Page 80 of Alien Peacock

I plunge my hand into his pants and grab hold of his hardness, my moves marked by the same need as his. “We’re both warriors.”

“Good. We still have a war to win. We’ll chase the Bululg off Earth. Soon.” He pulls my panties down my hips and lets them drop.

Jumping onto him, I cling to his neck. “I know. They have no idea who they’re messing with.”

He positions his cock at my entrance. “Oh, I think they do. They’re running scared now.”

I lower myself onto him, all the way in one smooth move. I’m so wet for him it’s almost painless, except for a bit of a burn that immediately turns into the start of a climax. “Scared ofyou!”

He grunts as he bottoms out in me. “Oh no, my love. They’re scared ofus.”

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“Ido,” I state firmly. My voice echoes from the walls of the common room inside Gigori.

It’s not how I ever imagined my wedding: inside a hollow asteroid, with mostly aliens in attendance, wearing a military battle suit and having a lion-like alien magician officiate. But now, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Any way is fine, when getting married to Arelion.

“Then by the Interspatial Arcane powers of the Fire Mages, I pronounce you husband and wife,” Archmagus Yomeran declares. “I don’t need to admonish you to stay together, because neither of you know when or how to give up. That is as it should be. Now you owe it to the galaxy that produced you both to have many offspring. I think that was it… yes, we’re done. Turn around and receive the well-wishes of your friends. Oh, and some couples like to kiss about now.”

Arelion puts one giant hand on the side of my head and kisses me tenderly. “I actually always like to kiss you.” His eyes shine.

“I know,” I reply. “And I think you always should.”

He kisses me again, making a little show of it for the guests. He obviously enjoys being the center of attention.

There aren’t that many of them here in the common room of Gigori, which suits me fine. Peroena is here, and Virlu and Sponz and Cerak. Some of Arelion’s closest allies on Eo managed to get here in time. And Tara is here, which makes me happy.

She comes over to me. “Congratulations, Maeve! I never thought this would end with one of us married!”

“I’m as surprised as anyone,” I sniffle as we hug tightly. “I would be perfectly fine just having survived this long.”

“He’s incredible,” she says. “And he’s a valuable ally.”

I laugh through tears. “Always thinking of Earth, Tara. Yeah, you’re right. He has to get his own planet fixed first, but then he’ll be looking for another project.”

Virlu lumbers up to me. “A wife is a woman who is married to a spouse, typically a legally recognized union or partnership.” He wipes moved tears from his big eyes.

“Thank you, Virlu,” I say as I embrace his furry body. “That means a lot.”

A specter of colors flashes past. “Take good care of him, Maeve. He looks like he loves only himself, but he loves his friends more. And you most of all.”

“Yes, Sponz,” I promise. “He’s safe with me.”

The archmagus comes over, robes flapping. “Sorry about the events at Xap Station. It got a little bit out of hand. But as I said the first time we met, I had to introduce more uncertainty elsewhere. I couldn’t wait any longer without serious repercussions for the whole galaxy.”

“It’s all right,” I tell him. “It ended well. Maybe get your entertainment in a safer way next time?”

He thinks about it. “No, I like this way. Goodbye.” He’s gone again. And, I can’t help thinking, hopefully for good.

Cerak rolls over, back to his trash can shape. “They say I should congratulate you. Although the void knows why. I can’t imagine a worse fate than being tied to that blue giant for life.”

“But you stayed with him voluntarily,” I point out. “He can’t bethatbad.”

“He’s not. Sorry, I’m trying to learn how male organics deal with their friends, which appears to be a mix of insulting them and risking their lives for them. It’s very confusing for a simple battlebot like me.”

“I think that would confuse anyone,” I admit. “Me included. Thanks for helping us on Xap Station. I never knew you could turn yourself into a war machine!”

He sighs. “I was made as a battlebot, but I thought I had retired from that. Even Arelion didn’t know. He believed my story about being a faulty trash can robot, and I had settled into that life. But I couldn’t just watch Buroteo and his cronies get their way. Well done on blowing up that place. It was a hive of evil.”

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