by Luna Voss
Cleo told me that the Kyrzons were big.
But this is something fucking else.
Gurrak’s alien cock is so big it almost scares me. It’s very long, with a little drop of precum glistening at the tip of its bulbous head.
But it isn’t the length of his cock that impresses me.
It’s the girth.
I’m pretty sure Gurrak’s shaft is thicker around than my wrist. Big, throbbing veins snake up and down its length, adding the appearance of a ridged texture, and it gets even thicker towards the base. It seems to be the perfect counterpart to the rest of Gurrak’s body: huge, vascular, and powerful.
I feel tiny, kneeling in front of Gurrak as his tall, muscular form towers over me. I look up at his huge cock, engorged and throbbing, and the urge to put it into my mouth is overwhelming. I take it in my hands, amazed at the way I can barely close my fingers around the shaft.
The war chief is staring down at me with rapt attention, a look of intense need on his face. He’s watching my every movement, completely focused on my mouth, and how close it is to his erection.
I give the head of his cock a little lick. An experiment. Testing the water. He groans, and his cock twitches. I smile.
My pussy burning with arousal, I open my mouth wider and try to close my lips around the head. It’s so big and thick that I’m barely even able to do so. His skin is warm, and surprisingly soft, and it has a salty taste to it that makes me want more. I push my mouth even further down on this shaft, and then quickly come up to prevent myself from gagging.
“Your little human mouth is the best thing I’ve ever felt,” Gurrak breathes, and I can tell from his expression that he means every word. The moment I take my mouth off his cock, his face falls, and he looks like the only thing he wants in the world is for me to suck him again.
I take him into my mouth again, my confidence rising. It makes me feel sexy and powerful to know how much pleasure I’m giving him. Every little movement of my mouth on his shaft causes him to gasp, and his cock to twitch. Gurrak may be a brutal warlord in charge of an entire clan of warriors, but right now, he’s putty in my hands. Zyzza can go to hell, and so can any other Kyrzon woman who wants a piece of him. It’s my lips that are wrapped around his cock. I’m the reason that his breathing is growing heavy, and his muscles are clenching as he grunts with satisfaction.
I may not be allowed to talk, but I sure have found an effective use for my mouth.
Gurrak starts to lose control as I keep sucking him. I slide my mouth up and down his shaft, going as deep as I can, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against my lips and tongue. I hear him groaning, and watch as his movements become more frenzied. He keeps opening and closing his fingers, as though searching for some way to release the tension inside of him.
“Fuck, you little mouth feels so good,” the chief grunts, starting to buck his hips against me, thrusting into my mouth. I moan softly against his cock, trusting that it doesn’t count as talking if I’m not able to form words.
He grins down at me. “Do you like having my cock in your mouth, Julia?”
I nod eagerly, still sucking him.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep sucking me like that,” he groans. “Is that what you want?”
I nod again, my arousal increasing at the idea of being able to please him like that. I want to see him in pleasure. I want to experience his climax with him. I want to taste it squirting out of him.
Gurrak grabs a handful of hair at the back of my scalp. It’s spread over a wide enough area that it doesn’t hurt, just tingles deliciously as he uses it to control my head. He starts thrusting himself into my mouth with intent, growling as he does so, his eyes closed. He looks like he’s getting completely lost in the act of pleasuring himself with my mouth.
I can’t take it anymore. I reach my hand down into my pants and start to finger my pussy as I suck him. The whole area down there is drenched, and my fingers slide easily over my swollen clit, pleasure immediately shooting through me. I moan into his cock as he keeps thrusting.
“Yes,” I hear him gasp. “Oh, fuck yes, you’re such a good little human. I can’t wait for you to be my mate. You’re going to be so fucking perfect for me. I want to sink my cock into your little cunt and fuck you until you’re pregnant. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Julia, you’re going to make me come. You’re going to make me come right now.”
I feel Gurrak’s cock grow very stiff inside my mouth, and then it starts to twitch. I fondle his balls, feeling them tighten, and then spurt after spurt of his hot cum begins to pump onto my tongue. I keep sucking him, still rubbing my clit. I’m close to coming myself. The Kyrzon war chief growls with pleasure, emptying himself into my mouth, his muscular thighs clenching and releasing.
I follow Gurrak’s lead, keeping my lips wrapped around his cock until his thrusting slows and his growling fades to a low rumble. My mouth is filled with his seed, the very tip of his cock still resting on my tongue. He looks down at me, panting, something between excitement and relief on his face. From the intensity of his reactions, I imagine that this is the first time he’s come a long while.
“I can’t wait until I can fill up your cunt, and not just your little mouth,” he sighs, cupping my chin. He gently fucks my mouth for a little while longer, slowly dragging the underside of his cock over my tongue. I moan, looking up at him, continuing to touch myself inside my pants. I want to come too. I want it so bad.
Gurrak pulls his cock out of my mouth, and I make eye contact as I swallow his cum. He growls in approval. I let out a whimper, my hand still between my legs. I’m almost there. Just a little bit of help from him would put me over the edge.
“I want so fucking badly to take your clothes off,” Gurrak snarls, his eyes flashing. He pulls me to my feet. “But for now, I’ll have to settle for watching your pretty face as you come.”
He reaches into my pants, and his hand slides down to my wet folds. My whole body sighs in relief as his fingers find my clit and he begins to rub me in little circles.
It takes a conscious effort not to make words as the big alien touches me. I whimper and moan, riding on the edge, an orgasm threatening to turn me to jelly.
My legs give way as my climax hits me. Gurrak wraps his free arm around me, holding me upright, and I squirm around in place, pleasure coursing through me. All I can do is moan, the part of my brain that is still active using all of its power to make sure I’m not articulating.
The inside of my pants are drenched as my pussy stops twitching and the pleasure starts to die down. Gurrak squeezes my clothed body, and I wish so badly that I could be naked with him. I want to feel his skin on mine.
“Soon,” he whispers, as though he’s reading my mind. “Only one more moon, and I’ll be able to do anything I want to you.”
Chapter Fourteen
I’ve never had a man treat me with as much affection as Gurrak does after I’ve finished sucking on his cock. For the rest of the day, he looks at me with a new gleam in his eye, and touches me with a level of warmth that I’ve never experienced.
He makes me feel like a queen.
For my part, my own feelings for him have grown stronger, too. In many ways, he’s still very strange to me, brutish, savage, and so very different from the men I knew growing up. But in other ways, I’ve developed a relationship with him far more intimate than I’ve ever had with anyone else. He’s the only man who’s ever seen me naked, despite our current restrictions. He’s the only man who I’ve been sexually intimate with in any capacity.
He’s the only man who’s ever made me come.
The firm confidence with which he handles my body makes me burn in all the places a woman should burn for a man. The memory of his touch is tantalizing, addictive. Overwhelming. I’d be mortified at the idea of anyone else seeing me writhing and moaning in the kind of pleasure he’s made me feel.
But with Gurrak, I don’t feel embarrassed. With him, it’s so completely obvious that he’s aroused by my reactions th
at I feel like I can let loose, like I can just be myself. In that way, you could say, I have a greater bond with him than I even do with Cleo. As much as I love my best friend, I’ve still never admitted to her the full extent of my attraction to the Kyrzon species. Even with her, I still have secrets.
But my body can keep no secrets from Gurrak. Just remembering the intense, trembling, full-body orgasm he gave me this morning causes me to blush. I remember doubling over as he held me, letting him support my weight as I lost my ability to stand.
And I still haven’t even felt his cock yet. Not in the place I want it, at least.
Gurrak spends the rest of the afternoon leading me around the castle and the rest of the settlement, showing me the sights. He looks happy and eager as he does so, holding my hand, putting his arm around me, and generally going out of his way to touch me and treat me like I’m his.
Even banned from speaking, the whole experience is really nice. I don’t even allow my mood to sour when we run into Zyzza, and her fake friendliness threatens to make me want to puke. I really don’t understand how Gurrak doesn’t see right through her.
Regardless, the whole day is lovely and romantic. At dinner, Gurrak and I sit next to each other, and I have a better time than I did the night before. This time, the chief is extra attentive to me, squeezing my thighs under the table and smiling at me whenever he has the chance.
The way he’s treating me makes me feel proud to be his mate.
Or, you know, an Unproven Bride who will soon become his mate.
As I lie in bed that night, the memory of my day with Gurrak still playing in my head, I resolve to keep an open mind about the rituals I’m going through, and do my absolute best to complete them faithfully.
I like it here. I like Gurrak. I want to belong.
Chapter Fifteen
Gurrak comes to my room again the next morning. I pull him inside eagerly, wanting to repeat our explorations from before, but as I fall to my knees in front of him, ready to suck his cock, he pulls me back up to my feet, his face serious. He holds both of my hands in his, his expression making it clear that he’s preoccupied, and this isn’t a sexual rejection.
“Julia, the elders have informed me that we will be performing the bonding ceremony tonight,” he tells me.
I raise my eyebrows. Tell me more.
The chief hesitates. “The bonding ceremony is… one of our clan’s more archaic rituals. This is old, old Kyrzon tradition. Going all the way back to the Great War.”
I keep my eyebrows raised. Go on.
Gurrak continues: “The bonding ceremony is more of a test for me than it is for you,” he assures me. “It’s meant to test my love for you, and my resolve. The idea is that if I really want to keep you, I’ll be willing to delay short-term pleasure, and deny myself the experience of something I really want, even when it’s perfectly within my grasp.”
He hesitates again. My, my, this ritual must be something. I’ve never seen Gurrak flustered before.
We sit down on my bed together, and I examine his face thoughtfully. I want him to know that I’ll do whatever is required of me. I intend to prove myself like no other Bride has ever proved herself before.
“The bonding ceremony will be public, but no one will be allowed to watch,” Gurrak tells me. “It will be just like before, when the whole tribe had to turn around as you undressed. In fact, it will be outside, in that same clearing. The priests will assemble an altar, and that altar will include a bed.”
I feel my cheeks growing warm as Gurrak speaks. A bed? In front of the whole clan? Where the hell is this going?
It’s going exactly where I would expect it to be.
“According to the ritual, it is on this bed that I will take your maidenhood,” says the chief, his eyes flashing. “I will enter you, and I will bring you to climax, but I will not spill my seed. I must not. If I do so, the ritual will be a failure, and our union will not be permitted to continue.”
His words fill my head with swirling thoughts and emotions. The idea of losing my virginity during a ritual in front of a crowd of aliens is crazy, but weirdly enough, it’s actually the kind of crazy that I think I can live with. I’ve been looking forward to mating with Chief Gurrak ever since he purchased me at the auction, and if the first time needs to be a part of some weird ceremony, I can deal. I’m not even too stressed about the part where I need to have an orgasm: I’m so attracted to Gurrak that I’ve spent the last few days in a state of constant arousal, and my climaxes have come easily. Besides, if it really comes down to it, I can always fake it.
But the thought of Gurrak having to hold himself back, and that if he’s not able to do so, it will doom our relationship forever?
Yeah, that sucks.
One wrong thrust and I’m getting sold to Clan Burbba.
“You mustn’t worry,” says the chief, reaching out to stroke my cheek. “Julia, my darling Bride, please know that you mean the world to me. I will not permit you to leave my arms. You are to be the mother of my children.”
I allow my face to soften, and I snuggle up against him. Gurrak puts his arms around me, and he holds me there on the bed. I bury my head in his chest, the warmth of his body bringing me tremendous comfort. The Kyrzon keeps himself wrapped around me tightly, and I listen to his breath, and the beating of his heart.
Today is my bonding ceremony with Gurrak… but I feel bonded to him already. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.
Chapter Sixteen
After breakfast, Gurrak and I have to spend the afternoon preparing for the ritual. Several older males leave with Gurrak into the forest, smiling and clapping him on the back. It’s obvious that the bonding ceremony is an important rite of passage in this society.
I, meanwhile, am left with a group of three human women, including Kayla. They flock around me after breakfast, beaming. They seem excited to help prepare me for the ceremony.
“I remember the day of my bonding ceremony,” says one of the older women wistfully as we walk out of Castle Gar together. We’re going to a place that the women call the Hot Spring, where it is apparently traditional for the older human Brides to prepare new arrivals for their bonding ceremonies. Although our preparations for the ritual are meant to be female-only, our destination is outside the settlement, which means we are still flanked by a pair of spear-wielding Kyrzon guards.
“I thought this whole clan was insane when they first described it to me,” Kayla laughs. “I can’t imagine what kind of rituals the other tribes have.”
I want to ask Kayla questions about her experience with the bonding ceremony, but I don’t dare in front of the other women. I feel like they probably wouldn’t tell on me, but you never know when you’re going to come across someone who gets off on being a stickler for the rules.
So I follow them in silence, listening to them giggle and reminisce about their own bonding ceremonies. I’m surprised at the amount of affection with which they all seem to remember the event.
Personally, I’m just all kinds of nervous. I’ve been thinking ever since I met Gurrak about mating with him, about letting him be the first man ever to claim me, but I never imagined it like this. In front of the whole clan, with my mate not allowed to orgasm.
Even without the public aspect, the idea of losing my virginity is nerve-racking. I’ve long known that I would give my maidenhood to the Kyrzon who purchased me, but it never occurred to me that our first mating would have such a ritual component to it.
The idea of letting a man inside me for the first time while an entire clan of Kyrzon warriors stands nearby, facing the other direction, is not exactly the experience I had in mind.
And yet, at the same time, I can’t deny that a certain part of me finds the idea thrilling.
I know that every single warrior in the crowd would have me if he could. The only reason that I’m being claimed by Gurrak, and not one of them, is that Gurrak was powerful enough to be able to afford me.
Not even j
ust to afford me. To bribe an auction worker and make sure that no other Kyrzon would even have the chance to buy me.
The very fact that I will be performing a bonding ceremony with the chief of Clan Gurrak is a testament to my worth, and to the value I hold in the world of the Kyrzon tribes.
And so I know that when Gurrak mounts me on the altar, every Kyrzon in attendance will be wishing that it could be him instead. That he, and not the chief, could be spreading my thighs and laying claim to the most intimate parts of me. That he could be the one pushing himself inside me, and then doing the same every night until my belly is swollen with his child.
The idea of that many aliens wanting me, burning with desire for me as they listen to their chief claim my innocence, is enough to bring a blush to my cheeks.
I glance behind me at one of our Kyrzon guards, just in time to see him look away hurriedly. It’s obvious to me that he was looking at my ass only a moment before. I suppress a smile, feeling pleased with myself. The effect that I have on these Kyrzon men is extremely validating.
“You’ve been told what the ritual involves?” Kayla asks as we walk, looking over at me.
I nod.
“I figured so, I just wanted to check. I imagine it would be a hell of a shock if you didn’t know what you were in for. Look, we’re almost at the Hot Spring.”
Through the trees, I can see steam pouring through the air. We walk closer to it, and come out on a beautifully clear pool of water.
“We’re here!” announces Kayla happily. Our guards take positions on either side of the spring, facing away from us. “They won’t look at us while we’re bathing,” Kayla assures me, starting to undress. “The Kyrzons are really good about that.”
The two other women undress too, and reluctantly, I do the same. My reluctance vanishes, however, the moment I step into the hot water, and all of my troubles melt away.
It feels amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it. We certainly don’t have any hot springs in Human Territory. It makes me think of something called a “hot tub” that I’ve seen in Earth movies.