Page 60 of Alien Prince's Fake Bride
“The drugs have worn off,” I tell him. “That monster sobered me up fast. I don’t actuallyneedgas or drugs to like you, if that’s what you thought.”
“Nor do I,” he replies, stroking my hair. “I’ve liked you since before we met. Just hearing your voice, ordering me to stand down and be boarded. And then I discovered that you’re not only brave and resourceful, but also sweet. That mix is quite irresistible.”
“And so you fake married me,” I remind him as my Syntrix cups his twitching bulge.
Intense eyes bore into me. “That marriage is only as fake as we want it to be.”
“How fake do you want it to be right now?” I ask, caressing his bulge. I guess there’s a little bit of drugs left in my system.
“Right now I want it to be real.” He leads me back to the fire, puts more wood on it, and stands still for a moment, just looking into the jungle while I stroke his hardness outside his pants.
“There are more creatures around, but only small ones. I think the fight with the armored one scared them.”
The firelight dances across his blue skin. The golden streaks catch the glow like molten metal. I step closer, and my boots sink into the soft earth. The survival blanket spread beneath us crinkles as I kneel. The jungle hums, alive with chirps and distant roars, but the wooden barricade holds firm, our fragile shield against the wild. My camouflage jumpsuit clings to my skin, damp from the humid air and the adrenaline of our earlier fight. We’re a unit now, forged in battle, fighting together and using Syntrix to great effect.
His tendrils shift to a deep violet as they curling toward me. Their tips brush my shoulders. The Syntrix surges, a warm current that links us, not just body to body but mind to mind, a melding deeper than before.
I feel his desire, sharp and raw, feeding my own. My fingers tug at the split of my jumpsuit, and the fabric parts to reveal my flushed skin. He sheds his pants, his exotic and unspeakably enticing cock exposed. Its alien ridges and nodes streaks pulse faintly with light, as if it has a life of its own.
I lie back on the blanket. The jungle’s heat wraps around us. Mareliux kneels, his massive frame towering yet gentle. Two tendrils snake forward. One coils around my wrist, another traces my thigh. Their touch feels electric through the Syntrix. I feel his sensations, his need, and his restraint, like they’re my own. My breath hitches as a third tendril grazes my nether lips. It ignites a fire that spreads through my core.
As he lowers himself, his lips capture mine in a kiss that’s all hunger, no hesitation, unlike our first tentative exploration in the dome. This time we're both completely sure. The Syntrix weaves us together, our energies merge until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. My hands roam his chest, fingers dig into his muscled flesh, feeling the power that saved my life today.
His tendrils move smoothly, one circling my breast, another slipping lower It strokes my pussy with deliberate precision. The pleasure doubles, his sensations echoing in me, a loop that makes my head spin.
“Mareliux,” I whisper, my voice thick, urging him closer.
His cock presses against me, its strange shape stretching me as he enters, slow and careful. The intrusion is intense, on the edgeof too much, but the Syntrix guides us. My body molds to him, remembering that this is going to feel incredible. Every ridge and curve fit perfectly, like we were carved for each other. The connection hums, a pulse that binds us tighter with each thrust.
His movements quicken, deep and steady. Each one sends shocks of pleasure through me, amplified by the tendrils. One teases my clit, another curls around my neck, possessive and tender. The jungle fades, the barricade, the dinosaurs, all drowned out by the Syntrix, by us. I move with him, hips rising, chasing the crescendo building inside. His tendrils flare gold, then crimson.
“Umbra,” he growls, his voice breaking, and I feel his climax building through the Syntrix, pushing me to the edge.
The orgasm hits me like a wave. My body clenches around him as I cry out, but the sound is lost in the jungle’s din. He follows, his release a low roar. His pleasure floods me through our connection and makes my own climax burn brighter, longer, until I’m trembling beneath him.
We collapse, tangled in the blanket, his tendrils draped over me, protective. The fire crackles, the jungle alive around us, but we’re one, bound by the Syntrix, our breaths syncing as the stars peek through the canopy above.
“I love you,” I mutter, so relaxed I'm not even sure if I am actually saying it. If he replies, I don't hear it.
- - -
When I wake up, the jungle is brighter. Mareliux is busy cutting the dead raptor into pieces he can drag out and toss into the woods.
“Did anything happen during the night, Vera?” I ask, scratching my head and yawning as I sit up.
“A few things,”the AI says cheerfully. “You had a lot of sex, I think. I was closing my cameras, of course, but I couldn’t help overhearing the?—”
“Yes, yes,” I cut her off. “I mean, after I fell asleep.”
“Oh. No, not much happened after that. There was a lot of movement around us, but there were no attacks. There was a blue moon that came up, but I only saw it in glimpses because the leaves are very dense above us. Shall I go into more detail?”
“No need,” I tell her. “Thanks.” I pick one of the fruits up from the ground and carefully bite into it. The juice is tart, but has enough sweetness that I decide it’s fine to eat. I think I’ll need the energy.
Mareliux quickly finishes with the raptor. “The blood inside the pod is still a problem. We may have to make a floor above it until it dries out enough that we can scrape it off.”
I hand him a piece of fruit. “Try this. It should be safe.”
He sits down next to me and bites into the fruit without a second thought. “Yes, we better be careful about eating those emergency rations. We will only use them when I’m bored and need you to entertain me with your Syntrix abilities.”
