She swallowed. “I know…Earth ways. If two people have feelings for each other, then they should be allowed to be together. Sometimes…sometimes one is rich and one is poor, or one is from a good family and one is from…like…a broken home. Maybe with a parent in prison or…whatever. They still…I mean, if the person is good enough for the other one to love, usually they’re good enough for everyone else to approve, too. You would never not be with someone you love…just because of society.”
Prax-Denay closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. His voice became choked with emotion. “That sounds…like a magnificent world.”
She waited. When he met her eyes she knew she’d won.
“And I do love you, Lisette.”
Her heart felt like it lifted in her chest.
“But, my dearest…” He caressed the side of her face. “It’s unfair for me to exploit your naiveté. You don’t know what the Etiken are.”
“I don’t care,” she said with just a touch of aggression.
“If you saw an Etiken slum you would look at me differently.”
“No. I wouldn’t. When the Instajants invaded all of us were living in the sewers and…eating rats and bugs and…we were all filthy.”
Prax-Denay leaned forward to look at her. “Is that so, Lisette?”
She nodded. “Some people had it even worse than me. Some people…the ones missing arms or legs from gangrene.”
He scowled. “Why didn’t your damned government just surrender to us? You could have gotten the vaccine from the start. Billions of your people would never have been infected and driven away. Was living in the sewers really preferable to being enslaved?”
“Corporations ran everything…and they didn’t want the Dak-Hiliah to rule. And everyone thought you would give us the vaccine without us having to surrender since…since you needed women so bad.”
He gave an exasperated groan. “Such a pointless tragedy.”
Lisette wet her lips. “My whole family...” She trailed off, not because of her usual sheepishness, but to keep the pain from resurfacing.
He held her closer. After a short silence he said, “I could be your family now.”
“Mmm.” She closed her eyes to focus on the melty sensations within her. The prospect brought her sublime joy. She wanted someone to love her. Someone she could rely on—who might care for her when she was in need.
He caressed her scalp. “I suppose…if you survived in the sewers for a year…an Etiken slum wouldn’t offend you. You may truly not care where I’ve come from.”
“I really don’t,” she said with a resolute pout.
He lowered his lips back to hers, this time kissing gently. Lisette wrapped both her arms around him to take in more ambrosial feelings from his mouth.
He rose while lifting her smoothly. The strong alien carried her with little effort out of the lab and up the stairs.
Her heart started racing. She’d talked a good game, but she had so little experience. She’d eloped with a boy after a single awkward date at the age of seventeen. He was in the reserves and about to be deployed. Despite both being virgins, their consummation had been shockingly passionate. Lisette still quivered when she remembered it. But then, on his first leave, he asked for a divorce. They’d been rash, and while her mind agreed, her body ached to protest. She wanted to relive their single night together—to explore things further. That bodily connection they’d discovered was all they had, though. She knew it was a flimsy basis for a marriage.
After Ryan she’d known nothing further—not even a kiss—until now.
He started grumbling while approaching his room. “I should have a drug for you. I never thought—well, still. It’s inconsiderate.”
She didn’t understand, but trusted him. The mention of drugs didn’t frighten her.
He lowered her onto a bed in his sparse quarters. The room layout was identical to hers, and just as undecorated.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
She shook her head in confusion.
“Apparently…human women have less capacity than Dak-Hiliah women.”
She nodded with enlightenment. “Wine?”
He lifted his chin. “Ah, of course.”
In minutes they were nestled together against his cushioned headboard with large goblets of ‘wine’ which tasted to Lisette like fermented Orange Tang. Both their lab coats were off. Prax-Denay had removed his tunic and boots. Lisette allowed her bare feet to escape their slippers. All that remained on her was the modest brown dress and white underclothes the robots had made for her. She sipped the sweet drink while the warmth of his cradling arm radiated through her. Prax-Denay had a gorgeously muscled chest without a trace of hair. She became mesmerized by his dark blue nipples.
He soothed her nape with gentle fingers. “I’ve never felt more contentment than right at this moment.”
His lilting voice added to the fluttery feelings in her belly. “Why not?”
“I’ve never had anyone who made me happy. As an Etiken I presumed I wasn’t entitled to happiness. I resented seeing the less worthy take for granted what I could never have. My existence was one of constant scorn and contention. Now, suddenly, I’ve a reason…a reason to be joyful.”
Lisette considered their shared bliss while the alcohol coursed through her blood stream and into her head. Words seemed to come easier now.
“We’re perfect for each other, Prax,” she said.
She felt him shudder. “Oh gods, it’s true. And to hear you say it…” He took another sip of wine.
She finished her glass and then closed her eyes. It’s stronger than it tastes. I’m already drunk.
Lisette yielded to the urge to trace a finger over his bare chest. She swirled her way down his stomach and made a tender circle around his navel.
“You behave like timid bird. But there’s fire inside you.”
“Mm.”
Prax-Denay placed aside their glasses and rolled on top of her. He locked her eyes in a penetrating gaze.
“Share that fire with me.”
Lisette clutched both arms around him and entwined their mouths. He ground their lips together while his hands coursed over her flanks. An impassioned tongue sought hers. She tasted the wine in his mouth and tilted her head to connect them even deeper. As their tongues wrangled sensually she could hear his hard breathing.
Prax-Denay broke from her with a flushed face. He leaned up and tore her dress open. Lisette gasped from the violence of it. His expression looked wild. He broke open her bra and attached his mouth to one of the precious pale mounds that came free. Lisette’s heart was racing. She worried he’d lost control.
His mouth worked gently, however. Sucking and then teasing a tremulous nipple before switching to the other side. His hot breath now hit against her skin causing tingly goose pimples. Prax-Denay ripped the rest of her dress open. He nestled his face against her stomach to lavish her with soft kisses.
“You can’t belong to anyone else.”
He danced the fingers of both hands over her sensitive ribs. Lisette twisted partway from the rapturous sensation.
He sat up and hitched his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Lisette’s stomach quivered. She lifted herself to help him strip her, despite feeling her face blazoning red. Her sex was now guarded only by a wispy tuft of dark hair. She bit her lower lip while his eyes went from her breasts to her sex and back again.
“You’re stunning.”
Her heart thundered now. The eroticism of being naked in front of him made her clench deep inside. She couldn’t bear his gaze for more than a moment. Lisette turned sharply onto her side just as he lowered back over her. Prax-Denay kissed the round peak of her hip and glided his hand over her buttock. The tickling touch made her wince. He lowered down to kiss just above the swell. Every touch was lighting her skin up with tingles. She knew she was already damp between her legs. Prax-Denay had full control of her.
“It’s not…fair.” She reached
back to clutch a handful of his pants.
Prax-Denay knelt up and exposed himself with one fluid move. He kicked his pants off the bed.
Lisette’s lips parted. He was sitting up on his bent legs to allow her a look at him. She crept over and smoothed her hands over his firm thighs. Of course…the alien had an alien penis: it was a bulbous blue tube as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist. It rested in a smooth curve outward before him on the bed. She thought him flaccid, but when she touched the warm flesh the shaft lifted and became straight. Lisette brought both her hands around it. The hard organ coiled around one of her arms. She gave him a look of shock only to see that Prax-Denay’s eyes were closed and his moist lips parted.
She pulled her arm free with some difficulty. The stiff organ reached out for her. Lisette tented her hands on either side of it, and then groped up and down its length. There was a soft mound beneath it, and what seemed to be large testicles embedded in his inner thighs. Lisette palmed the hot mound of flesh first. Prax-Denay groaned. His lips pulled back to expose his clenched teeth. She felt the baseball-sized bulges embedded in his thighs next, with a hand fondling each side. This made his chest pull forward, and a more visceral grunt came through his clenched teeth.
Lisette watched him with short pants of breath. She rubbed the thick shaft with more vigor. That seemed the part of him which could handle the most abuse. She started to jack him with both hands. Prax-Denay’s grunts shortened and came out in a rapid sequence. She saw his hands clench to fists.
His wild eyes opened and he pushed her back so that she was beneath him again. Prax-Denay kissed her ravenously. She was swept back into her euphoria when their searing mouths rejoined, but then she felt his cock stirring against her leg. He pried the moistened head between her thighs and penetrated the tender outer folds of her sex.
Lisette’s eyes opened. His cock rubbed against her slick labia. Shocking sensation bombarded her. Her muscles clenched as the thick tool glazed itself in her wetness. A ticklish buzz of pleasure made her toes curl. Her nipples peaked against his chest. She clutched his shoulder with her eyes wide. His cock brushed her clitoris.
Lisette gasped. The way he moved the organ away from it afterwards told her he was aware of the pleasure spot. He teased her splayed petals, and then went lower to the opening of her sex. Prax-Denay ground the round head of his cock against her muscular ring without penetrating. This made her stomach tremble. He was able to mash her other pleasure spot enough to make her feel a pulsing. The sensation was more obscure and sublime than the powerful twinge he’d caused to her clit.
His organ became coated with her juices. He moved it up from her opening, over her labia, and then glided its full length over her perked clitoris.
“Ngh!”
Potent tingling throbs arrested her pelvis. Her clit was mashed by the slippery underside of his cock. He straightened the organ until the mound beneath it nestled into the cleft her sex. Part of his length was now pinioned against her stomach.
Prax-Denay thrust his hips.
“Ah!”
His cock massaged her labia and clit while his groin mound crushed against her throbbing passage. He waited after the first movement for her to stop digging her nails into his back, and then he did it again. This time there was no rest. He pumped against her sex as though he were inside her. Lisette was besieged by ecstatic sensations. She clamped her thighs involuntarily, but Prax-Denay stayed wedged between them. He thrust and grunted while sending her shockwaves of delirious pleasure. Lisette’s face contorted. Her clitoris felt like it twitched underneath him. Tingles barraged her whole pelvis. Then they transformed to a dangerous prickly sensation emanating from deep inside her sex.
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 warmt
h 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. You’re happiness gives me pleasure.”
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