She wove her fingers through his hair, spreading her legs a bit wider to give him better access to her body. She felt something start to build, deep in her stomach, but she had no idea what it could be. "Something's happening to me. I'm frightened!"
Drrrl released her nipple with a pop, moving up to kiss her softly. "Don't you know? You're going to climax."
"What does that mean?" She thrashed her head on the pillow, clutching his shoulder. "You should stop!"
"It means you're going to be sexually fulfilled. It will feel good!"
"Stop! It's not right?"
He kissed her again, more to stifle her complaints than anything else. He moved his fingers in and out of her faster than ever. "Just let it happen, dog breath!"
Lela didn't have the strength to argue with the name. Waves of pleasure washed over her, starting at her core. When she'd finally regained her breath, she asked, "Dog breath? Did you really just call me 'dog breath'?"
"That's what Sergeant Belker called all the people he knew."
She blinked. "Sergeant Belker?"
"From your Earth show, Hill Street Blues."
The man had lost his mind. Good thing he was talented with his fingers. "Never heard of it."
Drrrl sighed. "You are missing one of the most important shows from your planet's culture."
"We don't exactly get a lot of screen time in the compounds," she told him. She wondered if she'd ever be able to explain to him just how meager her existence had been before he'd arrived.
"Never mind then. If you do not like 'dog breath' I will find a new endearment."
She shook her head, shocked that he'd think 'dog breath' was an endearment she would like. "That's probably a good idea."
He sighed. "That was my favorite, but I will endeavor to come up with another." He rolled atop her abruptly, settling between her thighs. "Are you ready for me?"
"What if I say no?"
Chapter Four
Drrrl held his breath at her response. "You would kill me. I would die from frustration. I need you, Lela."
Lela smiled, her arms looping around his neck. "You've brought me more pleasure than I'd imagined was possible. I can return the favor."
He sighed with relief, reaching down to guide his cock to her opening. "This may hurt a bit, but it will feel wonderful in the end."
She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the pain she'd been told accompanied sexual intercourse. Everything they'd done so far had been pleasant, but she knew deep down that it was just for the moment. She'd been warned her whole life that being with a man would be painful. She could survive it, though!
"Don't be afraid," he whispered against her temple, even as he began to work his huge cock inside of her.
She gasped at the feeling of fullness, pain filling her as he breached her membrane. "Ouch!"
He didn't stop moving until he was planted firmly inside her, and then he dropped his forehead to hers. "Let me know when you're ready for me to move!"
She groaned. "Never! Is that thing supposed to be that big?"
He chuckled softly, pressing his lips to hers. "Where I come from they are."
"I have a feeling that would not be normal size on Earth!"
"I wouldn't know!"
"Are you a normal height for your planet?" she asked, curiously.
"I'm about average."
She frowned. "On my planet, I'm one of the tallest women around. I'm six-foot-one. Average height is five-foot-five."
"You will be considered small on my planet." He shrugged. "Will that bother you?"
She smiled. "Not at all. I've always felt like a freak of nature for being so tall."
He kissed her softly, pulling out slightly and pushing back in. "Is it better now?" He closed his eyes as he waited for her answer, not certain if he could wait until she was ready if she said, 'no.'
"That didn't hurt as much as I thought it would." She wasn't sure she liked it, but it wasn't horrific any longer.
Drrrl kissed her softly as he began thrusting at a slow, steady pace. He wanted her to enjoy it as much as he did, but that may have to wait for the next time. At least she'd already gained her pleasure. He cupped her breast in one hand, smiling at its weight. "You have beautiful boobs."
She shook her head. "We're going to have to have a talk about your command of the English language."
"You don't like the way I speak, dirt bag?" He cared little about her approval of his language choices at that moment. He was too enamored of her body. He picked up the pace, moving a little faster, and watcher her eyes grow wide with wonder.
"I don't hate this as much as I thought I would," she said, the surprise filling her voice.
He laughed. "I'm so happy to hear you don't hate it, since I plan to do this with you. Constantly."
She pulled his head down for another kiss, not sure she really wanted to be having a long conversation with him just then. The faster he moved the stronger the tension in her body. All at once, she split apart again, gasping his name and tugging at his shoulders.
Drrrl let out a growl, her orgasm triggering his own. He rested his forehead on hers as he collapsed atop her. He didn't move until she pressed against his shoulders.
Rolling to her side he scooped her against him, holding her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, still disbelieving how much pleasure he'd brought her. "I'm hungry," she announced, hating to break the mood, but she had missed the evening meal, and her stomach was protesting.
He smiled, stroking her cheek. "I must have done something right if my lovemaking made you hungry."
She rolled her eyes. "It's been an emotional day." She moved away from him to sit on the edge of the bed. "What do you have to eat on this ship?" She put her hand over her growling stomach. She was used to eating on a rigid schedule, and her body demanded regular meals.
He got up, pulling the blanket from the bed and tossing it to her. "You said you have a problem with nudity," he said at her questioning look. "Follow me."
Lela wrapped the blanket around her, tucking it under her arms and tying it tightly there. She had to lift the bottom of the blanket to walk, but she was hungry enough that it didn't matter a lot. As she followed him, she wondered if he had a pair of scissors and a needle and thread. She could convert the blanket into a decent dress with just those three things.
The blanket was made of a soft material she'd never felt before. She wondered for a moment what it was, but decided not to ask. She was having a hard time assimilating all the information he was throwing at her as it was.
He led her into a room that had a couple of tables and some strange devices that she assumed were for cooking food. "What are we going to eat?" she asked. Her mind dreamed of a substance that tasted like chocolate but had no calories at all. Surely that's what they ate on Mcy! Her eyes glazed over as she thought of it.
He took something from a cabinet, added a bit of water, and put it into a machine. Pushing buttons on the front he leaned back against the counter. "Do you like massacrater?"
Lela blinked at him a couple of times. Massacrater must be the thing that tasted like chocolate. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer. "Please let this thing be something I can eat."
"What is massacrater?" she asked, biting her lip nervously. She wasn't a particularly adventurous eater and never had been. She was afraid any foreign food he tried to introduce would come right back up for her.
"Oh, it's good food. Very nourishing." He turned and pulled the bowl he'd mixed everything in from the machine and split the contents into two bowls, handing her something that looked like a spoon with a very large bowl and a short handle.
She looked into the bowl and did her best not to wrinkle her nose. It was a green substance, very gelatinous, and it looked slimy. Almost like someone had made spinach pudding. She took a deep breath and filled her spoon, moving it to her mouth. She tried to keep an open mind, but it looked disgusting, and she couldn't do it.
She quickly stuck the spoon in he
r mouth, swallowing quickly. It felt even worse than it looked, having the texture of seaweed. Jumping up she ran back to his room, and into his bathroom, only to vomit. "Oh dear. I hope there's more to eat on this ship than that," she mumbled.
Drrrl chased her through the ship, pounding on his bathroom door, wondering what the problem was. Massacrater was a delicacy, and he didn't know a single Mcy who didn't love it. He hoped she wasn't going to prove difficult to feed. He could pictured endless trips to Earth to steal food that his mate found palatable. Life was about to get very interesting.
"Lela? Are you all right?"
She rinsed her mouth out before opening the door. "Do you have anything other than massacrater to eat on this ship?"
He shook his head. "I guess we'll need to stop at the space station." Truthfully ninety percent of his diet was massacrater with only a bit of rodent eyeballs mixed in. Surely she could eat the eyeballs. If not, they were in for a hard time finding food for her.
"I think we will. I can't eat that."
He sighed. "You're going to be a tough woman to please, aren't you?"
She shook her head. "I'm not. I promise!"
He pulled her to him, hugging her close. "I guess you're going to have to put those tight-fitting garments back on. I can't take you to the space station in a blanket. I trust my brother. The men on the station? Not at all."
Lela made a face, but she'd worn the garments every day since she turned nine, as all women of Earth did. She'd just been convinced for a short while she'd never have to wear them again. "How long before we reach the space station?" she asked.
"It's between Earth and Mars, set up when Earth was doing a lot of space exploration. Even though your planet doesn't do much now, the station was never abandoned. The Milky Way is sparsely populated, so this is the only space station here at all."
"I guess we're going to the space station then. I'm really sorry, but there's no way I can eat that." She felt badly, but she knew she'd starve to death before she tried to force that food past her lips again.
He shrugged. "There are a lot of Earth foods at the space station. We'll just make certain we stock up."
She frowned. "There's nothing else to eat on Mcy?"
"Massacrater is the bulk of my diet. If you can't eat it, you can't eat." He shrugged. She was his mate, and he would do what he needed to do to make her happy. He hated spending that much money at the space station, but he was part of a royal family. They had the money.
She sighed. "Maybe you should have left me on Earth."
He chuckled. "You're my other half. Once I saw you, I knew I couldn't leave you there." He nodded at her clothes, still on the floor beside his bed. "Get dressed, and I'll talk to Bnjmn."
Lela rushed to obey. She'd been taught that a good wife is an obedient wife, but she wasn't certain she believed that hogwash. No, it was more a matter of survival. She was hungry, and if he was going to take her to get food, then she was going to help him any way she could.
By the time he'd come back to dress himself, she was wearing both of her foundation garments. He frowned at the sight of her. "We need to get you better clothes soon. I hate the way you hide your beauty in those."
She laughed. "Beauty? You mean I'm hiding my bulk in them."
He crossed the room to her, cupping her face in his hands. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever met. You hide your beauty."
Lela blinked a couple of times, before smiling. "I don't know what drugs you're taking, but keep it up."
He growled low in his throat, pulling her against him and crushing her mouth with his. "Do I need to prove to you again how much you arouse me?"
She patted his cheek. "No, I think I'm good." Maybe eventually she'd believe him. She wanted to.
Chapter Five
A short time later, they were on the space station, which was located in a dome on Phobos, one of Mars's moons. There was a bar in one of the buildings serving "traditional fare" and "Earth delicacies." Everything was written in a foreign language, so she had no idea how to say what she needed. Drrrl stepped in to translate for her.
"Let's see. Do you want me to just read it all to you?" he asked, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd for his enemies. The Htflds always showed up where he least expected them, causing any sort of mischief they could.
She nodded. "If you don't mind. How did you learn English so well anyway?" Why would any kind of alien choose English as the language to learn? It baffled her.
"Watching your Earth television on my screen at home. Lots of us on Mcy love your shows, but I made a study of them. I guess I knew that someday I'd marry a beautiful Earth woman."
She refused to respond to that. It felt so odd to be told she was beautiful after years of being told she wasn't good enough. "What's on the menu?"
He slowly read through the list of options for her, mispronouncing many of the words, but as they were written in an alien tongue, she did her best to figure out what they were and didn't worry about it.
When he reached the end of the menu, she frowned. "I'll take cheese enchiladas with refried beans and Mexican rice." She'd always been a Mexican food fan, although it seemed strange to hear it all called 'Earth food.'
Drrrl punched her order onto a screen, adding the same thing for himself. Maybe he could tolerate Earth food. Things would certainly be simpler if they could eat the same things. Of course, they'd be living with his family, so she'd be the odd one out regardless.
He took both of her hands in his, smiling happily. "I hope I've managed to convey how happy I am to have you as my bride."
She nodded slowly. "I think so. It's just all so strange. I fell asleep on the grass this afternoon, fully expecting to go to supper and then chapel as I have every other day of my life. Instead, I woke up with an alien crouched over me, and he made me his wife. How does one cope with such a strange day?"
He chuckled softly. "You seem to be doing remarkably well. I won't complain if you show me your love when we're alone later, though."
She laughed. "I'm sure you won't. You only want me for sex."
"That's not true at all! I want you for many things, and sex is at the top of the list, but it's not the only thing."
She shook her head in disbelief. "Did you just admit that the main reason you want me is for sex?"
A man stopped by the table. He was an older gentleman, at least in his seventies, with a bald head and a round belly. "I heard a rumor there was an Earth woman here, but I didn't believe it." His voice was distinctly American.
"You're from Earth?" Lela asked excitedly. "I grew up in a compound near Chicago." She felt as if she were meeting an old friend, when just that morning she would have walked past the man without speaking to him.
"I grew up near Houston. I started working at this space station right before Earth closed up to space travel, and I never went back."
"So you're all alone among aliens?" she asked sadly.
He shook his head. "Not at all. I have my wife and four sons here as well. We've done well, but I miss Earth sometimes. It's nice to hear a familiar accent."
"For me as well," she told him, frowning.
"So how did you get off that rock? I heard the religious freaks had everyone under lock and key, and that they wouldn't even let men and women be around each other before marriage. Say it isn't so!"
She shrugged. "It is so. I was put into a female compound the day I turned five, and I hadn't left before today."
The man scooted into the booth beside her. "Go ahead and eat while we talk." He nodded to her food. "So how did you escape? I'm sure there are a lot of people looking to get off Earth now that it's so strict."
Lela looked at Drrrl, wondering how much she should admit to. "I fell asleep this afternoon, and when I woke Drrrl was kneeling over me. He told me I'm his chosen mate and invited me to leave with him."
The man, Scott by the name on his tag, looked at Drrrl. "Mcy?" he asked.
Drrrl nodded. "Yup."
"I can see why you'd
be hunting for women on Earth. You tell her about the big feud yet?"
"She knows some. She'll learn more as time goes on." He wasn't deliberately hiding it from her, but he knew his father would want to be the one to tell the whole story. The feud's history was a passion of his.
Scott sighed. "I guess it's up to you to tell her what you will. You marry her?"
"She insisted we marry before mating."
"With the way Earth has changed, I can see why." Scott looked at Lela. "You all right? He hasn't hurt you?"
Lela blushed at the question. Drrrl had hurt her, but only because she'd been innocent. He'd brought her a great deal more pleasure than pain. "No, he's treated me very well."
"Well, that's something. You eat up. Let me know if you need anything else. The store for human food is across the station. I know you won't be able to eat that sludge the Mcys and Htflds call food."
"Thank you," she whispered softly, wondering if she'd said too much to the strange man.
She bit into the enchiladas and smiled. "He's a good cook. These definitely taste like the enchiladas I've had." One thing she could say about the compound was that the food was always good. She had no complaints there.
Drrrl took a bite and shuddered. How could anyone stand the strange textures in their mouth? He pushed the food away. "I don't think we're ever going to be able to agree on food."
She shrugged. "That's fine with me. I'm just glad I have something other than that nasty stuff to eat. Are we going to go to the Earth store for food I can eat once we get to your planet?"
He nodded. "We'll stock up on everything you like to eat, so I'll know you won't starve. I don't want you to lose a single pound. You're beautiful just like you are."
"That's a matter of opinion," she said vaguely.
After she had eaten everything on her plate, and a few bites of his enchiladas, they set out to find the store. Once there, she quickly chose as many tinned meals as she could find. She knew canned foods weren't as good for her as fresh, but she had no idea what kind of refrigeration or freezer systems would be available to her. She had a feeling others from his planet would follow in his footsteps to get her more food anyway.
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