Page 65 of Mated to the Alien Warlord

I reached the bed and she rose on her knees. Her hands worked the laces on my breeches, brushing over my cock, and I sucked in a breath of hot pleasure.

It felt as if it had been years since I claimed her body. My hands moved up to cup her tantalizing breasts, full and glistening in the candlelight.

Her head fell back at the contact, and she inhaled sharply but kept working the laces. Almost aggressively she pulled the ties out until my cock sprang free, and when she took him into her hand, precum leaked down its head.

"Are you sure?" I asked in a husky voice.

"I am," she nodded, pulling me forward by the band of my pants.

Her head rose, and I lowered mine to kiss her hungrily. I placed my hands underneath her arms and pulled her up higher so I could press her body against mine.

Her hands worked on my shirt while I wiggled my hips to drop my pants all the way down.

I let her glide back to the bed, face down, then I began kissing my way down her body to fulfill my promise. I reverently kissed the purplish marks running up and down her milky skin, envying her for the forever-etched memory of having carried our son.

She moaned under me, and when my palm cupped her delicious tit, her moan turned even louder. Her body writhed underneath my ministrations, and I turned her one more time to gain access to the sweetest nectar known to man.

Anticipating finding her wet and ready, I wasn't disappointed. She opened her legs to me like a flower, and I dove in, already intoxicated by her sweet scent. But that was nothing compared to when my tongue lapped her from one end to the other, tasting her deliciousness that was like a fine wine going straight to my head, nearly making me dizzy.

Her legs scissored around my head and my hands cupped her ass to keep her in place while I began to work her pussy. Her moans turned into low mewls when my tongue found her clit, and I closed my lips around it, alternately sucking and licking it.

My fingers found her wet canal and I dove into her, spreading them and feeling her walls flutter around them.

She came hard with a cry. Her upper body bounced off the bed and her hands dug deep into the furs. I kept sucking and licking mercilessly, moving my fingers up and down, reveling in the sensation of her spasming walls around them.

Suddenly she sat up and pulled on my hair to get my head up. She claimed my mouth with abandon and her hands directed me to the bed to lay down on my back.

My cock throbbed in anticipation as she climbed on top of me, spreading her legs. I leaned up and cupped her bouncing tits while she fed my cock to her greedy cunt and my eyes rolled back. Like a hot, wet glove, the walls of her pussy, still vibrating from her climax, surrounded my cock.

She spread her fingers over my chest for leverage while she leaned forward, and she began to ride me until I saw stars.

That wasn't how I wanted to take her though. It had been so long, I needed to claim her.

With a growl, I flipped us over to be in control and thrust into her with all the longing that had built up over these past weeks.

Her tits bounced beautifully, and I grabbed one, massaged it, while I kept my weight off her with the other, simultaneously thrusting in and out of her.

Her keening sounds only spurred me on even more, until, with a wave of dizziness, I exploded inside her, unloading my seed into her warm womb, while she cried out my name. "Vandor!"

"MINE!" I bellowed.

I collapsed on top of her, mindful of keeping my weight off her. I rested my forehead against hers and reveled in the mingling of our breaths while my cock twitched inside her, and her walls fluttered all around me.

"I love you," I said when I had my breathing somewhat under control.

"I love you too," she panted, still trying to catch her breath. "I don't ever want to be apart from you again."

I hated to do this to her, because I didn't want to ever be apart from her again either, but I swore, "It will be the last time."

Once the human threat was dealt with, I was reasonably certain there would be no more wars in the foreseeable future. Any thought of rebellion had been quelled the moment we rid Thyre of Fionbyr and Grobhan, and it looked like we were finally allies with the hated Vandalls. Now we only needed to deal with the humans. The Udruns would never be more than pesky noise we needed to control.

Thedayswerebecomingwarmer, turning something I usually yearned for dreadful, because it would mean the inevitable separation from Vandor.

Brogan had already planned out where most of his denizens would be hiding, including Alahna, Murtagh, and me.

The only ones excited about it were Lynette and Syseann. Being on the move had become second nature to them, and they were putting doubt in my plans for safe houses. How many other women would want to be moving around rather than being fettered to one place?

But that was a hurdle I would cross when the time came. For now, other worries were at the forefront of my mind.

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