Page 77 of The Alien I Fell in Love with on Walpurgis Night

I run my fingers through is long hair and I know this is real. He continues to lap at my nipple and stroke my clitoris at a constant pace that builds such desire in me that I don’t remember why I was ever angry with him. Suddenly my orgasm breaks into thousands of little firecrackers of erotic ecstasy. And Axl holds me close to him as I come. His mouth now on mine kissing me through this. There’s nothing in the world but him.

I begin unbuttoning his uniform. “I want to feel your body next to mine. I want you inside of me.”

“Wait,” he says and gets out of bed.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to take the binding tattoos. Georgiana, I want to prove to you that no other women have anything to offer me. Not ever. I would rather die first.” Axl opens the base’s communications and asks Commander Fox and the doctor to come to our quarters.

I pull down my pajamas. “You want to do this now?”

“We need witnesses and I don’t want you to doubt me even for another second.”

Ten minutes pass and then both the doctor and Commander Fox are at our door. We were waiting in the bedroom, but I assumed we would do this in the sitting room, so I’m surprised when Axl says, “Now let’s return to the bedroom.”

“Is this going to hurt that much?”

“It will hurt a bit,” says the doctor. “But you need witnesses as well. You never had a proper marriage ceremony anyway, so this could serve for both.”

I look at Axl. “Witnesses?”

“Yes. We must consummate the binding tattoos. Would you like Caroline to witness too? Or there’s another human woman on the base as well, I don’t know her name.”

“No. But I don’t want these men to witness us either.”

“It’s an Alliance custom. This has to be legal.”

“Only the doctor,” I say. “I guarantee he doesn’t care what we do.”

“You’re right, Georgiana. I have seen it all and then some.”

Commander Fox hands over the black box to the doctor and says to us, “May the god’s bless you with many daughters.” Then he leaves.

The doctor hands the ornate black box to Axl who opens it and then sets it on a one of the bedside tables. I can see the flash of shiny silver instruments inside. Axl removes what looks like a small stamp with a long pen on the end of it. He then walks over to stand in front of me. “Give me your right arm.”

I willingly hold out my arm for him. He positions the pen and then says softly, “Georgiana Smith, my wife both fictitious and truthfully, now we will bind ourselves together not only by vows but by the physical body. Our bodies will never know another upon pain of death.” Then Axl places the binding pen on the underside of my right forearm, below my elbow. I look up at him expectantly as I don’t feel anything but the coolness of the instrument. “Now you must say that you accept this by verbally agreeing.”

I look into his green eyes. Can I really do this? Is this for real? With all the technology I’ve seen why couldn’t this be real too? “Axl, my husband, I accept your binding as yours will be the only body I willingly touch until the last breath I take.”

“Then by the god’s light I take you as my one and only,” Axl says and I feel like a million cold needles are punching through every nerve in my body in a steady rhythm that lasts for minutes. I cry out and would have collapsed on the floor if Axl hadn’t have caught me.

When I finally regain my composure I look at my arm. There are two intertwined circles there just as Officer Sem had shown me months before. “I can’t believe something so small could be so painful.”

“Just don’t have sex with anyone else or it will be even more painful,” the doctor says. “I hear it’s one of the worst ways to die.”

“How romantic.”

Axl says nothing but hands me the binding instrument to administer his tattoo. My hands are a bit shaky from the pain. “Axl, I asked this of you because of my jealousy, but you have agreed and for this you will always have my loyalty, I bind myself to you until the last breath I take.”

Axl says, “I accept your binding as yours will be the only body I willingly touch until the last breath I take.”

I put the binding tattoo in a similar place to mine on his grey forearm and he doesn’t even flinch or close his eyes through the pain. “Did it work?”

Axl kisses me passionately and I drop the instrument as an intense wave of arousal sweeps through me.

“Do you feel that?”

“Yes,” I say my voice not my own because of my sudden desire for him.

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