There was a pull in all directions, from Adrien. The physical, the emotional. The pleasure was heightened by a sense of rightness about everything, that pull that she had had for Mor’an finally finding its satisfaction, finally finding itself pleased and sated. It was as if the shift within her very being that had been trying to come to fruition finally found it – she was one, whole, with Mor’an. They were one.
Her climax came hard, deep, making her spasm against him. It came, again, and again, and he didn’t relent. She was alight with sensation by the time he did, her pleasured cries echoing against the empty darkness of the paradise they were surrounded by. Mixed with it were his groans, deep and sensual in her ears as the sound reverberated within his chest. His own release didn’t cum until she was entirely spent, weakly clinging to him. It flooded within her, she felt it filling her entirely.
“Don’t want to stop,” she said, even as she twitched and shook around his body. She rocked her hips up against him, keeping him snug inside of her. When he moved, she was afraid that he wasn’t going to give that to her, but she was wrong. Instead of scooting her off of him, he rolled so that he was on his back, and she was straddled over him. Her thighs spread widely, given the girth of his hips. She had to steady herself, putting her hands to his chest as to not be jolted from the sensation of everything.
Mor’an settled his own hands against her hips, and with his strength he raised her up. She moaned at the feeling of his satisfaction and member sliding out of her, and was further pleasured when he brought her back down onto him.
It was his strength that set her pace, and then her own insistence that furthered it. It took a little, he was so big and there was so much of him to take, but she managed to plant her hands in her chest and move her hips with the insane, pleasurable motion of his own. She moaned with him, felt him press ever deeper with their position, and she couldn’t help but cry his name to the night. It echoed around them, bounced back in the air to them. It mingled with his own moans, his animal growls and the raspy breaths that he took.
They coupled like animals – that was the only thing she could use to describe the bestial way that their bodies merged together. She had to think this was what it was like for them at the very least; nothing but primal desire and animal want driving their most base instincts. That’s all it was – instinct. The instinct for her to submit to his alpha-like power, to let this man take what he wanted, for her to give her everything –
He had to have felt it to, of that much she was sure. Their pace quickened, quickened, until he was pulling out of her to shove her over, onto her hands and knees. She didn’t complain – how could she? Not with the swift way that he entered her from behind, shoving into her dripping, wanting body. She clawed at the grass beneath them, getting the dirt in her fingernails.
She had never had sex like this – never out in the open, never so filthy and carnal. She liked it rough sometimes, yes. But that was with men that barely knew what they were doing, men who couldn’t do nearly half as much as Mor’an did to her then. Those men didn’t have her tossing her head back to practically howl at the moon, didn’t have her pressing her hips back against them in a fervor to take them deeper, harder. Hell, those men had never been able to measure up quite as well as Mor’an did when she asked for harder – asked for more, asked for deeper.
When they came again, it was together, too, and Mor’an’s hands dug deep into her hips, snapping her back against him as he filled her up and her thighs quaked in pleasure. His seed spilled into her, then seeped out of her, down those quaking thighs of her as a testament to how good it had been for the both of them.
There were no words as they collapsed to the ground together, just pants that softened to slightly heavy breathing and bodies still wired tightly with the feelings that they were experiencing. He remained inside of her, something that she wasn’t used to, but was hardly opposed to, either. It felt good to have him still buried within her womanhood, that thickness of him keeping her full and open, almost past her capacity.
His face nuzzled into her neck as they lay there, as if taking in her scent. He nibbled, sucked, kissed at her skin. She enjoyed the lingering warmth of his body pressed to hers, and she didn’t even mind they were covered in sweat, dirt, and cum. He continued to touch her, a little. Teased, even. They fell asleep together, after, a clumsy satisfied mess of sweat and satisfaction mingled between the two of them. He was still swollen, inside of her. Though she was sore, it was pleasantly so.
When she dreamed, she dreamed of nights like that to come, wrapped up in the arms of the man who was easily becoming her center.
The next morning, she awoke, feeling particularly warm and satiated. Mor’an was still asleep beside her, snoring softly. His breath fluttered against her hair – that was one of the first things that she noticed.
The next, was that their positions hadn’t changed, even through the night. He was still snug inside of her, and from what she could feel, he was still hard, too. She rocked back against him a little, and he stirred only slightly. Adrien smiled a little to herself; there was something she wanted, just a little more than continuing the line of activity that they had had the night before.
She slid off of him, gently. Slick leaked out of her when she did, but she kind of liked how filthy that was and didn’t pay it much attention other than enjoying it. She gently nudged the still-sleeping Mor’an to his back, and smiled at the way he stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up.
Adrien’s attention went to better places – below the belt. His member still stood straight and proud, and in the proper light, she could admire it better than she had the night before. It matched the sheen of his body, and wet with the slick and satisfaction that still clung to him from the night before, it looked particularly appetizing.
Her path started at his chest, kissing him lightly there.
“Mor’an,” she said, her voice sing-song. He stirred only slightly at it, and she concluded he was obviously the heavier sleeper between the two of them. No matter. She would just continue her fun and he would have to awaken… eventually…
Smirking, she kissed him more, moving from his chest to one of his nipples, flicking her tongue over the bud lightly. A soft moan escaped Mor’an as she did, and he groaned as she moved lower and lower. She let her teeth skim his flesh, and was particularly pleased when he began to roll his hips against her mouth working over his body.
The scent of them clung to his skin, and when she got to his length, she couldn’t help but moan – darting out her tongue to flick over the still-engorged head of him, they even tasted divine together. A sweetness and manliness that she could easily get drunk off of if she let herself.
But this wasn’t about her – what she found appealing, what made her feel good. This was about giving a bit back to Mor’an. Around and around his head her tongue flicked, sliding over the slit in his member as she did. She teased him there, not moving to take him fully in her mouth, wanting to arouse him from his sleep so that he may enjoy it to the fullest before doing so. She smirked at the head as his hips began to rock in earnest, and his eyes blinked open.
“Adrien?”
His voice was full of sleep, and questioning, but she was glad that he didn’t try to pull her away. Instead, his fingers threaded her hair, tugging gently before urging her down a little more. She got in a little more teasing to him before she did so; she suckled at the head of his member before lowering herself down to lick and suck at the juices on the rest of him. He groaned at the sensation, and that only spurned Adrien to continue on.
There was something about having him in her mouth, at her mercy like this that was entirely too appealing. She had never been opposed to pleasuring men like this – how could she? – but there was something special having such a powerful creature at her mercy, with just her mouth and her mouth alone.
When she was done teasing, she went at it in full. Her lips wrapped snug around his length, and with his hand at the back of her head, guid
ing her movements, she bobbed up and down on it. She used the faintest hint of teeth, the sweet suckling of her mouth, and the constriction of her throat to draw out louder, deeper sounds from him. She reveled in every growl and curse that fell from his lips, and the more insistent they became the more she gave to him.
It was a delight, truly, when a second hand of his joined the first, and his earlier guiding quickly became him using her mouth the same way he had used her body the night before. She even gagged a little – but she liked it. She moaned around him and let him have her, deciding to slip her fingers between her lips to rub and circle her little nub.
She brought him, and herself, to completion. He tasted better than she could imagine as his body seized up and he spilled down her throat, the liquid of him coating her tongue. She drank him down and licked him clean before popping off of him, the both of them panting.
It was looking like it was going to be a good day.
VII: Plans in Motion
It was interesting, to Adrien, to think that weeks before she had planned to escape, somehow, from Mor’an. Not because it was an insane thing to want – he had taken her from her home planet, to be fair – but because after little over two months, she found herself no longer wanting to escape from him. that, she knew, was the insane thing, but it wasn’t something that she was going to try to change, either.
Their consummation had put… a lot of things in perspective for her.
It was like she saw the world as Mor’an did. She was still human – she had no super strength nor senses, could not tell the differences in body chemistry the way that Mor’an could. She had not changed in that way. She was still a person.
But Mor’an… Mor’an did things to her, and inside her she felt different. She felt better being with him.
The funny thing about biology, she knew, was that all the explanations in the world didn’t make it any less weird, or strange. It was weird, she could admit, that there was a creature that wasn’t human that could affect her the way that Mor’an did, but she took that weirdness with a grain of salt and didn’t try to overthink it too much. Going back to her facts, there were a few things that she knew.
Fact One: No one on Earth would accept their coupling.
Fact Two: The scientists at the labs would salivate at the chance to experiment and see what the connection between the two of them was on a biological level.
Fact Three: She didn’t really feel like being a science experiment.
With those things in mind, she welcomed the prospect of continuing their time together. Whatever this was, whatever their biology had set in place for each other, it was something that she wasn’t going to push away. Mor’an seemed pleased with this fact. That was evident in the way he ravished her at any opportune time. Each was as good – if not better – than the last. The more he gave, the more her body wanted. Perhaps it was an addiction that their coupling had set into motion. It that was the case…
It was an addiction that she was willing to carry.
That made her consider their next course of action carefully, one day while Mor’an was out hunting them something to eat. The ship ran on solar power – they could go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted, so long as there was a charge or a sun in their corner of the universe. The prospect was an exciting one for her. It ignited that sense of adventure that had always come with her scientific curiosities. Coupled with exploring more of this new-found connection with Mor’an… it was exciting.
She had to talk more with Mor’an, however. Because there were other things that she needed him to be aware of, other things that she needed him to know. Unexpected, surprising things. Things that should have terrified her, but honestly intrigued her more than she could have ever imagined.
Her hand settled to her stomach, and she smiled.
The future was going to be a grand adventure.
Epilogue
The hall of the ship was filled with the sound of pattering feet. Up and down the hall, followed by peals of laughter and high-pitched squeals. Adrien rolled over with a sigh, burying her face into the warmth beside her. It was early. Far too early, as far as she was concerned. She needed more sleep.
An arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. She made a tired noise, and beside her, Mor’an laughed.
“They’re very excitable.”
“More excitable than full-human children. Are all Jundar like that?”
“Hmm… yes. We’re an energetic race.”
“Clearly.”
Mor’an laughed again, and this time she looked up at him blinking sleepily.
Her stomach was round, again, and it was the only thing keeping her from pressing solidly against him properly. It was twins, this time, though she wondered if her sanity was going to hold up to having two small ones at the same time. The two running through the hallways weren’t twins, but they were still a handful enough.
“It’s your turn, you know,” she said, batting her lashes up at Mor’an. He smiled down at her, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I know. I’ll get them fed and settled. Sleep a little more.”
She was already, and didn’t go back to sleep, but she did enjoy the peace that followed Mor’an trekking out into the hall, scooping up their little ones, and taking them to the dining hall to eat. Instead of sleeping, she lay there, smiling a little to herself. Despite the interruption of her sleep, she honestly had little grudge to hold against the fact that it was sleep that was interrupted by her children. She had never thought deeply about becoming a mother, but when she had realized that she was pregnant with Mor’an’s… well. There had been a sense of excitement over the dread she had assumed would accompany it, and Mor’an had welcomed the thought of their children growing inside of her with enthusiasm and joy.
They had stayed on Pallenor, long enough for her to carry and deliver, long enough for their eldest, Morana, to learn how to walk. It truly had been their own paradise, living as their little family together.
The younger, Valan, was conceived as they traveled through time and space. He had been about as planned as Morana had been, but no less loved. His pregnancy had been harder, certainly not the breeze that Morana’s had been, but he had been brought into the world kicking, screaming, and as much a handful as any baby could be.
The twins, had been planned that time. At least in conception. Adrien and Mor’an had taken a trip back to Pellanor, to show the little ones the beautiful place that none other in the world could compare to. Adrien had felt connected to the place, considering it was where their first child had been conceived, and when she’d asked Mor’an if they could try for another, he had enthusiastically agreed. They hadn’t thought that two would come from that coupling – but two had, and though the idea was daunting, they both welcomed it wholly.
Settling her hand on her stomach once more, she rolled out of bed. She wrapped a robe around her, as far as it would over the considerable protrusion of her stomach. The sight in the dining hall gave her pause, and a smile.
Her two children, a gorgeous blend between her and Mor’an, sitting at the table. Mor’an, cutting fruits they had taken from Pellanor to feed them. This was her family. They were the loves of her life, and she knew that her choice those years ago to remain with Mor’an had been the right one.
She was happy.
Slaved
~ Bonus Story ~
An Alien Abduction Romance
Lyra has always known Earth Two wasn't entirely under human control. Places called 'Out Zones' litter the planet - places uncharted by human explorers, and known to be inhabited by tribal natives known as the Ammarok. As a resident since childhood, though, she's always been curious, always wondered what life was like in the Out Zones, outside of the confines of the Compounds that housed human civilization. On evening trek leaves her stranded outside, in one such Out Zone, and she's taken in by two warrior Ammarok men. She quickly learns that she may be getting more for the price of her curiosity than she originally tho
ught.
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Lyra
The air was chilly that night, biting at Lyra’s skin despite the pull-over that she wore. She supposed that she could have worn something a little more appropriate, but to her credit, she had been so excited about this night that it had slipped her mind. I wasn’t every day, after all, that one found an opening in the Compound’s walls, a gateway into the outside world.
As she moved in the shadows, avoiding the blue-green beams of floating scanners moving here and there through the air, her heart beat faster than her legs carried her. The closest Out Zone was only another block or so away, and she had happened upon it by accident less than a week ago. It had been a wonder to her that she had managed to wait so long to go exploring, but preparations had to be made.
Earth Two had only been occupied for about fifteen years. She had been five when her father, an Admiral in the Earth’s Intergalactic Navy, had been stationed there as a part of the starting colony. She barely remembered what Earth was like – but she loved everything about Earth Two (except perhaps the uninventive name; scientists, it seemed, weren’t always the most creative people.) It was a beautiful planet, nearly three times as large as Earth with more sustainable resources and untapped potential. The colony had flourished in the fifteen years of its start, expanding into more territories, save for the Out Zones.
The Out Zones were unexplored terrain, occupied by native colonies of creatures that were rumored to be warrior-like tribes. The original masterminds behind the colonization of Earth One had wanted to avoid the many problems that had happened on Earth is mass colonialization – namely the destruction and near extinction of native populations. It was different… perhaps a little trickier when the native populations were alien and not human in nature, but a full-scale extermination wasn’t something that anyone wanted to have happen.
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