by Nawtay Brat
"What on earth do you mean? Are you saying that--that you--" I shake my head in disbelief. "What are you?"
He swoops past me, brushing across my belly with the firmness of his abdomen in the tight space between us. The man is hard as rock. Matthias locks the door again by tying a knot in the rope
"I'd appreciate you not telling anyone about what you've seen here. I would hate to have to move again so soon." I nod in silent understanding.
Matthias steps toward me, leaving only inches between us. He lunges forward with one arm jetting toward me and I jump, startled. "Ah, here it is..." His arm crosses over my head to grab an open jar from the wooden shelf above me.
"You know the best thing about honey... it never goes bad," he says casually. Well, he is certainly good at changing the subject. The fluorescent orange honey in the jar is peculiar enough to distract from the question at hand. He dips a finger inside and scoops a thick glob of the stuff, bringing it level with my mouth.
"Tell me what you think..." But as he brings it to my lips, a bit dribbles off his finger and falls to my chest. I giggle and squirm in place as it tickles and rolls down my breast. Matthias' attention is now fixed on the bead of honey trickling between my cleavage, licking around his lips.
I tug slightly at the cut of my blouse with one finger, saying, "Oh, no! Now I'm all sticky..." My tongue darts to the corner of my upper lip.
I grab Matthias by the wrist to plunge his finger into my mouth and my eyelids flutter. My lips suck wildly on his finger while I swirl my tongue in the sweetness of the honey. The taste is phenomenal.
Matthias' eyes burn with fiery lust. He wraps his arm around my corpulent body and pulls me in close. His mouth slurps on my breast, lapping at the honey with the flat of his tongue.
Matthias moans as I hold his head hard against me, burying his face in my tits. He takes a fierce hold of my bra and pulls down hard enough to rip the front of my blouse.
My tits jiggle free and Matthias dives his mouth onto one of my nipples. He takes a loose grip around my breast, stuffing as much of it as he can into his mouth while flicking his tongue all around the areola.
I brush my fingers through his dark hair as he moves to the other breast. He nibbles gently on the nipple with his wet lips, darting his tongue between them. I grab hold of the hem of his shirt while he's bent over, smothering himself between my tits.
I lift it off of him and stand in awe of his magnificent body, teeming with virility. He pulls me in against the hardness of his rippling pecs and our lips connect in a passionate kiss. My back arches as he holds me from behind; my wide thigh lifts in the air and my leg wraps around his.
As he holds me in the embrace with lips locked, I reach down a deft hand to get at his belt buckle. The sound of leather chafing against denim echoes in the tiny room, followed by a snap.
Then I undo the button at the crotch and tug down on the zipper. I press my palm flat against his six-pack and glide along his abdomen until my fingertips touch the waist of his briefs.
Then I dive my hand down into them and wrap it around his engorged shaft. Matthias is huge. The pulse of his cock beats quickly in my hand.
I pull back to end the kiss, saying, "You are awfully big. I might have a little trouble getting it all down my throat." I pout at him playfully. "But I'll try my best, for you..."
As I crouch to get down on my knees, I tug down hard on his pants and briefs until they are around his ankles. I reach around to squeeze his tight ass and pull him toward me from behind. I look up at Matthias, licking sensually around my lips, letting my eyelids of purple eye shadow drop slowly until I'm eyeing his cock.
Then Matthias' head tilts back and he moans when I press the flat of my tongue against his hard shaft. I slick it up from the base to the neck, leaving a wet sheen of saliva along the way.
I wrap my tongue around the head and glide it up and down, feeling it twitch against my taste buds. I lap up the precum dribbling from the tip with relish.
He tastes sweet like honey. Sweeter, even.
"Mmmmm," I moan, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking hard to get more of it out. "You taste delicious," I say in muffled words, sucking hard enough for my cheeks to cave inward.
I let my head drop a bit, slipping my lips down the shaft as I shove his stiff dick into my warm throat. Matthias grips the back of my skull while I'm pushing down deeper... and deeper...
Then I have to suppress my gag reflex when his cock taps the back of my throat. Thick, bubbly saliva spurts from my lips and rolls down to the base. My throat closes tight around the head of his cock as I retch on his dick. Black tears of mascara roll down my plump cheeks and drip from my chin.
But I manage to keep it down. I push my head down further, shoving his cock into my esophagus. Matthias moans and grips a clump of hair at the top of my head as his whole dick slips into the warm wetness of my throat.
I begin bobbing my head up and down along his cock, throwing up more saliva and gushing thick mucous from my nostrils, drenching his trimmed pubes.
As I work his cock in the depths of my throat, I let my gag reflex squeeze around the length of his dick, trying hard to ignore the swelling pain in my esophagus.
I gag and choke and cough on his dick. My tongue swirls around in my mouth, teasing along the shaft. Matthias digs his long fingernails deep into my temples and groans. The head of his cock twitches in the back of my throat.
I am becoming desperate for air. One last stream of spit spews from my lips as I drag my mouth off his dick. Thick strings of saliva cling to his cock as I pull away, until my head is tilted all the way back and I'm gasping for air.
He picks me up by the waist and carries me over to the worktable. When he tosses me on top of it, the force of my landing sends the lantern smashing to the floor.
The glass frame shatters, but the tiny candle inside continues to flicker. The dim light flares red against the outline of my curves and Matthias' perfect body.
He wrestles at my pants, flinging them across the room in one quick motion. He holds my legs back so my knees are at the sides of my head, my big round ass tilted up in the air.
Then he buries his face in my wetness, lapping and sucking with delight. His tongue licks between my folds and swirls in a figure eight pattern around my clitoris. My hips jolt and my legs spasm in the air.
My ass bucks against his face with every passionate slurp and suck. Girl juices gush from me and drizzle down my ass crack. Matthias glides the tip of his tongue along my crack, moaning and lapping up my fluids.
Then he nibbles softly on my clit and the muscles of my core jitter and spasm. My vision blurs.
When Matthias comes up for air at last, he wipes the wet sheen of my juices around his mouth with the back of his head.
"You taste sweeter than any honey I have ever tasted..." Did he really mean it? My heart pounds in my chest. Before going down on me again, Matthias drools over my pubic hair. His tongue dances around my pubis, then up and around my belly button.
When he gets there, his hands find their way to my supple tits. He grips one in each hand and squeezes, slipping his tongue between my wet folds again. The tip of it parts the walls of my entrance, curling and stimulating my insides.
My back arches and my arms fall loosely over the sides of the narrow table. The tight muscles of my core contract and my ass bucks against his face buried between my thighs.
"Matthias--I'm--c--cumming!" My whole body shudders and my pussy quivers, gushing a deluge of fluids into his mouth. His tongue waggles and thrusts, sending my legs into a fit of orgasmic twitching.
I brush fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck, holding him against me as my insides convulse.
Then my body goes limp. The dim light of the lantern illuminates my heaving breasts as I lie there, basking in the warm glow of ecstasy. When the tremors in my body begin to subside, I reach to guide Matthias by the chin so he's over me.
I wrap an index finger and thumb around t
he head of his cock and guide it to my sopping wet entrance. I smile up at him, saying,
"Matthias... I want you inside me." I feel the ripples of his hard chest rolling over my skin as it skims across my belly. He slips in the wet sheen of my torso until his face is over mine.
Then he licks the softness of my lips with a slick tongue and I feel his shaft slipping between my folds. Drops of his precum dribble between my thighs and roll down my robust ass cheeks covered in goosebumps.
I gasp when I feel his girth parting my entrance. My tightness grips around his massive size, compressing his cock as it slips in deeper. I can feel my walls giving way to his enormous dick.
A thick vein beats against my insides, pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat. Droplets of sweat roll from his bulging pecs and dribble over my round breasts.
His giant cock spreads me apart; my legs jolt reflexively in the air. I squint hard, trying to hold back the urge to scream. A quiet whimper escapes from my lips instead.
My arms reach around to hold his clenched ass, encouraging him to go deeper with a gentle tug from behind. I bite down hard on my lip to stop it from trembling.
"Kat... you are so tight." He groans loud and long. In one sudden thrust, his head slams against my cervix and I wince. It hurts a little at first, but the pain quickly subsides in the euphoric tremors creeping out to my extremities.
I wrap my legs around Matthias and hold him in a sweaty embrace. I never want him to pull out. It just feels too good to let him do that...
"Matthias, I--don't want you to pull out."
"But, Kat... you could get--"I squeeze him tighter with the legs and arms wrapped around his body, holding him against me with all my strength.
"It will be okay... do it Matthias... please?" Matthias' pelvis continues drilling into me with its rhythmic thrusting. The remaining honey jars on the table topple over and shatter.
My long auburn hair is plastered to my face by sweat. I squeeze and relax my limbs around his body in time with his aggressive humping. Matthias beats against my cervix with reckless abandon. He grunts and huffs, squinting in focused concentration, desperate to stop himself from cumming.
My tight walls clench around the whole of his stiff dick as it plunges itself in and out of me. My hips rock against him in the air, coaxing the head to squirt his seed into me. Then I feel it twitching in the very depths of my pussy.
"I can't hold it any... Kat, I think I'm--I'm gonna cum!" He pins my hands down against the desk, committing himself with a final impaling thrust. His body convulses on top of me; his legs quake beneath him. I squeeze my legs tight around his ass when I feel his thick, warm spunk flooding my uterus. An explosion of orgasmic energy bursts within the depths of my core.
We moan loud together while our bodies tremble against each other.
My walls continue their tight contractions around his cock, milking every last drop of his hot load deep inside me. Matthias's knees buckle and his full weight collapses on top of me.
In a groan of resignation, his head drops to my chest and his cheek slips in in the sweat of my breasts. I hold him there, twirling a finger in his dark hair while he listens to my thumping heartbeat.
Matthias has almost certainly impregnated me. Being a virgin until now, I've never had a reason to use birth control. A bit of his cum dribbles out from me and rolls off his ball sac. As we lie together in our tight embrace, I can't help but wonder if our child will be like him--whatever he is.
Matthias has taken my virginity, but at the same time, he has awoken a passion within me I never knew was there. I want to travel with him, tasting the honeys of the world and learning the subtleties of flavor. Now that I bear his child, Matthias will protect me and be my guardian. My whole world is about to change.
CLAIMED BY THE ALIEN PRINCE
CHAPTER ONE
News of the turmoil raging across my planet flashes across the vid screen dead center of the comm station. With the king dead the people want a prince that will give them an heir but I'm not that prince.
At least, not yet.
Hope soars as my ship comes into a standard orbit above the big blue planet my father calls - called - earth. From this vantage point it looks like a rock intermingled with flowing water.
Cool, blue, soothing water. Water so cold it could douse the fire raging inside me. Since my father's illness took up most of my time sensual pleasures had no place in my life.
Pent up sexual energy along with a need to find a bride leave me needing cold showers most days. I need to jump into the hunt for a bride. Not just a bride. A queen.
I walk away from the vid screen, the stories of civil unrest and saddens me. A once noble and proud people the citizens of Dal'Atar now scramble with fear of the unknown.
Without an heir I could be the last king. Guilt gnaws at me that I'm still without a wife, without an heir. I thought I had all the time in the world. Now duty threatens to strangle me. The urge to find a queen foremost in my thoughts I push the news out my mind.
The door to the command center swooshes open just as I'm about to leave. Rel, my second smothers a surprised look. "Your majesty, what brings you to the command center?"
"Relax, Rel, I'm not staying. I'm heading to the observation deck."
"Of course. I will let you know if there is anymore news."
I wave noncommittally and leave the command center to the trained officers. The ship is a maze of corridors that all look the same but for small details that the casual observer often miss.
I walk down the corridors with ease until I reach the observation deck. The best deck on the entire ship. From here I can see everything that is going on down on the planet. Whatever planet we happen to be hovering above. The door swishes open and I hold my breath, hoping I'll be alone.
For once. Inside the darkened interior I sense no other presence. My eyes adjust to the light quickly and I scan the area. No one.
Finally alone with my thoughts I pull up the view screens showcasing areas of the planet's northern hemisphere from the dozen or so cameras pointing down from the belly of the ship.
The swish of the door behind me causes a muscle in my jaw to twitch. Before turning around I know my second is standing there. Ever hovering. I'm sick and tired of the endless prattling about my royal duty.
Rel means well and I know my people need a prince who will provide stability in the face of my father's death. They need a prince who will provide an heir. This planet is my last hope of finding a queen. Rel rushes up to me and hands me another read out of the turmoil back home.
"I literally just left the comm station, Rel."
At least he has the good sense to nod, bow slightly and keep his gaze focused on the ground. My anger at a boiling point I'm looking for any reason to get into a fight.
I have specific needs when it comes to a queen. I can't settle for just anyone. Humans are the most compatible with my race and since coming here so often with my father I've grown accustomed to their physical traits.
"Yes, your majesty. I merely wanted to impress upon you the urgency of your quest to find a queen."
"I'm working on it."
I zoom the cameras in closer to the planet, drilling down until I see in great detail a busy restaurant with a variety of clientele milling about.
A flash of yellow at the back of the establishment catches my attention and my balls immediately tighten. My cock grows and hardens. A breathtaking beauty stands outside rubbing her arms for warmth in the cool air.
A check of the readout on the vid screen tells me it's cold down there. Cold enough for a coat and boots.
Yet the woman in yellow stands in a short sleeve shirt and black skirt rubbing bare arms and taking deep breaths. Her full hips bring images of hot, urgent sex to my mind. Her curves make my mouth water.
A cascade of dark hair drapes over her shoulder, lifted by a breeze that makes her shiver. Her generous breasts make me want to fondle them. As if attuned to my thoughts her nipples harden into peaks
visible through the thin barrier of her yellow shirt.
I know it's the cold, the wind puckering her nipples but I don't care. I imagine suckling them, her head lolling back in passion as she moans arching into my mouth.
"I'm going to the planet."
"Very good, your majesty. I will let teleporter services know you're on your way."
"You do that. And make sure all but essential personnel are evacuated from that deck."
I rush out of the observation deck with images of the woman in yellow racing through my mind. A glimpse of her isn't enough. I need to know all about her. Need to feel those curves under me as I plunge into her.