Page 51 of Mated to the Alien Warlord

One flick and the towel was gone, and I stared at his magnificent cock. The sight unleashed a storm inside me. A deep ache for him spread through my pussy. It had been so long since he had been inside me. Too long.

Gently, I grabbed his hard rod and began moving my hands up and down while feeding the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

A deep groan tore from him. "Damaris."

His resistance was waning, and I rose again, careful not to show how much my belly handicapped me. I knew he was teetering on the brink of giving in, but one small sign of my weakness would turn the scale.

I tugged on his cock and led him to the bed, where I turned to kiss him again. His hands moved up and down my hips, my arms, and this time it was me who let out a guttural groan. Gods, I had missed him so much. Nothing felt as good as his caress, except maybe his cock inside me.

My pussy was aflame with longing for him and already soaking wet. Suddenly, I remembered something I had overheard a giggling servant woman say.

I wiggled out of his embrace and turned again. Leaning over the bed, I pulled the towel I was still wearing until my ass was exposed to the air, hoping he would take it from there.

"Damaris," he groaned again.

"It's safe, I promise," I nearly pleaded.

His hands cupped my ass, and I nearly came at the roughness of his calloused palms on my tender flesh. "Please."

His hand moved down my slit, and I spread my legs to give him easier access.

"You are soaking wet for me," he rasped.

"I need you," I panted, absorbing the sensations his fingers caused by moving up and down my pussy.

I nearly cried when I felt the tip of his cock by my entrance and held perfectly still so he could enter me.

Slowly, his cock pushed against my walls, moved up higher.

"Promise you'll let me know if I hurt you," he demanded.

But there was only eyerolling, toe-curling bliss. Goosebumps spread all over me, and I fisted the furs on the bed, preparing myself for his first thrust.

It didn't disappoint, even though it was slow, or maybe because of it.

His hand moved around me and the moment his finger touched my clit, I came all over him.

This time he roared my name. "Damaris!"

His thrusts became harder, and another deep knot formed inside me. I had missed him so much that I could hardly get enough of him driving his cock into me over and over.

I pressed my ass against him to get him to go deeper, but he held back, only sheathed half his cock into me, but that was enough for now. I rode another wave of bliss and felt his seed filling me as he roared my name again to shout his release out against the tent walls.

His hands caged me when he nearly collapsed on top of me. His hot breath tickled my neck and ear, and I felt his cock twitch inside me as it rid itself of the last of his seed.

To my utter disappointment, he pulled out. "We shouldn't have done that."

I flopped around on the bed and stretched my arms out to him. "It's alright, Vandor. I swear it will be alright."

He shook his head, and his features were contorted in near agony. I sat up and placed my arms around his hips, put my head against his stomach, and looked up at him. "I swear you didn't harm the baby." I felt the baby move inside me and placed his hand over my rounded belly. "Here, feel. That's him moving."

He nearly jerked back when the baby kicked again, but I kept his hand anchored to my stomach. "He's fine," I assured Vandor.

"He's fine?" he asked, and his features relaxed some with the next kick.

"You are a strong fighter, little man, aren't you?"

"She might surprise you yet." I tried one more time to open him to the possibility of our kid being a girl.

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