Alien's Bride: Lisette (7 page)

“
But, my dearest…” He
caressed the side of her face. “It’s unfair for me to exploit your
naiveté. You don’t know what the Etiken are.”

“
I don’t care,” she said
with just a touch of aggression.

“
If you saw an Etiken slum
you would look at me differently.”

“
No. I wouldn’t. When the
Instajants invaded all of us were living in the sewers and…eating
rats and bugs and…we were all filthy.”

Prax-Denay leaned forward to look at
her. “Is that so, Lisette?”

She nodded. “Some people had it even
worse than me. Some people…the ones missing arms or legs from
gangrene.”

He scowled. “Why didn’t your damned
government just surrender to us? You could have gotten the vaccine
from the start. Billions of your people would never have been
infected and driven away. Was living in the sewers really
preferable to being enslaved?”

“
Corporations ran
everything…and they didn’t want the Dak-Hiliah to rule. And
everyone thought you would give us the vaccine without us having to
surrender since…since you needed women so bad.”

He gave an exasperated groan. “Such a
pointless tragedy.”

Lisette wet her lips. “My whole
family...” She trailed off, not because of her usual sheepishness,
but to keep the pain from resurfacing.

He held her closer. After a short
silence he said, “I could be your family now.”

“
Mmm.” She closed her eyes
to focus on the melty sensations within her. The prospect brought
her sublime joy. She wanted someone to love her. Someone she could
rely on—who might care for her when she was in need.

He caressed her scalp. “I suppose…if
you survived in the sewers for a year…an Etiken slum wouldn’t
offend you. You may truly not care where I’ve come
from.”

“
I really don’t,” she said
with a resolute pout.

He lowered his lips back to hers, this
time kissing gently. Lisette wrapped both her arms around him to
take in more ambrosial feelings from his mouth.

He rose while lifting her smoothly. The
strong alien carried her with little effort out of the lab and up
the stairs.

Her heart started racing. She’d talked
a good game, but she had so little experience. She’d eloped with a
boy after a single awkward date at the age of seventeen. He was in
the reserves and about to be deployed. Despite both being virgins,
their consummation had been shockingly passionate. Lisette still
quivered when she remembered it. But then, on his first leave, he
asked for a divorce. They’d been rash, and while her mind agreed,
her body ached to protest. She wanted to relive their single night
together—to explore things further. That bodily connection they’d
discovered was all they had, though. She knew it was a flimsy basis
for a marriage.

After Ryan she’d known nothing
further—not even a kiss—until now.

He started grumbling while approaching
his room. “I should have a drug for you. I never thought—well,
still. It’s inconsiderate.”

She didn’t understand, but trusted him.
The mention of drugs didn’t frighten her.

He lowered her onto a bed in his sparse
quarters. The room layout was identical to hers, and just as
undecorated.

“
I don’t want to hurt you,”
he said.

She shook her head in
confusion.

“
Apparently…human women have
less capacity than Dak-Hiliah women.”

She nodded with enlightenment.
“Wine?”

He lifted his chin. “Ah, of
course.”

In minutes they were nestled together
against his cushioned headboard with large goblets of ‘wine’ which
tasted to Lisette like fermented Orange Tang. Both their lab coats
were off. Prax-Denay had removed his tunic and boots. Lisette
allowed her bare feet to escape their slippers. All that remained
on her was the modest brown dress and white underclothes the robots
had made for her. She sipped the sweet drink while the warmth of
his cradling arm radiated through her. Prax-Denay had a gorgeously
muscled chest without a trace of hair. She became mesmerized by his
dark blue nipples.

He soothed her nape with gentle
fingers. “I’ve never felt more contentment than right at this
moment.”

His lilting voice added to the fluttery
feelings in her belly. “Why not?”

“
I’ve never had anyone who
made me happy. As an Etiken I presumed I wasn’t entitled to
happiness. I resented seeing the less worthy take for granted what
I could never have. My existence was one of constant scorn and
contention. Now, suddenly, I’ve a reason…a reason to be
joyful.”

Lisette considered their shared bliss
while the alcohol coursed through her blood stream and into her
head. Words seemed to come easier now.

“
We’re perfect for each
other, Prax,” she said.

She felt him shudder. “Oh gods, it’s
true. And to hear you say it…” He took another sip of
wine.

She finished her glass and
then closed her eyes.
It’s stronger than it
tastes. I’m already drunk.

Lisette yielded to the urge to trace a
finger over his bare chest. She swirled her way down his stomach
and made a tender circle around his navel.

“
You behave like timid bird.
But there’s fire inside you.”

“
Mm.”

Prax-Denay placed aside their glasses
and rolled on top of her. He locked her eyes in a penetrating
gaze.

“
Share that fire with
me.”

Lisette clutched both arms around him
and entwined their mouths. He ground their lips together while his
hands coursed over her flanks. An impassioned tongue sought hers.
She tasted the wine in his mouth and tilted her head to connect
them even deeper. As their tongues wrangled sensually she could
hear his hard breathing.

Prax-Denay broke from her with a
flushed face. He leaned up and tore her dress open. Lisette gasped
from the violence of it. His expression looked wild. He broke open
her bra and attached his mouth to one of the precious pale mounds
that came free. Lisette’s heart was racing. She worried he’d lost
control.

His mouth worked gently, however.
Sucking and then teasing a tremulous nipple before switching to the
other side. His hot breath now hit against her skin causing tingly
goose pimples. Prax-Denay ripped the rest of her dress open. He
nestled his face against her stomach to lavish her with soft
kisses.

“
You can’t belong to anyone
else.”

He danced the fingers of both hands
over her sensitive ribs. Lisette twisted partway from the rapturous
sensation.

He sat up and hitched his fingers into
the waistband of her panties. Lisette’s stomach quivered. She
lifted herself to help him strip her, despite feeling her face
blazoning red. Her sex was now guarded only by a wispy tuft of dark
hair. She bit her lower lip while his eyes went from her breasts to
her sex and back again.

“
You’re
stunning.”

Her heart thundered now. The eroticism
of being naked in front of him made her clench deep inside. She
couldn’t bear his gaze for more than a moment. Lisette turned
sharply onto her side just as he lowered back over her. Prax-Denay
kissed the round peak of her hip and glided his hand over her
buttock. The tickling touch made her wince. He lowered down to kiss
just above the swell. Every touch was lighting her skin up with
tingles. She knew she was already damp between her legs. Prax-Denay
had full control of her.

“
It’s not…fair.” She reached
back to clutch a handful of his pants.

Prax-Denay knelt up and exposed himself
with one fluid move. He kicked his pants off the bed.

Lisette’s lips parted. He was sitting
up on his bent legs to allow her a look at him. She crept over and
smoothed her hands over his firm thighs. Of course…the alien had an
alien penis: it was a bulbous blue tube as long as her forearm and
as thick as her wrist. It rested in a smooth curve outward before
him on the bed. She thought him flaccid, but when she touched the
warm flesh the shaft lifted and became straight. Lisette brought
both her hands around it. The hard organ coiled around one of her
arms. She gave him a look of shock only to see that Prax-Denay’s
eyes were closed and his moist lips parted.

She pulled her arm free with some
difficulty. The stiff organ reached out for her. Lisette tented her
hands on either side of it, and then groped up and down its length.
There was a soft mound beneath it, and what seemed to be large
testicles embedded in his inner thighs. Lisette palmed the hot
mound of flesh first. Prax-Denay groaned. His lips pulled back to
expose his clenched teeth. She felt the baseball-sized bulges
embedded in his thighs next, with a hand fondling each side. This
made his chest pull forward, and a more visceral grunt came through
his clenched teeth.

Lisette watched him with short pants of
breath. She rubbed the thick shaft with more vigor. That seemed the
part of him which could handle the most abuse. She started to jack
him with both hands. Prax-Denay’s grunts shortened and came out in
a rapid sequence. She saw his hands clench to fists.

His wild eyes opened and he pushed her
back so that she was beneath him again. Prax-Denay kissed her
ravenously. She was swept back into her euphoria when their searing
mouths rejoined, but then she felt his cock stirring against her
leg. He pried the moistened head between her thighs and penetrated
the tender outer folds of her sex.

Lisette’s eyes opened. His cock rubbed
against her slick labia. Shocking sensation bombarded her. Her
muscles clenched as the thick tool glazed itself in her wetness. A
ticklish buzz of pleasure made her toes curl. Her nipples peaked
against his chest. She clutched his shoulder with her eyes wide.
His cock brushed her clitoris.

Lisette gasped. The way he moved the
organ away from it afterwards told her he was aware of the pleasure
spot. He teased her splayed petals, and then went lower to the
opening of her sex. Prax-Denay ground the round head of his cock
against her muscular ring without penetrating. This made her
stomach tremble. He was able to mash her other pleasure spot enough
to make her feel a pulsing. The sensation was more obscure and
sublime than the powerful twinge he’d caused to her
clit.

His organ became coated with her
juices. He moved it up from her opening, over her labia, and then
glided its full length over her perked clitoris.

“
Ngh!”

Potent tingling throbs arrested her
pelvis. Her clit was mashed by the slippery underside of his cock.
He straightened the organ until the mound beneath it nestled into
the cleft her sex. Part of his length was now pinioned against her
stomach.

Prax-Denay thrust his hips.

“
Ah!”

His cock massaged her labia and clit
while his groin mound crushed against her throbbing passage. He
waited after the first movement for her to stop digging her nails
into his back, and then he did it again. This time there was no
rest. He pumped against her sex as though he were inside her.
Lisette was besieged by ecstatic sensations. She clamped her thighs
involuntarily, but Prax-Denay stayed wedged between them. He thrust
and grunted while sending her shockwaves of delirious pleasure.
Lisette’s face contorted. Her clitoris felt like it twitched
underneath him. Tingles barraged her whole pelvis. Then they
transformed to a dangerous prickly sensation emanating from deep
inside her sex.

Lisette whimpered as the potent orgasm
made muscles deep inside her seize. Her stomach muscles clenched
through each wondrous contraction. She squeezed her arms around
him. He was still moving, coaxing more riotous ecstasy out of her.
She tensed with every shuddering spasm. Then she was gasping. He
stopped grinding her clit just when she couldn’t bear it
anymore.

His cockhead went back to the opening
of her sex and pushed in.

“
Ah!”

She stung with faint pain, but this
quickly abated. Her insides were sensitized and throbbing in the
wake of her orgasm. Prax-Denay stretched and mashed her pulsating
insides as he worked his enormous cock steadily into her. Her
g-spot became crushed beneath his organ, producing another ecstatic
whimper from her. He pushed until he’d reached her limit and then
froze.

“
Does it hurt?”

“
No,” she said, while still
breathless.

“
You
feel…
umph
…so good,
Lisette.”

He pumped with his hips in and out of
her. The feelings were intense, even veering toward pain. She could
see his desperation, however. Each thrust came with a throaty
grunt. His muscles trembled to retrain control. In just moments he
breathed a staggered yelp. She felt his member convulsing within
her. Prax-Denay grimaced as though in agony. She could feel
tickling droplets spilling out of her. He tensed and groaned and
continued to fill her. Then finally he lowered down for soft
kisses.

“
We’re one now,” he
whispered.

Lisette gushed with euphoric warmth.
She met his lips while clinging to him. This was what she’d wanted
from a partner. Prax-Denay’s passion, his skill—she was still
aroused just being held by him.