Page 17 of Mated to the Alien Warlord

"You are ready for me now, czira," he said. I heard his voice from somewhere far away and barely registered that he had changed his position yet again.

Something hard and warm pressed against my entrance, and my hips rose of their own accord as my legs spread even wider. His cock began to fill me, deeper and deeper, until it hit something and there was a short pain, but then only bliss as he thrust his cock into me, over and over, harder and faster. He leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucked on it, teased it with his teeth, and I rode another wave of undiluted pleasure as it rippled through me.

He let go of my nipple, and when I opened my eyes, his torso towered above me. His head was thrown back, his lips peeled away from his teeth, and his thick neck tendons stood out so hard, I could see the fast pulse of his blood as it rushed through him.

With a roar I was sure could be heard all the way back to Steppenfort, he released his seed into me while my walls pulsed all around his cock.

Bythegods,thiskallini milked my cock dry until there was nothing left. My head swam from loss of blood, and the room spun around me as the most intense orgasm of my life ravaged my body.

Spent, I collapsed on top of her. With my heart pounding, I barely had enough energy to stay on my elbows not to crush her.

Her legs scissored around me, anchoring me inside her, and I felt every little pulse of her quivering walls around my cock, not ready to let go of me.

I kissed her lips, her nose, her cheeks, before I rested my forehead against hers. Our eyes closed, our breaths mingled, and there was nothing but her and me and the rapid beating of our hearts.

Finally, unable to keep myself up on my elbows any longer, I rolled us over. My cock left the warmth of her pussy with a sucking sound, and she snuggled her head into my chest. Her right leg was flung over me, and her arm rested lazily over my waist where I took hold of her hand, holding it until we caught our breath.

"You are mine now, czira," I said in a hoarse voice.

"For better or worse," she added, making me chuckle.

"Strange words."

"They are part of the human mating ceremony," she explained. "For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do us apart."

I kind of liked that and repeated them, realizing I meant each word as they left my lips. "For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do us apart."

She kissed my chest before she rested her chin on it. "Will it always be like this?"

"It depends. It can be," I mused.

"Depends on what?"

"On us," I said simply.

She nodded against my chest. Her pretty heart-shaped face took on a serious expression. "I will do my part if you do yours."

I suppressed a chuckle, but it must have rumbled through my chest, changing her expression to slight hurt. I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed her knuckles. "I swear I will do my part."

"Good." She nodded.

"Warlord?" came a voice from the tent flap.

"Enter," I ordered, amused by Damaris's squeal as she hastily grabbed a fur to cover herself.

I soon regretted the quick glimpse I gave her body before I turned my attention to the entering servants, but I had looked, and my cock hardened at the sight of her in my furs. Her light blonde hair spilled all around the bed, looking messy and alluring. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, and a warm flush reddened her otherwise pale cheeks. More than anything though, it was the thought of how she belonged there that turned my cock into steel even after he had just gotten his fill.

"We brought the clothes you requested," the first servant entering said, holding out a deep red dress. "My apologies, they're still damp, but if you allow us to hang them in here, they will be dry come morning."

I waved the servants on and moved to where I left my cup of spirits earlier, emptying it in one long swallow.

"Would you like more wine?" I asked Damaris, who stared between me and the entering servants hanging garments from the rafters.

"I'm good," she said, wrapping herself in one of the furs and walking gingerly to one of the dresses. "I can't wear this." She pointed at the deeply plunging neckline that would expose her breasts.

I narrowed my eyes and tried to banish images of her wearing it around the tent just for me. The image did things to my already hard cock, and I took a deep breath to relax it. Despite the alluring picture, there was enough blood left in my brain to understand where she was coming from.

"What is this?" I demanded from one of the servants.

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