Page 68 of Her Alien Guardian

“I know I promised to show you the galaxy,” Gamma said as we climbed the porch steps. “And I still intend to. But first, I thought we might spend some time here on Prosperia. Just us.”

I gazed up into Gamma’s deep blue eyes, feeling our connection deepen. Without words, our thoughts began to meld and intertwine. I sensed his profound love and devotion washing over me like warm waves. His joy at finally having me as his wife radiated through our bond.

Gamma’s emotions flowed into me—his fierce protectiveness, his pride in how far I’d come, his eager anticipation for our future together. I felt the depth of his desire, a primal hunger that made me tremble. Yet underlying it all was a tender affection that brought tears to my eyes.

In return, I opened myself fully to him, letting him experience the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. My gratitude for his patience and guidance. The lingering nervousness about my new role as his wife. The giddy excitement of starting our life together in this beautiful home. And beneath it all, a deep, abiding love that took my breath away.

We stood there on the porch, lost in each other’s gaze, communicating volumes without uttering a word. I felt Gamma’s consciousness caress my own, soothing away my anxieties. His steadfast strength bolstered my confidence. His unwavering belief in me made me feel invincible.

As our connection deepened, I became acutely aware of Gamma’s body. I felt the heat radiating from his skin, sensed the quickening of his pulse. His desire kindled an answering need within me. My breath caught as I experienced the effect my presence had on him—the tightening in his groin, the hunger building in his core.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar tingle between my thighs as my governor activated. At the same moment, an alarm chimed from Gamma’s handheld device. My cheeks flamed with heat as I realized my new husband would know exactly how hot and bothered he could get me.

I ducked my head, mortified despite the intimacy we’d just shared. It seemed absurd to feel embarrassed about being needy on my wedding day, especially after everything we’d experiencedtogether. Yet old habits died hard, and all the feelings of shame the Vionians had instilled didn’t vanish overnight.

Gamma’s gentle chuckle rumbled through me as he tilted my chin up. His eyes sparkled with affection. I knew he could sense my conflicted emotions—the desire warring with lingering shame.

“My sweet, blushing bride,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Never be ashamed of your need for me. Your desire is a gift, one I’ll treasure always.”

His words soothed my embarrassment, replacing it with a surge of love and gratitude. I stretched up on my toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Gamma growled low in his throat, his arms tightening around me.

Again the fire between my legs tried to rise, and again the chime of Gamma’s handheld made me blush. Smiling, he stepped back, reached into his pocket and withdrew his handheld device. He held it up for me to see, his eyes twinkling with amusement and desire. The screen glowed a deep, vibrant purple—the highest possible alert level.

“It seems my blushing bride is in quite a state,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Shall we do something about that?”

Before I could respond, his fingers danced across the screen. Suddenly, a wave of sensation crashed over me as my governor surged to life. The near absence of sensation between my thighs exploded into an inferno of need, making me gasp and clutch at Gamma’s arms.

“Oh!” I cried out, my knees buckling. “Gamma, sir, I can’t… it’s too much!”

But my new husband simply chuckled, sweeping me up into his strong arms as if I weighed nothing at all. “Hold on tight, sweet one,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m about to carry you across the threshold.”

Distantly I realized that the door of our new home had slid open in front of us. As Gamma stepped over the threshold, cradling me against his broad chest, another wave of arousal went through me. The combination of my cunny’s release from the governor’s moderation and the heady romance of the moment left me dizzy with need.

My entire body felt electrified, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. The silky fabric of my wedding gown seemed to caress my hypersensitive skin with each movement, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat of Gamma’s body through his suit, smell his masculine scent mingled with the crisp tang of his alien pheromones.

The foyer of our new home displayed a stately Victorian elegance, with gleaming hardwood floors and a grand staircase sweeping up to the second floor. Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, painting the space in a kaleidoscope of colors. But I barely registered any of it, too consumed by the inferno raging between my thighs.

Gamma carried me through an arched doorway into a magnificent great room. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the lake, its waters dappled with liquid gold in the late afternoon sun. But it was the enormous picture window directly across from us that captured my attention; a vast expanse of glass that seemed to bring the beauty of the outdoors right into our home.

As Gamma approached that window, I felt myself teetering on the very edge of release. My body trembled in his arms, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I clung to him tightly, burying my face against his neck as I fought to maintain control.

“Gamma,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so close. I can’t… I can’t hold back much longer.”

Then, helplessly, but with the full knowledge that I was being naughty, I squeezed with my thighs and I started to come. The tension that had been building inside me suddenly snapped. Two weeks with my governor set to seven, or three, or once to zero when I was being punished… two weeks without my new husband’s enormous hardness inside me had left me so much needier than I would ever have guessed. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last. My body convulsed in Gamma’s arms as the most powerful orgasm of my life tore through me.

“Oh, god!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the spacious room. “Gamma! Oh, Gamma!”

My fingers dug into his shoulders as I clung to him desperately. Every muscle in my body tensed and released in rapid succession. My toes curled inside my delicate wedding slippers, and my back arched, pressing my breasts against Gamma’s broad chest.

Through our mental connection, I could feel Gamma’s satisfaction and arousal as he witnessed my illicit release. His arms tightened around me, supporting me as I shuddered and writhed in the throes of ecstasy.

As the first wave of pleasure began to subside, Gamma’s lips found mine in a searing kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth,claiming me thoroughly as aftershocks of bliss continued to ripple through my body. I melted into the kiss, surrendering myself completely to my new husband.

The kiss seemed to last an eternity, yet ended far too soon. As Gamma pulled away, I whimpered at the loss of contact, my eyes fluttering open to meet his intense gaze.

“Did you ask permission to climax, Tessara?” Gamma’s voice was low and stern, though I could sense a hint of amusement through our bond.

Heat flooded my cheeks as the full realization of what I’d done hit me. I bit my lower lip, dropping my gaze in shame. “No, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

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