Page 68 of The Alien Noble's Little Human

Zaya laughs with delight, causing her tits to bounce even more tantalizingly. My tongue lightly flicks her nipple while my fingers pinch the other. Zaya moans right in my ear. My cock never even had the chance to go soft.

My free hand moves right for her pussy, which is already soaked. My fingers slide right in as Zaya releases a shaky moan. She was able to make me cum shockingly fast, and now it seems I get to return the favor.

My fingers barely apply any pressure before her whole body is quivering against mine. Her hands grip onto my shoulders for balance as her knees wobble furiously.

“Oh, Taurek...I…” Zaya’s words turn into an unintelligible moan as I suck on her nipple and apply more pressure to her pussy.

I lift Zaya up, still trembling with pleasure, and I toss her on the bed, onto her chest. My cock is already rock-hard again. It twitches as Zaya shakes her ass in the air for me.

Standing right behind her, I guide my cock to her pussy. The heat pulsating off her makes me even harder. I rub my tip along her pussy lips. The moment my tip touches her, Zaya moans.

I continue to tease her pussy, not quite sliding myself in. Her moans grow more animalistic as she demands more.

Finally, I relent. My cock effortlessly slides all the way into Zaya. Her warm and wet pussy accepts me and holds on tight. Instantly, Zaya’s moans explode out of her mouth. She buries her face into the mattress. Yet still, her moans echo around the chamber.

I lean my body over Zaya’s as I thrust into her. My lips kiss her neck and her moans become even more crazed.

Without warning, Zaya reaches up behind her. She manages to grab onto one of my spines and starts stroking it. The pleasure extends across my body. I start thrusting faster and faster.

The pressure builds up in me more and more with each stroke of my spine and each thrust into her perfect pussy. Her continuing moans bounce off the walls. It all brings me closer and closer.

My moans turn into a roar as my cock explodes into her. Shot after shot of my seed fills up her pussy. Her moans mix with my roar in the air.

I pull out of her as I catch my breath. My cock still dripping cum and her wetness. Zaya rolls onto her back with a smile. She slaps the bed next to her, motioning for me to lay next to her.

“Oh?” I say. “I hope you don’t think we’re done here.”

Zaya laughs. I lean down and pull her into a deep kiss. I can’t think of a better person to be my fated mate.

34

ZAYA

My life has never been more tranquil. It wasn’t long ago when my only goal was to make ends meet and get by while learning more about my passion.

Sometimes, parts of me still think this is all one big dream where I get to live out the perfect life. Even this morning as I slowly bat my eyes open, I can’t believe this is where I am and that none of it is an illusion.

I wake up in the arms of my mate, Taurek, as he peacefully sleeps. I never get bored of looking at him. Even after three months of marriage, his face is a revelation. I watch as his defined chest slowly rises and falls with each breath he takes. His skin is warm and inviting as I trace my fingers over his muscles.

“How did I ever find you?” I whisper with a smile. I reflect on my journey up until this point, remembering how Talan had come to me on that fateful day, telling me the Prince himself was in need of my services.

Little did I know I was to go on a perilous adventure with him, dodging death and racing against time itself, all to save his ailing daughter. I learned not only about Taurek, but about myself. Safe to say it was a shock to the system when I realized the turn my life wound up taking.

“It was you who made it all feel so safe,” I mutter, talking to Taurek as if he were awake. I chuckle at the memory of thinking that we weren’t going to end up together, realizing I was silly to ignore the signs my heart was giving me, all because of Kantha.

I lean forward, closing my eyes as I bring my lips to those of my mate. Even in his slumber, he kisses me back, gently lulling him out of his sleep as his eyes slowly open.

“Good morning gorgeous,” he rumbles out in his gruff voice.

“How did you sleep?” I ask.

“My rest was beautiful, like you.”

He props himself up against the bed frame, extending his arms in a satisfying stretch. Cracks and pops ring through the air as he stretches his neck and back.

“No rush, but when you’re ready, let’s go have some breakfast with Hanai,” I tell him.

Soon, all three of us sit gathered at the dining table, a sight that’s become a mainstay of my morning.

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