The second time Rona pinned her, the Oracle counted to seven before Mary managed to kick the ferocious bitch off.

As she backed away from the grinning harem girl turned challenger, Mary spit out dirt and blood. The hateful woman enjoyed hurting Mary. She’d punched and kicked and bitten and pulled hair, screaming like a banshee every time she smacked Mary around.

Mary had gotten a few good licks in, but she was seriously out-of-shape and fading fast. Rona, for all her girth, didn’t look tired at all.

“What’s the matter?” taunted Rona. “They don’t teach Earth girls how to fight?”

Unless Mary included watching Miss Congeniality and the infamous SING scene, then no, Mary had never learned to fight.

Rona leapt forward, but Mary whirled out of the way. The woman switched directions, and screeching with victory, attempted to grab Mary by the shoulders.

Once again, Mary slipped out of the woman’s grasp. She turned to run. Maybe if she kept Rona running and leaping and jumping, the hag would pass out from sheer exhaustion.

Instead, Rona caught Mary from behind, her arms clamping tightly around Mary’s waist. Mary howled with anger and despair. She didn’t want to lose, damn it. Rona squeezed harder and harder, probably trying to bruise ribs and puncture lungs. Gasping for breath, the face of Sandra Bullock floated through her blurry thoughts.

Wait a minute.

SING.

“Solar plexus,” cried Mary, jabbing one elbow into the gut of Rona. “Instep!” She crushed Rona’s bare foot under her heel and the woman wailed.

“Nose!” Mary bashed the back of her skull into Rona’s face and heard a distinct crunch. “And gurta!”

Her fist went back and slammed into Rona’s va-jay-jay, or whatever the alien bitch had between her legs. The woman let go and staggered away. Mary turned around and let loose with a kick to the already pummeled junk, and a right hook that smashed into Rona’s already battered nose.

Rona toppled face-first into the dirt. Mary sat on her and smiled gleefully as the Oracle counted to ten.

Tek ran into the ring and scooped his brave, beautiful Mary into his arms. “You are a warrior, my beloved!” He kissed her, savoring her mouth, breathing her in. Even though she was covered in dirt, blood, and sweat, he found her intoxicating. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” said Mary.

“By the power of the Great Geru,” said the Oracle, “and the blessing of the King and Queen and people of Kratania, I pronounce you, Tek and Mary, forever bound.”

Tek and Mary faced one another. Their jewels sparked, the blue lights meeting in the middle. She felt a jolt and full body tingle. Bound, heart, mind and soul. Yes, she had found her destiny. She was sure of that now. Tek was hers and together they would lead a full and happy life.

The filled-to-capacity ballroom erupted in cheers, laughs, and claps. Tek cupped Mary’s face and brushed his lips across hers. “I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you, too.” Mary had never felt so happy. She kissed him again and grinned.

“It is time,” said the Oracle. “Return to your chamber and enjoy this night.”

“What about all these people?” asked Mary.

“Oh,” said the Oracle, cackling, “we get to party until dawn. Free drinks and food courtesy of the king. Woo-hoo!”

Music blasted from the other end of the room and soon all the jostling bodies were singing and dancing. Tek led her from the dais and through the boisterous crowd. After many stops, congratulations, smooches and tributes, they finally made it into the hallway.

Tek held Mary’s hand tightly as they hurried to their bedroom. Before the door closed behind them, Tek had unbuttoned the simple white wedding gown. The silky material pooled at her feet and left her quite naked. Mary was getting used to the idea of being nude all the time.

Mary fumbled with his tunic and he kicked off his boots and loose pants. Now Tek was gloriously naked. He was so yummy. And he’s all mine.

“Crown Prince Tek,” said a female voice. “We see you are ready to begin.”

Mary whirled around and yelped. Three men and two women, all dressed in silver robes, stood in front of the huge bed. “What the holy hell!”

“The Guild,” said Tek. “They must witness our first mating.”

“Terrific.” Feeling decidedly less enthusiastic, Mary marched over to the bed, dragging her beloved with her.

“Well,” she said, “let’s get this over with so they’ll leave.”

Tek laughed. “You are so romantic, my beautiful Mary.”

She blushed, trying not to look at the five people watching them just a few feet away. This really sucked. She didn’t want to have sex with her husband in front of those gawkers.

To her relief, Tek pulled a gossamer curtain free from one of the bedposts and pulled it shut. It wasn’t exactly a wall, but at least it gave them some privacy.

“I have never tried one of your chocolates,” said Tek. “Perhaps your treats will make our first time as husband and wife more pleasurable.”

“Everything’s better with chocolate,” agreed Mary.

She lay down on the bed and stared at Tek. She was not going to look at the Guild. He grabbed the box from the side table and placed it near her shoulder. He opened the box and chose one of the treats.

Tek scooted between her legs then he bent down to lick her pussy.

“Oh!” Mary closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of his flickering tongue. Her cunt welcomed every wet, hot stroke. Soon, she was squirming and wet.

Then she felt Tek tuck the chocolate into her pussy.

“Hey!” Her eyes popped open. “What are you doing?”

He grinned, squeezing the round sweet until it was crushed and melting in her crease. “Eating chocolate…and you.”

She didn’t protest again. He stretched out comfortably, as if he had all the time in the world and as if five people weren’t watching them closely, and pushed apart her legs.

He parted her vulva to lick away the beads of her cream. He toyed with her clitoris, too, and stroked her to her higher and higher pleasure.

Then…oh, then…he delved into her chocolate-covered opening.

He sucked and nibbled and licked. And when he had driven her mad with his lips and his tongue and wicked fingers, he crawled over her and slid his big cock inside her.

He didn’t move, the rat. No, he decided to suckle her nipples, tormenting them until they ached.

Mary’s hands were restless, touching every bit of his skin she could reach. And when she couldn’t take any more of his lazy lovemaking, she smacked his ass.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

He kissed her, tasting of her essence and caramel-chocolate. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he thrust into her.

She met his every stroke, arching and rubbing as his cock pumped into her faster and harder. All she felt, all she knew was Tek. Sweat rolled off their bodies as they strained toward mutual peaks.

He plowed into her over and over, and she felt the spark of her orgasm.

“Mary,” he cried, “I’m going to come!”

His declaration drove her over the edge. Together, they reached for rapture and fell into the sparkling heat of completion.

“It is done,” said the same woman, speaking for the Guild.

Mary groaned and slapped a hand over her eyes. “Great,” she said. “Now go the hell away.”

“They’re already gone,” said Tek. He looked ravenous, as if he were a starving man presented with a buffet. He rolled off Mary then tucked her onto her side so that his chest pressed against her back. He fitted his half-hard cock against her swollen sex and filled his hands with her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She moaned and wiggled against him.

“My seed is planted,” he said, abandoning her breasts to stroke her stomach. “Soon, our child will grow within you.”

As scary as it sounded to be a mother, Mary had to admit she loved the idea of carrying and bearing her husband’s child. Maybe that’s what love did to you—made you all mooshy and weird and happy. And maybe love made you reach a little higher and work a little harder.

In no time, Tek had another hard-on. Mary lifted her leg and guided his cock into her slick entrance. Once again, he cupped her breasts, twisting the peaks as he thrust inside her.

Mary panted and strained, enjoying every sensual movement. He kissed her neck, whispering sweet nothings, and she smiled.

Slowly, he pushed her onto her front, his cock still embedded, squeezed between her thighs, and his body pressed against hers. Mary’s nipples scraped against the coverlet, her cheek pressed against the edge of a pillow. The pleasure was intense.

Yet again, her husband changed positions.

Bracing on either side of her, he lifted up. Before she knew it, she was sitting on his lap, her legs butterflied on either side of his. He thrust upward, burying his cock so deep, she swore his crown brushed the entrance to her womb.

She moaned, holding onto his thighs as he plunged into her.

“Mary,” he murmured. “Sweet, beautiful Mary.”

Mary slid her hand between her thighs and placed it so she could feel Tek’s shaft pierce her core. She rubbed her clit, panting as she met Tek’s every solid thrust. The orgasm welled, and she increased the friction.

“Oh, Tek,” she gasped. “I’m going to come again, baby. Oh! Ooooh!”

The pleasure burst into a thousand, hot fragments. Tek cried out. He came hard, his breath harsh, and his body stiffening as his seed shot hot and deep inside her.

“Well,” she said trying to catch her breath, “if I wasn’t pregnant before, I sure am now.”

Tek laughed as he helped Mary off his lap. Together they lay on the bed and looked at each other. “You are very beautiful.”

“So you’ve said.” Mary smiled as she traced the skin around Tek’s green stone. “You’re not so bad yourself. I do love you, you know.”

He gathered her into his arms and held her tightly. “I know, and it makes me glad.”

Mary held him right back. “Me too.” She snuggled deeper into his embrace, drowsy and jubilant. Damn she was happy Tek had shoved her through that portal. They had both fought for the right to be together.

And they had won.