trust me. I’ll have no trouble penetrating you.”
His member lifted up off his thighs like a third arm. Selena gasped. Hern climbed on to the bed next to her with the large organ prodding outward.
She couldn’t resist…her hand closed over the bulbous bisected head. Now Hern gasped.
“It’s…what do you call it?” The word eluded her for a moment in all the languages she now knew. “Prehensile?” She squeezed.
“Ah!”
Just as he’d insinuated, the warm organ was extraordinarily firm. She groped down the shaft with fast squeezes. Hern’s teeth began to chatter.
“Oh! You wicked creature!”
When she reached the base she brought her head closer to inspect it. The organ had a mound beneath it. She fondled it firmly with one hand.
“Gah!” Hern fell onto his back. His face was contorted and his teeth continued to chatter.
Selena brought her other hand against the mound to knead it gently. She mistakenly presumed this was a testicle, then noticed swollen pouches in his inner thighs. Her hands moved to each one, urging his thighs open in the process. They gave off greater heat than the rest of his flesh. She massaged them.
“What are these?”
“Ugh! My gonads! Ah!”
She gave one a tender squeeze. Hern arched his back and yowled. His penis curled down to knock her hand away. Selena gave a shocked laugh.
“That’s amazing!”
She grabbed his shaft with both hands again. The organ jerked itself free. She laughed and caught it again.
“It’s so strong!”
Hern whimpered. His chest was heaving out fast breaths. “You’re driving me wild!”
“You’ve made me just as weak and crazy as you are now more than once. This is only fair.”
“But, Selena…”
She nudged his hip. “Roll onto your stomach. I want to see if your behind is different than a human’s too.”
He groaned, but obeyed. “I…I expect to be able to look at you just as thoroughly.”
She kept her lips sealed rather than promise anything. It was wonderful to be in control. She accepted that her power would be fleeting.
Hern’s bottom was composed of two round muscled cheeks that looked to have come from an ancient Greek statue. She parted his blue cheeks and saw a typical anus. It looked immaculately clean—so much that she felt it fine to press a finger against the creased opening.
Hern jolted onto his side. “Enough, you minx! How do you know our sensitive places so well? You’ve never even—“
“I’ve seen naughty films,” she said with a pleased smile.
Hern lurched for her. “My turn.”
She careened backwards on the bed and he moved on top, with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He opened her robe in a swift movement. Selena became docile. He didn’t spark fear in her. She wanted to see what he would do.
The sight of her exposed breasts knocked all the aggression out of him. His breath gave an audible stagger.
“You’re so lovely. Your skin…is like cream.”
His hand hovered over one of her breasts while trembling slightly.
“It’s okay to touch me,” she whispered.
He connected to the soft flesh, then brought his other hand to the second peak. Her nipples hardened beneath his groping fingers. He lowered to kiss her while feeling over the whole of her precious bosom. Selena became weak once again. The exquisite stimulation turned her middle to water. Then his fingers teased just her hard nubs. She stifled a moan as he kissed her. He had her sex building with heat. She squirmed her chest in an attempt to break free. The pinpointed ecstasy was almost too much to bear.
He removed his lips from her mouth to suck on one ticklish throbbing nipple. His tongue teased the flesh further, and then he sucked, making her gasp. It popped free from his mouth, gleaming and reddened. It now pulsated with ecstatic sensation. He gave her other side the same treatment. Her belly began to quiver.
Hern caressed her tender flanks, gliding his hands to the waistband of her black underwear. He glanced at her to see if there was any protest. Selena was still docile. She felt partly melted into the bed. He pulled off her final garment and deposited it on the floor.
Her sex was hairless (due to a popular cosmetic procedure). Hern admired the slitted mound while stroking her hips and thighs. He urged her to part her legs, then traced his fingers lightly over the sensitive folds of flesh.
“I’ve seen films, also,” he said softly. “This part looks the same on a Dak-Hiliah female.”
He cupped his hand over her sex so that his fingers pried into the cleft. Her breath caught. The pads of his fingers had come against her slick labia.
Hern began to rub. He lowered over her so that she could feel the heat of his body once again, and resumed sucking her nipples. While his mouth stimulated her sensitized breasts, his hand delivered exquisite torture to her sex. Selena hugged him around the shoulders while gasping for breath. The heel of his palm mashed gently against her clitoris, making arduous circles. His fingers tickled her hymen and the slight opening beyond it. This sublime caress was even more potent than the pressure on her clit. She felt prickly tensioning—the
harbinger of an orgasm already. He face contorted with arduous anticipation.
“Don’t stop.” She could barely get out the words, but felt desperate.
He curled his fingers against her damp opening. The membrane guarding it strained and made the area around it throb. She felt a twitch in her clitoris that was urged to a reverberating pulse by his massaging palm. She arched her back. Hern gave a soft bite to each tender nipple.
“Ngh! Hern!”
Her sex convulsed beneath his hand. Powerful contractions seized her insides, granting her maddening pleasure. He rubbed with greater speed, harvesting even more ecstatic spasms. Selena had a moan caught in her throat. She bucked her hips against his hand to feel still more. Every arduous contraction made her stomach muscles clench.
“Oh Gods, Selena.” His voice had turned husky, with a tremor in his breath. “I feel you twitching.”
She collapsed back once the contractions finally ceased. Hern kept rubbing her sex.
“Do that again for me.”
She clamped her thighs to still his hand. “No,” she said weakly. “Make love to me.”
He lowered over her and locked their mouths together. His hips nudged against her thighs until her legs were splayed wide enough for him to press fully between them. She felt his wicked organ curl up and find the opening to her sex. There was a peak now, not the bulbous head she’d squeezed. Apparently his foreskin had drawn up. This point breached her guarded opening. Then he thrust—only to be met with resistance that didn’t yield.
Hern separated from her mouth to give her a distressed look. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She wove the fingers of both hands through his hair. “You have to. Just push hard. It…it only hurts me for a little bit.”
He bowed his head in the Dak-Hiliah nod. Then he braced himself up on his arms. She felt his manhood turn into a bar that went from his body to hers. He met her eyes.
“I love you, Selena.”
The whisper of love she felt in return caused a flutter in her middle. She would have wept in response, but he moved swiftly. His large organ thrust into her. She felt the tear he caused, and then her primed insides felt overly full. She began to throb.
Hern waited before moving any further. She drifted back to a place of melty warm ecstasy.
“Keep going.”
He pushed deeper. She was opened and compressed in exquisite places. He went as deep as her body would allow, then ceased. Over a third of his length was still outside.
Selena gave an airy moan. “You’re so big.”
“Are you in pain?”
Her lashes fluttered as she looked at him. “No. Pleasure.”
He grunted. “Selena…”
He made the organ squirm inside her. Selena’s eyes grew wide. A tender node of pleasure was mashed and agitated. Her clit gave an echoing pulse from outside. She gripped him around the neck with the nails of one hand digging into him.
“Yes...”
“Oh—you’re so amazing.”
He thrust the writhing organ in and out. Hot ecstasy was coursing through her sex. Even if he stretched her to her limit—his size just made her more sensitive to every sensual move. Her legs flailed against his sides. He was driving her toward an achingly deep climax. She did all she could to impel him further.
“Uh…!” His teeth chattered. She could see a grimace of pleasure etched on his face.
“Don’t stop, please—keep going.”
He thrust into her with more vigor. She could feel his muscles growing tense below her fingers. His thick member was how hitting the end of her limit. The exquisite stretching made her throb. Her sensitive pelvic muscles clenched where his organ crushed against them. She held him tighter. The prickly tightening was back. He continued his pounding undulating assault until she screamed her ecstasy.
“Selena!”
Her insides were gripping his cock with spasms. She felt the organ pulsate inside her. Hern was grunting so loud her ears rang. She continued wincing through her powerful climax, but then felt his seed dripping out of her. His muscles contracted beneath her hold. She pivoted her hips to take him deeper—to savor the powerful climax for as long as she could. Hern finally gave a massive yowl and then collapsed on her.
His thick tool suffered two more contractions inside her. She hissed as though in pain with each one. She’d never had a climax wrack her body so powerfully. Hern was heaving on top of her with breaths that made his back quiver. She embraced him once again and kissed the side of his face.
“You…are a treasure…my wife.”
She hugged him as hard as she could. “You too.”
In the morning he fed her sweet pastries while she perched on his lap. They’d donned the robes again after their shower. This time Selena felt no need to put on undergarments.
“You’ve made me so happy,” Hern said, while gently wiping a droplet of clear syrup from her mouth. “I don’t want to think of anything past this moment. Right now is perfect. If I think of what’s coming—it just makes my stomach twist.”
She lowered her eyes. “You had to remind me. I was enjoying our fantasy right now too.”
His face became pained. “Oh, Selena.”
She kissed him to silence him. After that he resumed cuddling her. Their silent pact to ignore the future lasted all morning.
Eventually he bade her to dress and return to her own quarters. She had an impulse to ask why they didn’t share their quarters now, but the answer occurred to her with a sting. She quietly obeyed him.
The day passed much like her earliest ones with the Dak-Hiliah. There was little for her to do except wallow in her anxiety. Even the helpful robots could not provide adequate diversion. She paced her small quarters until her feet grew tired.
Then, in the late afternoon, Hern’s characteristic knock sounded at her door. She ran to meet him.
Her husband was in his full Dak-Hiliah armor and his hair had been styled back off his forehead. Despite the immaculate grooming he looked harried. He placed both hands on her shoulders and focused red-rimmed eyes on her.
“He’s here,” he said, with a touch of panic. “I want you with me when I greet him. I don’t want him to think I’m hiding you.”
His anxiety infected her at once. “But what do I do?”
“I wish I could tell you how he wants you to act—but I don’t know.” He scooped her out of the room with one arm and walked with her toward the moving pathways. “Even if you knew what he wanted from his last wife it wouldn’t tell us anything. Everything is different now. We must err on the side of caution. Stay a short distance behind me, in his view, but don’t stare at him. Stay silent. Keep your head down, but your posture straight. Try to look like you’re waiting for him to give you a command.”
He helped her onto the moving walkway. Selena clung to him to keep her balance.
“What do I do if he commands me?”
“Obey him—unless I object. Don’t talk unless he needs a verbal answer from you. Otherwise, just bow your head and do what he says. Try—try not to show me any affection or any sadness if he has you part from me. If he senses our anguish he might want to use it against me.” He groaned at the prospect. “I hope he doesn’t see you as an opportunity for just that. It will just make things more difficult.”
Selena chewed her lower lip. She could feel Hern’s heart thudding through his chest. Her own raced as well. She had an impulse to cry, to run away, or to beg him not to give her to Xaroth. All these swirling emotions she held in check. She felt like she was going into a surgery where she wasn’t sure if she’d survive. It had to be done—but what if it killed her?
Hern helped her off the walkway in the massive open bay of the ship. He hugged her against him once more.
“Be strong,” he said, and then separated from her completely.
Selena felt blades of ice form where his warm touch had once been. She followed a few steps behind, with her head lowered meekly as he’d instructed.
> They approached a large black cruiser whose hatch had just lowered open. An older Dak-Hiliah man with shoulder-length white hair stomped down the hatch steps. He was smaller than Hern, but still muscular. Only his face revealed an age that was perhaps a bit more than double her husband’s. His body appeared fit and he had no lack of energy. If she had seen Xaroth before she’d seen Hern she would have pursued him from the lake beside the colony all the same.
Behind Xaroth appeared to be a Dak-Hiliah female with cascading waves of blond hair. Selena realized that the pretty and somewhat chubby alien was indeed a male. He dressed in the same armor-less garb she’d seen on Shol-Ignar. He had a large smile that brightened his face. This smile was focused on Hern.
Her husband waited at the bottom of the hatch. She remained several feet behind him. Xaroth didn’t appear to notice her. He spoke before descending the final step.
“Hern—we need to go into chambers right away.” His voice carried with deep booming authority. “This is gigantic. Stop your ship’s thrusters. Both our warships must head for Earth space.”
“I see,” Hern said. “I’ll be eager to learn why you feel that necessary.” He stepped sideways to present Selena. “Can you spare a moment to meet the bride we’ll be sharing?”
Xaroth finally noticed her. He gave her a curt once over. Selena couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw.
“Hm. Is it my turn with her now?”
“Yes. Unless you’d prefer to wait.”
“No, no. I can see to her later.” He nudged his chin at the effeminate blond. “Let!”
Let-Shurit stepped forward while still smiling. “Yes, master?”
“Take her to my usual quarters.”
“Right away, master.” He transferred his smile to Selena while rushing toward her. The hand he took her elbow with was not overly rough, but Selena was made to keep a rapid stride with him.
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