Page 50 of Her Alien Guardian

“It’s… it’s hard to describe,” I finally whispered, my voice barely audible even in the quiet room. I paused, struggling to find the right words. “It feels… full. And strange. Like… like I’m being stretched from the inside.”

I heard Lydia take a sharp breath, and Elara let out a muffled gasp. The room seemed to grow warmer, charged with a curious energy.

“Does it hurt?” Lydia asked, her voice hushed and eager.

I considered for a moment. “Not exactly,” I replied slowly. “It’s uncomfortable, but… not painful. Just… intense. I can feel it with every movement, every breath.”

As if to emphasize my point, I shifted slightly, causing the plug to press against sensitive inner tissues. A small whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“Oh,” Lydia breathed, sounding both fascinated and slightly scandalized. “And… and why does Mr. Gamma… why…”

“Lydia,” Elara hissed, “it’s fine if you want to get yourself whipped, but it’s not fair to get Tessara and me whipped too!”

Lydia’s voice dropped even lower, barely above a whisper. “They can’t hear us,” she insisted. “Please, Tessara. Won’t you tell us about… aboutit?”

The way Lydia emphasized her last word made my breath catch. I realized with sudden clarity that she must be talking about sex. The innocence in her voice, the desperate curiosity—it struck me then just how sheltered these Prosperian girls truly were.

For the first time, I understood how deeply Prosperian culture prized the innocence of young brides. These girls, on the cusp of womanhood, knew almost nothing of what awaited them in the marriage bed. The realization made me feel strangely old and worldly in comparison, despite my own youth.

As a former Vionian captive, I possessed knowledge that Lydia—and Elara too, I strongly suspected—clearly craved. My experiences aboard theConqueror of Bresla, while often brutal and degrading, had given me an intimate understanding of sex that these proper Prosperian girls lacked entirely.

I felt an inextricable tangle of shame and pride at the realization. Part of me wanted to protect their innocence, to shield them from the harsh realities I had faced. But another part recognized their genuine curiosity and need to understand.

I felt the plug move inside me as I considered how to respond. The jolt of sensation seemed to go all the way through my body. I bit back a gasp, acutely aware of how my own arousal was building despite the lower setting of my governor. The physical reminder of my experiences, of my training for Gamma, made my decision for me.

“Alright,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. “What do you want to know?”

I heard Lydia’s sharp intake of breath, and even Elara’s quiet gasp of surprise. The air in the room seemed to grow thick with anticipation.

“Everything,” Lydia breathed, her voice filled with eager curiosity. “What… what exactly happens between a husband and wife? I mean, I know that husbands spank and whip their wives sometimes, when they’ve been naughty, but is there, you know, somethingelse? I know men have… something… between their legs that gets hard. I’ve seen it bulge in their trousers when they’ve been waltzing with young ladies at balls. And I’m sure that has something to do with what husbands do to their wives. But beyond that, I just don’t know.”

I swallowed hard, searching for the right words. How could I explain the act of sex to these sheltered girls without frightening them? How could I convey the potential for both pleasure and pain?

“It’s called a cock,” I began softly, feeling my cheeks burn at using such a crude word. “Men have cocks, and they… they put them inside a woman’s body. In her cunny.” I paused, listening for their reactions. “Sometimes in her mouth and even… even in her bottom. Men call it fucking.”

Elara let out a tiny squeak of shock, quickly muffled by what I assumed was her hand over her mouth. But I could sense her fascination too.

“Do…” she whispered. “I mean, does… does a wifehaveto?”

Lydia answered her in a scoffing tone. “Of course she has to, Elara. He’s herhusband.He gets to do whatever he wants with her.”

As I heard those words, I couldn’t help it: my mind drifted to Gamma. I remembered the first time I had seen him naked, his massive blue form towering over me. His cock had seemed impossibly large, far bigger than any of the Vionian officers who had used me. I recalled how it had felt when he entered me, stretching me almost to the point of pain but bringing indescribable pleasure.

I made no conscious decision to do it, but I found my hands had begun to drift down my body. One hand crept behind me, underneath my nightgown, fingers tentatively exploring the base of the plug nestled between my cheeks. The slight pressure moved it inside me, and I felt my brow furrow hard at the sensation. My other went between my thighs, brushing against the sensitive bud of my clit.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as I began to touch myself gently. The lower setting of my governor dulled the sensations somewhat, and I felt the slight tingle as it curbed my arousal, but it didn’tentirely suppress the gently blooming warmth between my legs. As I caressed myself, I continued to whisper to Lydia and Elara, describing in halting words the act of sex.

“It can hurt at first,” I murmured, my fingers moving in slow circles. “But it can also feel… amazing. Like nothing else in the universe.”

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed movement from the other beds. The covers on both Lydia’s and Elara’s beds were shifting subtly, rhythmically. With a start, I realized they too were touching themselves, driven by curiosity and budding desire.

“Does it… does it feel good when Mr. Gamma does it to you?” Lydia’s breathless whisper carried across the room.

I nodded, forgetting for a moment that they couldn’t see me clearly in the dark. “Yes,” I breathed. “Oh, yes. His cock is so big, it fills me completely. And he’s so strong, but also… gentle.”

My fingers moved faster as I spoke, remembering how it felt to be beneath Gamma’s powerful body. The plug in my bottom seemed to pulse in time with my racing heart, adding to the building pleasure.

“What about… what about your bottom?” Elara’s timid voice surprised me. “Does he… does he… f-fuck you there too?”

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