Page 33 of Alien Prince's Fake Bride
His gaze softens and shifts to something warmer and more personal.
"But I need you to trust me, Umbra. Just for a little while longer. We need to make this believable. And I find I do not wish for you to leave." His thumb brushes across the back of my hand.
The vastness of space surrounding us, the quiet hum of the ship, the sincerity in his voice — it all creates a strange intimacy. My anxiety is still there as a knot in my stomach, but something else is stirring, too. A reluctant trust, a burgeoning curiosity about this remarkable alien who has suddenly become so important to me.
He lifts his other hand, cupping my cheek. His touch is surprisingly soft against my skin. "You are brave, Umbra. To agree to this, to face the unknown. I know you’re a soldier and you’re doing it for your homeworld, for the safety of Earth and its people. And still, I am grateful. I am doing this for my people, too."
His eyes drop to my lips, and it’s as if the air thickens between us. The earlier tension, the shared fear, seems to transmute into something else entirely. A pull, unexpected and undeniable. I’m starting to think that hegetsme. And that maybe, in a strange way, I get him, too.
My own gaze flickers to his mouth. He is so different, so alien, yet in this moment, there is a strange familiarity, a shared vulnerability. The artificiality of our situation fades into the background, replaced by a raw, undeniable connection.
He leans closer, his breath warm against my face. I can feel the subtle thrum of his energy, a faint vibration that resonates within me. His tentacle crown shines in deep red. My heart begins to beat faster.
"May I?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the transparent floor.
I nod, my breath catching in my throat. The fear is still a whisper, but the curiosity, the unexpected attraction, has grown louder.
His lips meet mine, tentatively at first, a soft exploration. Then, with a shared sigh, the kiss deepens. His alien mouth is human in its tenderness, yet there is an underlying intensity, a hint of something wild and unknown.
My hands are still trembling slightly when they come up to rest on his chest, feeling the solid strength of his muscles. The kiss intensifies, a silent conversation passing between us. It’s a mix of fear, trust, and a burgeoning desire that’s been simmering in me since that first experience with his mouth.
The vast expanse of stars outside the glass sphere seems to fade away as the universe narrows to just the two of us, suspended in this moment of unexpected intimacy. We’re both taking risks, both acting not for ourselves but for something bigger. He’s taking a risk trusting me.
And I’m risking a lot, trusting him. But he saved me from that lightning machine. He was magnificent, sauntering towards me like an angel of life, lit up in electric blue.
He has a raging bulge in his pants, and I can’t tear my eyes away from it. The fabric strains, outlining something that is both familiar and impossibly foreign. My pulse races, a mix of nerves and heat pooling low in my belly. I’ve felt his tentacles before, their deft, writhing touches driving me to heights I didn’t know existed, but this — this is new territory. My jumpsuit feels too tight, the seam at the middle practically begging to be split open.
Mareliux pulls back from the kiss. His eyes search mine. His tentacles pulse as they shift from deep red to a shimmering violet. Their tips curl toward me like they’re as eager as I am. “Umbra,” he says, voice rough, “I need you to be certain.”
I swallow, my throat dry. I’m not certain at all — not of what’s coming, not of how my body will handle him. But the pull between us, that strange, electric hum that’s been buzzing since we met, drowns out the fear. I want this. I wanthim.
“I’m ready,” I whisper, my voice steadier than I feel.
His hands move to my jumpsuit, and his fingers find the seam at my chest. With a gentle tug, the fabric parts, sliding open to expose my skin to the cool air of the domed room. I shiver, not from cold but from the way his gaze drinks me in, like I’m something precious and wild all at once.
He shrugs off his pants, kicking them aside with his boots, and I finally see him. His cock, alien and intimidating, ridged and pulsing with faint luminescent streaks that glow in the starlight. It’s larger than I remembered, its shape strange with nodes and curves and textures that make my breath hitch. I’m both terrified and aching for it.
He steps closer, his tentacles brushing my shoulders, my arms, their touch feather light and teasing. One curls around my waist to guide me down to the smooth, transparent floor. The stars stretch endlessly around us, a dizzying void that makes it feel like we’re floating free in the universe. His hands are steady, one cradling my head, the other tracing the curve of my hip as he lowers himself over me.
“You’re safe with me,” he murmurs, and there’s that vibration again, thrumming through his voice, through his touch, resonating deep in my core.
I believe him. I don’t know why, but I do.
I spread my legs, trembling as he positions himself. His tentacles move, two of them stroking along my inner thighs, warm and slick, coaxing me to relax. Another brushes across my lower lips, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that makes my back arch. I’m already wet from his earlier touches, from the memory of his mouth and tentacles working me to ecstasy, but this is different. This ismore.
He presses forward, and the tip of his rod nudges against me. I tense up. The size and strangeness of him could be overwhelming. It’s too much, too big, and for a moment, panic flares. But then his tentacles tighten gently around me, one stroking my cheek, another curling around my breast, teasing the sensitive peak.
“Breathe,” he says, his voice a low anchor. “Your body knows me.”
I exhale, forcing myself to relax, and he pushes in slowly, carefully. The stretch is intense, right on the edge of pain. But there’s something else, a warmth, a strange, perfect pressure as my body shifts, molds to him. It’s like my insides are reshaping, adapting to every ridge, every curve of his alien form. The sensation is wild, almost too much, but it’s also right, like we were made to fit together. The hum between us grows stronger, a current that pulses through my veins. It ties us together in a way I can’t explain.
He pauses, fully seated inside me, and I feel him everywhere. His alien cock is filling me, his tentacles are caressing my skin, his breath is hot against my neck. His eyes lock onto mine, glowing faintly in the starlight, and I see the strain in his face, the effort to hold back. He tilts his head a fraction, and I understand the unspoken question:Are you all right with this?
I nod, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shimmering blue skin. “Keep going,” I gasp, and it’s all he needs.
He moves, slow at first, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure-pain through me. My body adjusts, and the initial discomfort fades as the fit becomes perfect, seamless. The ridges of his cock drag against me in ways that make me moan, loud and unashamed. The sound echoes in the dome.
His tentacles are everywhere — stroking, teasing, one slipping down to circle my pussy, amplifying every sensation.I didn’t know they could stretch that far,an analytical part of me muses.
