Prairie

 

 

 

X STARTED AT my breasts, plucking my nipples until they were hot buttons of arousal, arousal that shimmied from my tits to my clit. He increased the intensity with his mouth, tongue swiping repeatedly at the swollen buds until pressure built inside me everywhere.

Lunging up to kiss me, he crashed our mouths together. His mouth was inferno hot, his tongue a rough welcome invader I sucked on as our lips collided. Until, with an animal-like growl, he trailed his mouth from my lips to my neck to my nipples. To my belly, to my hips, and straight onto my pussy.

I shouted in fiery orgasm, rocking up to mash my sex against his face. And I swore to God his tongue was as alien-big as the rest of him, because he nudged and sucked and thrust so far inside me, I came over and over again.

I dug my nails into his shoulders. I planted my feet on his back. I wailed and arched and almost cried when he crudely fucked me with his face and his tongue and his fingers. Nearly savaging me, he seemed so intensely greedy for my creamy swollen sex.

Finally satisfied he’d left me in a quivering state, X towered above me and dragged me to the edge of the bed. I went willingly. I had no clue what he planned next, but with my body still humming and liquid, I’d give anything a go at that point.

Except for anal, considering the size of his cock.

I stretched lazily, nearly boneless, as he stood. His back an inverted triangle of flexing muscles fanning from his spine led to an ass that gave new meaning to the term you could bounce a quarter off that. With a flick of his fingers, he conjured reflective surfaces like he had while we dressed only now the mirrors surrounded us.

I gasped when I saw the strength of his frame from all angles. 360-pornvision. I like it.

He chuckled briefly, and I knew he’d heard that thought too.

I didn’t even care at that point, especially not when I caught sight of his cock that looked so aroused it was angry red and throbbing with each of his heartbeats.

“I want you to watch us,” X ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Not a problem,” I murmured.

“Tonight I won’t truly fuck you.” He took a firm grip on the root of his incredi-cock, squeezing the engorged length.

I whimpered, almost begging him to ignore my earlier words.

“I’m going to get your body used to my cock, so when we do fuck I won’t hurt you.”

I moaned when he lifted me onto his lap, my back against his chest. In the mirrors, I saw his smooth skin surrounding me, his forearms taut, thighs corded. And his ten-pack abs clenched against my back.

Spreading my thighs out over his legs, he opened me to him then pulled his cock upright in front of us. It speared up, tucked against my wet pussy lips, and extended nearly to the bottom of my breasts.

The thing was a steely hard, iron hot beast of manmeat.

Reaching down, I dragged a finger along the hard barrel, watching as veins pulsed and his heavy sac jostled for space between his thighs.

Incredibly slowly, X lifted me effortlessly with one arm, his other hand fisting the base of his dick. When he had us aligned, he slotted the immense tip against my opening.

I hissed, arching. My cunt kissed his cockhead, and he grunted in my ear, muscles bunching all over to maintain his hold on me, a hold that kept me excruciatingly suspended right . . . over . . . his . . . cock.

“X,” I pleaded, voice throaty.

With painstaking carefulness, he forged the huge broad head into me. As soon as my pussy swallowed and closed around the flared tip, I gasped and came. My body danced as he held me in the air, and I’d never experienced anything so wildly arousing.

All the while he murmured near my ear about how he couldn’t wait to fuck me, how much he loved my little cunt, how many times he was going to make me take his cock until I lived to suck and fuck him.

His dirty talk spun through me as I looked outward to the mirrors, captivated by our reflection. My pale skin and red hair against his darker complexion and immense body as he dominated me with painful pleasure so consuming, I felt nothing but this crazy craving for him to slam me into infinity.

Slowly, slowly, X shifted and grunted and began the process of lowering my much smaller body onto that unyielding shaft of most hot, most hard, most thick flesh.

“Do you like that, meehri?” The harsh tone of his voice sent another hot coil of ecstasy through me.

“Yes. God yes.” Only the first few inches of his dick speared into me, the feeling indescribable.

“Fuck. You are tight. So wet.” He licked a path up the side of my neck, his hands at my hips. “Going to teach you to take my fat cock.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my breasts thrust out, and he immediately grabbed both handfuls, twisting my nipples and tossing me into another blinding climax.

Inch by inch . . . my wetness dripped down to his balls. He felt like a solid weight inside me, the way paved by the large crown pushing through my channel. He didn’t fuck. He merely allowed me to slip down the unfathomable length of his cock.

It must have taken hours; it could’ve taken all night. I had no concept of time anymore, but when he was buried inside me to the depths, I could actually see his cock stretching my belly.

I’d already come so many times I was a puddle of sensation, but that didn’t stop me from watching the expression on his face that spoke of sheer naked greed for my body.

My slit snapped tight around his thick base, and when I drew my eyes up from the dirty sight, I would’ve toppled off him if I could’ve because . . . “Holy fangs, batboy! You never said anything about fangs.”

Literally. X’s incisors had elongated into ivory skin-breaking spikes.

He dragged one sharp fang up the delicate skin of my neck, teasing my flesh with the tip. “I do not drink blood.” The tone of his voice was like a predatory growl. “It’s just a sign of intense arousal in this instance.”

Heat skimmed my flesh wherever he set the fangs—on the other side of my neck, around the shell of my ear, along my shoulder blades when he pressed me forward and the angle of his cock deep inside hit another place that set me on fire.

Writhing. Coming. Crying out. I shuddered in his tight embrace.

Watching and feeling, always watching.

My thick cream covered his swollen shaft when he withdrew from his patient drilling into me, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I skimmed my palm up his slick pole.

Seconds later, teased beyond endurance, X grunted and began unleashing load after load of hot milky cum. The wet white mess splashed my belly as he roared. More sprayed out in foaming jets, and he slowly wedged his still-kicking cock back into my body. He filled me with so much frothy seed it spilled out of me.

Throughout the night, he patiently and repeatedly taught my pussy to take his mighty dick without ever pumping, thrusting, or hammering into me like I knew he was capable of. Each time he simply worked his amazing cock deep into my pussy and made me writhe there, letting me get used to his prodigious girth and length.

Once, he pulled all the way out, and bellowing, he jetted cum all over my tits.

Later he watched, an intense light in his half-mast eyes, when I fit my lips around the head of his cock, stroking him with both hands. He shouted, painting my tonsils in addictive cum until it filled my belly as much as my pussy.

X kept at it as more hours passed, pushing his otherworldly cock into me, and just grinding there, deep deep inside. The stretching was almost unbearable. I tossed my head back, aching to ride X, but he gripped my ass, held me down, completely impaled.

“Stay still.” His gritty voice echoed throughout the room.

Surrounded by our loud sounds and our mixed scents, soaked and hot, I squirted, a gusher of clear liquid ejecting him from my body.

Nerves zapping, pussy convulsing, I shook and screamed while he prowled between my thighs and licked up every last drop, setting off another mind-bending orgasm.

When we finally finished, I was doused in his delicious cum, my voice was raw from shouting.

I became vaguely aware of X making a soft pallet on the floor for me before padding naked to the door. He called in Magnar, and I would’ve blushed as he took in the scene of our debauchery, but I’d orgasmed so many times I was beyond any ability to give a single solid fuck.

The two of them took care of the bedding then Magnar departed. X carried me to the bathing pool, gently cleaning us while I held onto him. Back in bed, he tucked himself around me. And I fell asleep, warm and safe and so sated I never wanted to move again.

When I woke, it was to dull pain all over my body—dull pain completely overshadowed by the full-body satisfaction of X’s hot loving. And he hadn’t even really screwed me yet.

The man/alien had some damn stamina. The first time he truly did me I’d probably have an out-of-body experience.

Speaking of, I searched the room for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe Zenithians didn’t need to sleep? Yawning, I returned to the nest of furs on the bed only to find a tray of food had materialized, which made me wonder if Mr. ESP had some way of seeing me the same way he could worm his way into my mind.

But whatever. My stomach growled, and the food smelled heavenly.

Now if I just had me some Archer reruns on the TV I’d be all set.

No sooner did that thought pass my mind than one of those hologram thingies flashed in front of me with—you guessed it—the first season of Archer.

I know you’re listening to me, X.

But I had to laugh. If he was trying to get under my skin, he was succeeding.

I ate and bathed in the deep bubbling pool then climbed back into bed, embracing the lazy. This was definitely the life. Even the whole I’m an alien king gig didn’t faze me anymore.

Much.

At least I had a safe place to lay my head, and a man who seemed to care for me.

Lost in thought, I jerked up when the door to the chambers slid open.

Kerta stalked inside. She wore an outfit similar to her badass-chick-gear from last night and looked just as fearsome.

God, but she was intimidating. And stunningly gorgeous.

I popped another piece of unknown but super delicious fruit into my mouth, pretending she didn’t intimidate me, not one little bit.

“Well, I’m not calling you queen yet.” Kerta flopped down on the bed next to me, foraging around the tray for a piece of the sweet sharp cheese I’d eaten last night.

The way she lounged there so girlishly—leggings, gauntlets, and a gleaming sharp sword strapped to her hip—was so out of sorts with how I thought she’d be, I almost laughed out loud.

“Oh thank God for that.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “I hate that kowtowing shit.”

And she held her knuckles up for a fist tap. Natch.

The alien warrior princess reclined beside me, partaking of the rest of my breakfast. “Archer?”

“You like it?”

“Not as good as BoJack Horseman, but not bad.”

I nodded, feeling as though I might be in some episode of the Twilight Zone.

“X really likes you.” Kerta rolled to her stomach, locking her booted ankles together.

“He likes my tits.”

She yanked down the fur blanket. “Well, you do have great tits.”

That time I did laugh—something I’d rarely done before meeting the most unlikely man who claimed to want me as his mate.

I shimmied the girls that wore marks from X’s mouth and his teeth and his rough fingers, looking down. “I guess they’re okay.”

“He’s never been in love before, you know.”

“In lurve with my tatas maybe.”

“No.” Kerta sat up, her supersized stature taking up more than half the bed. “He’s fucked a lot, of course. But he’s never been possessive before. Even now I can hear him, and he isn’t thrilled you’re showing me your tatas.”

I brazenly stretched my arms above my head. “So you can read his thoughts like he can mine?”

“Not exactly.” She shrugged. “He can hear everyone on the planet if he wants, which he’s learned to control because the mind-meld thing is just a recipe for migraines. He can also communicate telepathically with some of us. Zane sees images instead. And me? I just . . . well, I’ll have to show you my superpower sometime.

“So, you should probably get dressed because The Great King requests your presence on the training field.” Kerta made clothes materialize in the same manner X had, tossing them at me.

I remembered the amulet still nestled around my neck. “Should I take this off?”

“Probably not. It’s only the most valuable gemstone ever mined on the planet.” She pulled her thick black braid over one shoulder. “It’s a mark of your betrothal to Xyib*eepthxnin.”

“The hell you say.” I inspected the necklace, its pulsing pink-red stone warm to my touch.

“He wants it on you at all times so everyone knows you belong to him.”

“Chauvinist pig.”