Page 30 of Alien Prince's Claim

I curled the blankets around me tighter, luxuriating in how they pressed against my skin and made me feel cool and alive.

I had worked hard — we both had — and now my body felt like it wanted to melt into the sheets and into the embrace of a nice nap.

I was grinning ear to ear not only at the memory of the time we spent together but the knowledge that finally — finally! — I had achieved what I had set out to do.

I had mated with an alien male — the best alien male I could ever imagine.

I pressed my hand to my stomach and thought I could feel his hot seed inside me, swimming powerfully toward my eggs…

Okay, so maybe I couldn’t actually feel them swimming but I like to think I could.

I had fantasized many times about mating with an alien, about the best way for the seed to enter me, what the ideal position was to get pregnant…

But all those thoughts left me the moment I was alone naked with Yaltah.

I had allowed my body to live by its instincts and do its thing.

It had carried out a faultless sexual performance.

I had turned Yaltah on as much as he had turned me on.

I loved — no, love was too weak a word for how I’d felt — I had found meaning and purpose in feeling him between my legs, grinding on him and pulling him as deep inside me as he could go…

Right on the very fringes of what my physical body could take.

And I had relished every moment of it.

I had thought the connection we had as lovers would only be superficial.

Sure, I liked the way he looked and it wouldn’t have felt quite so good if he had been a blob-like creature with wandering tentacles invading my every orifice… but now I realized just how important that bond was.

I felt confident that it would help with getting pregnant, that the seed and egg would be imbued with the very same feelings of passion we had for each other.

I was a deeply spiritual person and it seemed obvious to me that everything affected everything else, that there was some kind of spiritual bond between everything and all things in the universe.

The baby would pick up on that, I was sure.

In the bathroom, Yaltah splashed water over his face.

What a gorgeous specimen he was, I thought.

How lucky I was to have him in my bed… and how stupid — or perhaps unfortunate was the better word — the first potential mate had been to give him up.

I couldn't see myself giving him up for any reason.

Not when he looked and fucked like that.

I giggled as I pictured the rest of the week, of the kinds of positions our bodies would be put into as he injected me with his powerful seed.

It was shaping up to be the best week I’d had in a very long time — perhaps ever — and I didn’t want to miss any of it.

I would make myself available to him, every part of me.

I wanted him to use my mouth and throat, to gag me and make me wet and sloppy (just so long as he inserted his cock at the last moment, of course!).

I would give him everything he wanted.

“No,” was not a word he would have to hear from me.

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