Page 16 of Alien King Crashes the Wedding

Sasha squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed. It finally sank in how utterly out of her depth she was. She knew next to nothing about Caldorians and the man she was sleeping with. They werealiens, for fuck’s sake.Shit. Shit. Shit.And he wanted to spank her? What had she gotten herself into? She needed to talk to Rachel.Double shit.How was she going to do that with Dagan right there? Sasha’s thoughts were spiraling out of control. She couldn’t get enough air.

“You,” gasp. “Can’t”, gasp. “I,” gasp. “Don’t,” gasp. She bent over, trying to get more air. Dagan helped and pushed her head between her knees.

“Relax and slow your breathing, baby,” he murmured as he crouched down beside her. He held her hair out of the mud with one hand and slowly stroked his hand up and down her back in a soothing motion. He had dropped down to one knee and it was planted in the mud. She couldn’t help but note that he was ruining his pants to help her. The absurdity of it actually helped calm her as much as anything else.

Sasha took a few deep, cleansing breaths. She could handle this. She’d handled the sudden and tragic loss of her parents. She’d handled her big brothers since she was in diapers. Well, almost that long, she mused. She’d handled school and working a crazy number of hours. She could handle one huge alien warrior.

“If you’re feeling better, I’d love to hear what you think I can’t do,” he teased her, his good mood restored.

As Sasha straightened, Dagan stood, his hand still holding her hair. She looked around, her face flaming. She’d already made a spectacle of herself, and didn’t want to make it any worse. They appeared to be farther from the group at last, but she still wanted to sink into the mud where no one could see her. She looked at Dagan, who appeared completely unruffled by the scene, if a little amused. The jerk. “I think we need to talk,” she whispered. “In private.”

Dagan’s eyes twinkled, but he answered seriously, “If we have privacy, I’m going to fuck you before I spank you.”

“No. We need to talk,” she repeated with determination, glad her voice only wobbled a little.

Dagan stepped in close and kissed her until she was weak in the knees. She didn’t even notice when he waved the group to go on ahead. As they quickly dispersed, she tried to gather her thoughts. She couldn’t think straight when he kissed her like that. He knew it, too, and continued to nibble on her neck, walking her backwards to the nearest tree. She shivered. He could take her there, fuck her out in the open, when anyone could come looking for them. It was dangerous. Exciting.

“We could get caught,” she gasped as Dagan lifted her easily to straddle his waist and leaned her back against the tree. Her natural inhibitions warred with her desire to feel Dagan buried deep inside her. She wanted him. Here. Now. A trickle of liquid heat soaked her panties. She was excited and full of fear. It was a potent aphrodisiac.

Dagan’s hands were everywhere. He stroked her breasts lightly through her sweater and tank top. Her nipples were peaked and she knew he could feel them through her clothes as he pulled at one before pushing her top up above her breasts and taking one into his mouth. As his mouth suckled and teased her taut nipples, his hands roamed over her hips and ass, clenching and squeezing until she was squirming with need.

He makes me feel so good. Desirable. Naughty. Wicked. Bold.Sasha squeezed her legs in silent invitation. He needed no further invitation as he yanked at her belt and plunged his hand inside her jeans. He slid his fingers down through her delicate pink lace panties, pushed through her feminine folds, and plunged a finger into her wet, throbbing core. She moaned in need as he pushed a second finger deep inside her. He was adept and quickly found her most pleasurable spot, pressing and rubbing until she gave in to the tidal wave of sensations.

Sasha thought she couldn’t take any more when Dagan put her down and removed her jeans and panties along with her boots. She stood shakily on her discarded clothes and leaned back against the tree. Dagan put one arm behind her to protect her from the rough bark as he reached up to the collar of his blue shirt and squeezed. He uttered a few words that she couldn’t understand, and his shirt began to transform into a thick fur cloak.

She was awestruck and stared with her mouth open until he laughingly draped the cloak around her. She squealed in surprise as he growled and lifted her up high, demanding she drape her legs over his shoulders.

She lost all sense of time and space after he spread her open. He licked her juices and stabbed his tongue deep inside her, driving her up to the peak, then starting over as he worked her clit, alternately laving and sucking, until fire streaked through her and she exploded. She was unthinking, uncaring. All she knew were his lips. His tongue. His strength. She lost all sense of propriety and screamed her release.

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me.” Dagan quickly lowered her to the ground with the fur cloak under her. He opened his pants and his fully engorged shaft sprang free, already leaking pre-cum. She knew he would fit, but he still looked impossibly big. He spread her knees as wide as they would go, exposing her engorged clit and liquid heat. He positioned himself to enter her throbbing core. She was very wet and he buried his huge shaft to the hilt in one long stroke.

“Aah!” she yelled. He was too big.It’s too much! Too much!She arched her head and shoulders back, overwhelmed and shaking, unable to breathe. Her body trembled in shock as she struggled to accommodate his huge cock, which seemed to pulse and grow even larger inside her. Sweat broke out across her forehead.

“Easy now. Breathe,” Dagan soothed as he reached for her hands and held them securely above her head. “You can take me.”

Sasha took a few shuddering breaths. She didn’t know how it was possible, but she could swear he was even bigger than he was before. She felt him twitch inside her, and tried to lift her hips, but he had spread her so wide, she really couldn’t move much. She groaned in need as she realized her predicament. He was in total control.

Dagan saw understanding in her eyes and set up a fast, punishing tempo. He refused to come inside her until she was exhausted and couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure he was giving her. There was no relief as the inner walls of her channel clamped down on his cock again and again. Sasha screamed as another orgasm ripped through her.

“Scream my name,” he growled as his cock jack hammered inside her. “Have to understand,” he panted. “You’re mine.” He slammed his cock into her. “No fucking chances.” He continued his punishing pace, giving her no respite.

Sasha couldn’t hold back any more. She screamed his name over and over as wave upon wave of pleasure ripped through her. Her inner muscles gripped Dagan so hard and long he finally gave in with a shout and pumped his hot seed deep inside her.

She couldn’t move. She didn’t have the energy to keep her eyes open. She drifted back to Earth slowly, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. He reversed their positions so that he didn’t crush her with his weight, keeping her locked to him as he rolled. He didn’t pull out right away, but stayed intimately connected as he slowly continued to release inside her, far longer than a human man.

He hummed in satisfaction as she wiggled her bottom. He had done as much as he could to soften her mood before he agreed to ‘talk’. She was intelligent, sweet, honest, charitable, and their sexual chemistry was off the charts. She would make an excellent queen. He had chosen well. He would not give her up. She was perfect. He refused to acknowledge the real reason he couldn’t give her up. She’d stolen a piece of his heart.

Dagan wrapped the cloak around the two of them to make sure she stayed warm, and snuggled her in close. He loved her hair and played idly with the long waves. He waited patiently for her to begin talking. It would be counterproductive for him to remind her that she wanted to talk if she had moved off the subject on her own. He continued to play with her hair, determined to enjoy the moment as long as he could, more content than he could ever remember as Sasha idly traced his markings.

“Dagan?”

“Mm-hmm?”

“Dagan,” Sasha took a deep breath and began again, her cheeks already red with embarrassment. “I don’t want to talk until you’ve finished… uh… you know? How long, exactly, does that take?” Sasha gave a small wiggle as she felt another spurt of semen.

“How long? Are you asking how long I am going to shoot my seed deep inside you?” He grinned with male smugness as his cock bumped her cervix and jettisoned the last of his seed. He eased out of her, tucked himself back into his pants and rolled to his side so they could talk.

“I am a Caldorian male, little human. When we began having sex every few hours, it triggered an increase in semen production, among other things. It will continue to increase with each release until my body detects a change in your body chemistry or we stop having frequent sex.” Dagan stroked her face and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

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