His Little Earthling

by Katie Douglas

  “Quick, we need to get downstairs before they stop serving breakfast! They only do it until ten here!” Laila ushered Sarah out of the bathroom. Sarah was relieved that she’d been able to reach a towel in time.

  “Aren’t you going to put your wedding dress on, Sarah?” Laila asked, as Sarah opened her closet and looked for something to wear to breakfast. Her eyes fell on some active wear that she’d thrown into her suitcase, for hitting the gym one last time the night before, in a last-ditch attempt to lose some more ounces before her big day. She wanted Ral to see her and know he’d made the right decision.

  “I only wear it at the wedding,” Sarah explained, pulling on some jogging bottoms. She was so glad that Ral wasn’t here to see her in her active wear.

  “So between now and then you purposely wear your worst clothes, so the difference between this and the wedding dress is really obvious?” Laila wondered. Sarah rolled her eyes.

  “No, I’m wearing this because I want to eat as much food as they’ve got down there, and the waistband is really loose.”

  “I thought you wanted to lose weight before your wedding,” Riela observed.

  “Well… yes… of course I did. I do. But I might not have a chance to eat anything later on, so I want to make sure I’m not hungry.”

  “What about all the food you were telling us about? Should we have brought something to nibble?” Laila looked worried. Sarah had to laugh; these two literally had no concept of a wedding.

  “That’s for the guests. The bride and groom are usually too busy talking to everyone to actually sit and eat anything,” Sarah tried to explain.

  “Then talk less, silly. C’mon, have a little nibble now, and have a big nibble at your wedding dinner.” Laila grabbed Sarah’s hand and tried to pull her out of the room but she wasn’t strong enough and she fell over. Sarah giggled as Laila landed on the mattress with a bounce.

  “It’s actually a wedding breakfast,” Sarah corrected her, once Laila was standing again.

  “Wait, is that where we’re going now? I thought the wedding food was after the wedding!” Laila looked stricken. Sarah giggled again.

  “No, it’s a dinner that’s called a breakfast.” Sarah started to leave the hotel room, followed by Riela and Laila.

  “So, if dinner is breakfast, are we going to lunch right now?” Laila asked as the hotel door closed behind them.

  * * *

  “I can’t do this, there’s too many people!” Sarah paused at the entrance to the ceremony room, and peered down the aisle through the crack in the door.

  “It’s going to be fine. Just don’t imagine them in their underwear. Some of those elven dresses are bad enough already,” Riela observed. Laila gave her a reproachful glare.

  “That’s my master’s relatives you’re talking about!”

  Sarah put a reassuring hand on Laila’s arm. “Chill, Laila, she didn’t mean anything by it. I’m marrying into the elves, too, remember? That’s why we’re all standing here in pretty dresses that look like they should be cleverly disguising rolls of bathroom paper.”

  The remark was lost on Sarah’s bridesmaids. Laila closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

  “Sorry. I’m a little nervous too. Do you need some time to feel better?” she asked.

  “No, let’s get the scary part over with.” Sarah knew she’d be okay as soon as she was with Ral again. She took a deep breath. “We’re doing this, ladies.” She pulled her veil over her face then gripped her bouquet with both hands.

  With that, she opened the doors as Laila muttered, “’M not a lady, ’m a princess.”

  They walked down the aisle, and Sarah felt a pang of sadness that her father wasn’t able to give her away. At the altar, Ral stood resplendent in his light brown suit, somehow still looking like a rugged adventurer even in the finest formalwear. When he saw Sarah, he smiled, as the guests all rose from their seats and turned to watch her walk in. All the people flew by in a blur as she tried to get to the front without tripping over her dress.

  “Dearly beloved,” the officiant began, as everyone was seated again. “We are gathered here to witness the joining in matrimony of Ralnar Kriefinnan Aethelbert Rowardennan and Sarah Kirsty Bryan.” Sarah suppressed a giggle when she heard Ral’s middle names. “Marriage is an ancient and sacred form of collaring, where the two parties exchange rings, which they both wear, instead of the submissive wearing a collar. This symbolizes the reciprocal nature of the exchange that takes place in a marriage; the submissive promises to love and obey the dominant, and the dominant promises to always be worthy of that submission by loving and cherishing the submissive.”

  Sarah wanted to correct the officiant on the finer points of what a wedding really meant, but since weddings were so different from what everyone on Minos Kerala viewed as normal, and since Sarah hadn’t wanted to travel to one of the handful of planets that enacted weddings as their standard way of making a relationship official, because it seemed to mean different things on different planets, she decided to let it go.

  “You may now exchange your vows; we shall begin with Ralnar,” the officiant said. Ral looked into Sarah’s eyes and she felt lightheaded. He was going to be her husband very soon.

  “Sarah, when I first found you, I had no idea how much you were going to mean to me. With every passing day, I intend to make you happy. I want to take care of you as my little girl, and as my wife. I will always provide for you and nurture you. You will always be able to depend on me to be there for you, to guide and correct your path when you go astray, and to help you to become your best self. As well as being daddy and little, I want us to be partners, side by side, facing every new challenge and celebrating every triumph together. I want you to bring me ideas, suggestions, and to continue to question everything, although I reserve the right to be correct. Most of all, though, Sarah, I want to spend every moment of the rest of my existence with you.”

  Sarah had to wipe her eyes with a tissue she’d hidden under the bouquet, because his vows had made her cry.

  “Sarah, your vows, please,” the officiant said.

  “Ral, before you found me, I had been asleep for three hundred years, awaiting my prince. You brought me back to life, and I never want to leave your side. I want you to be my grownup and my husband. I want to make you happy every day, and at nighttime, and that bit between daytime and nighttime when it’s sort of both. I promise to always try my best to do everything you want me to do, and to not do anything you don’t want me to. I don’t know how long people live in the future, but even if we live to a thousand, we will never have spent enough time together; I will always want more, so I promise to make the most of every day we have together.”

  Ral smiled down at her, and Sarah had to try really hard not to cry again because this was such an emotional moment.

  “Now it’s time to exchange the rings. Ral, place the ring on Sarah’s finger and repeat after me, ‘with this ring, I thee wed.’”

  Ral took the proffered ring from Flin and slid it onto Sarah’s finger.

  “With this ring, I thee wed.”

  “Sarah, place your ring on Ral’s finger and repeat after me, ‘with this ring I thee wed.’”

  Sarah felt the surprise in the room. As far as she knew, in a collaring ceremony, only one partner got the collar. The idea that the dominant partner might also be getting something akin to a collar must have been pretty strange for everyone. She took the ring and slid it onto Ral’s finger. The silence was pregnant as everyone waited to hear her speak.

  “With this ring, I thee wed.”

  “Now in accordance with Earth tradition, I pronounce you both husband and wife. Ral, you may now kiss the bride.”

  Ral leaned down and kissed Sarah. She felt the love of that moment, making her heart glow and her feet tingle. She kissed him back as she distantly heard the room break out into spontaneous cheering and applause.

  When they broke apart, Ral addressed the crowd.

  “Thank you all
for coming; we’re having a party across the hall; follow the lady in the big white dress,” he said, then he led Sarah out of the wedding room.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  As the guests were leaving with their cake, the band continued to play. Ral danced with Sarah and she felt as though they were the only two people in the universe. When the song ended, the room was emptying rapidly. He took her hand and led her out of the room.

  “I’ve got something to show you, sweetheart.” His voice was suggestive, and a thrill coursed through Sarah’s body as she tried to guess at where they were going.

  He took her into an elevator, then down a corridor, and stopped at the hotel’s Innovation Suite. After typing a code into the door, Ral showed her into the room. It was completely black.

  “I’m not sure if you know this, but when it comes to Innovation Suite programs, the types of things available to the general public are slightly different to those available for specific companies,” Ral said, wanting to gently lead her into this without ruining the surprise.

  “Like what?”

  “For archaeologists, there’s a custom set of scenarios such as being in space or underwater, or working in lava in a protective suit, so they can practice certain excavation techniques in the right environment.”

  “I’m not wearing a protective suit,” Sarah said.

  “You don’t need to. Remember I asked you to change a few lines in a program for me recently?”

  “Oh, the one that you were keeping secret?”

  “Yeah, that one.” He let go of her hand for a moment and went to the command console where he pressed a few buttons. The room became more blue, but the lighting had rolling shadows. Sarah was about to ask a question when the air around her changed to liquid. Eyes wide, she snapped her head around to look at Ral. He smiled at her.

  “What’s happening?” she tried to ask, but all that came out of her mouth was a flood of bubbles. She put her hands over her mouth to stop more air escaping. Ral seemed unperturbed by this. Did elves have a special ability to breathe underwater? Had he forgotten that humans needed good old-fashioned air? She tried to get to the door but moving in a wet, heavy wedding dress was difficult, and she only managed a few steps before Ral stopped her. He took her face in his hands, then leaned down and kissed her. When she opened her mouth to him, she felt him breathing into her lungs, but it was water. Her chest was crying out for air, and she couldn’t help breathing in.

  Instead of the unbearable burning feeling of drowning, it tickled. And her whole body filled with relief as she realized this water was breathable. She became more accustomed to it after a few breaths, and the tickle went away.

  Ral took her hand and began to swim. She kicked her feet tentatively and discovered that it was like snorkeling without a mask. Sarah was surprised that she swam at all in the wedding dress; this liquid was easier to move in than the water in the swimming pools she’d been to on Earth.

  Now that she had figured out the breathing and swimming, she started to notice her surroundings in the blue swirling shadows. There were coral reefs, resplendent in verdant green, azure blue, and dazzling cerise. Nestled amongst the rainbow reefs were vermillion and aquamarine anemones in which orange and white clownfish were snuggled. Throughout the clear turquoise sea, strikingly colored fish were swimming around. The occasional reeds seemed to hide starfish and purple octopi, and every so often, a dolphin would swim past.

  She tried to speak again, but she didn’t have a voice in this underwater world. She wanted to know how Ral had found all the creatures for this scene, why he had chosen this specifically, but instead she had to let herself be guided by him. In the water several feet above the sea bed, he turned and undressed her. Her big, puffy wedding dress floated up to the surface as he removed it, and she waited in her underwear, a white lacy bra and panties set, as Ral removed his suit. Maybe they should have done that before they were in a room full of water, but Sarah thought it was fun to watch Ral taking his clothes off like this. Would this water stain their clothing? She had never tried out any programs using liquids in an Innovation Suite before, so she wasn’t sure.

  Once he had unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his muscular chest, he unfastened his pants and his cock unfurled, standing proud and engorged as it throbbed. He reached for her sex and his fingers gently stroked her most pleasurable place, as he held her close and kissed her deeply. The water seemed to heighten all the sensations, and in no time at all, Sarah was writhing and moaning in joy at Ral’s skillful touch, as he brought her to a glowing orgasm.

  Eager to reciprocate, Sarah moved her hands down Ral’s body as she descended toward his shaft. She had her mouth open and was about to lick his tip with her tongue when he firmly put a hand under each of her arms then guided her back up to him. He rearranged her so that her bottom was facing him and her legs were curled beneath her, then something pressed against her rear entrance. She wanted to tell him how she felt about this, but when she tried to talk, nothing came out of her mouth. Instead, she had no choice but to go along with it as his finger slid inside her, aided by the liquid they were floating in.

  It was wonderful, and she silently moaned as he filled her rear tunnel with his thick finger. A different finger pressed at her other entrance, and she flexed her hips slightly to give him better access. When both her holes were filled with Ral’s digits, a powerful glow spread through her core and her spine arched. He began to fuck her in both holes with his fingers, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt. The sensation of teeth grazing her bottom made her gasp, as he nibbled and sucked on her skin. There was a wetness inside her that had nothing to do with being underwater, and everything to do with the effect Ral had on her body.

  Before she orgasmed, he slid his hand out of her, and next thing she knew, something larger than his finger, with a different texture, was pressing against her bottom hole. She remembered how, a few weeks ago, he had outlined his plans to claim her ass, and so she deduced that this was a butt plug. It didn’t seem to want to fit, as it stretched her ring of muscle widely.

  With his free arm, Ral reached around her front and his hand found her pussy. He massaged her labia with decisive hand movements and she moaned silently again. Her rear responded by winking and, every time it did, more of the plug filled her. It was so big, she didn’t think it was possible for anything larger than this to ever fit inside her. She liked it, though, and as he continued to stroke her pussy and work the plug into her body, Sarah found herself orgasming again. This one was intense, sudden, and explosive, making her scream soundlessly in the water as the acuteness of it blew her away. She was still twitching with aftershocks when she felt the plug slide all the way inside her, where it sat comfortably.

  Ral caressed her bottom and she squirmed because her skin was so sensitive after the orgasm. He swam around to the other side of her then kissed her, stroking her hair as it floated around her head. The look on his face was pure lust, and when he broke apart from the kiss, Sarah saw that his cock was bigger than it had ever been before. Her ass twitched in excitement. She squeezed his hand to get his attention. He looked at her quizzically. She pointed to his erect member. He looked down then grinned at her and shook his head. Not yet, he seemed to say.

  Sarah pouted. He moved beneath her and took one of her breasts in his mouth, caressing the other one with his hand, and he took the nipple between his teeth where he gently nibbled and sucked at it while she quivered and her pussy begged to be filled with his enormous cock.

  She ran her fingers through his hair as he continued to suck and nibble on her breast as she felt a warm tingle shoot from her breasts straight to her clit, making it thrill. He teased her nipple for what seemed like ages before he pulled his head away and slowly, reluctantly, released her nipple, then he turned to the other one and gave it the same treatment. With one pink point being rolled gently between his fingers and the other one being grazed lightly with his teeth, Sarah couldn’t believe an orgasm seemed to be building
in her empty core. Was it possible for a person to come from receiving attention to their breasts? How many other ways to climax were there that she didn’t know about? Would sucking his cock do it, too? Being spanked the right way? Then, as he kept up his attentions, it happened. She gripped him tightly as the waves of pleasure washed over her, and she pulled her shoulders back in surprise as her spine arched and her ass quivered around the butt plug.

  It was a simmering orgasm, not as sudden or as loud as the previous one, but it lasted longer and Sarah felt it travel through every nerve in her body as she writhed in every direction, with nothing to impede her movement.

  When it began to fade, Ral relinquished the second nipple. There was a look of amusement on his face as he watched her quail under the force of an aftershock. He moved behind her and she felt him pulling on the plug in her bottom. It began to slide out, and when it was really wide, he left it there for a moment, stretching her, before removing it. She didn’t see what he did with it, but soon there was something else pressing at her ass. She knew that this was another plug, and that it was larger than the first, as it was already stretching her very far.

  She shook her head vehemently, but Ral’s fingers found her clit and, like before, caressed it until he worked the larger plug in. It seemed to take forever to get the thing inside her, and Sarah thought she was going to get sucked inside herself with it, but then it seemed to slip in all of a sudden, and it found its place within her. This larger plug announced its presence dully, so she couldn’t forget that it was there for even a moment. She didn’t like to move in case it caught on something inside her, but at the same time, she couldn’t understand her hesitation. It had gone in, eventually, and hadn’t broken anything, so why was she worried? Ral seemed to sense her worry and he stroked her back reassuringly, before drawing her into a comforting hug. She clung to him, scared although she couldn’t explain why. When he saw her face, he took her wrist and swam to the top of the room, where they surfaced and coughed out liquid for a moment, until their lungs adjusted to breathing air again.