Alien's Princess Bride (3 page)

Chapter Four

Zarr escorted Elizabeth back to the bed and gestured for her to lay down. She obeyed and tried not to look at the hardness between his legs, and the long tentacle that still made her uneasy. Her wedding night wasn’t going as expected. She had imagined he might be well-endowed and difficult to fit inside her narrow passage, but aside from the brief worry that he might have two cocks, she hadn’t dwelled on anything as exotic as a tentacle.

She focused on his eyes as he removed the rest of his clothing. He took his suit jacket and dress shirt off, revealing a broad, muscular chest that gleamed in the overhead lights. Her mouth watered.

She found Zarr so sexy she couldn’t stop a fresh flush from warming her cheeks, and her breath quickened as a heated pulse stole through her inner core. Her breasts ached and her nipples tightened inside her dress. She wasn’t wearing any undergarments, as her dress hugged and pushed her breasts up and clung tight to her bottom before flaring out. She hadn’t wanted to have panty and bra lines on her wedding day. Even though the paparazzi no longer followed her day and night, the habit of looking camera ready was difficult to break.

Now she felt shy, knowing there would be no protection from Zarr glimpsing her full nakedness the moment he removed her dress.

Of course, he wasn’t wearing any underwear or boxers either. The moment he’d taken his dress pants off, his cock and tentacle had sprung free. Sepkarians apparently went commando.

He’s your husband. This is all right
. She grew faint and tried to take in deep breaths, hoping to calm her racing heart and increasing nerves. When she moved slightly on the bed, she felt a wetness between her thighs and realized her pussy had become wet.

Zarr hadn’t even touched her yet and she was aching for him. She hoped it was a good sign and prayed this wouldn’t hurt. She liked Zarr and desired a happy marriage, just like her parents had had.
Please let him be this kind and patient with me, always.

He sat down and leaned over her. She became lost in his dark gaze. What thoughts occupied his mind? Was he upset over her reaction to his extra appendage, especially after the way she’d reacted to his teeth?

Despite the surprises that had initially terrified her, she found him ridiculously handsome. He was tall and well-muscled, tan with smooth skin and a spattering of body hair similar to a human man’s. Like all the Sepkarians she’d seen in the village, he looked human. At least when he wasn’t smiling.

So far he had handled her like fine china, and she hoped his patience was long lasting. She had never felt so skittish around anyone before, nor so hopelessly attracted. But his deep, masculine voice drew her in and left goosebumps rising all over her body.

He carried himself with confidence but wasn’t a bully. He hadn’t berated her for her reluctance, nor had he scolded her for being afraid of his teeth or his—what was that tentacle thing called?—oh yes, his umblina.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Elizabeth,” he said softly, then leaned down to capture her lips. He drove his tongue inside, insistently but not with so much force as to scare her. Gradually, he thrust deeper and held her head between his hands, keeping her in place as he explored her mouth.

He tasted like the sweet wine they had been consuming. She’d only had one glass before moving on to berry juice, fearing the alien alcoholic drink would be stronger than the spirits on Earth, and she hadn’t wanted to arrive in her marriage bed drunk out of her wits.

Though nervous, she had decided she wanted to remember her wedding night, even though it was with a stranger, an alien named Zarr who she still knew little about.

She found herself moaning into his mouth. Her inner core ached, and she felt more moisture gather between her thighs. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt so much when he finally took her, if she became wet enough. She relaxed at this thought and gave herself over to the delicious sensation of his tongue gliding across hers. She rather enjoyed kissing him, and she had most certainly never been kissed so thoroughly in her life.

This was the first kiss she should’ve had.

He moved one hand down her body, cupping her breasts and kneading them until she groaned, loving the feel of him touching her so intimately. She spread her legs and lifted her hips, willing him to travel lower.

Finally, he did.

“Oh, Zarr! Oh,
please
.”

She bucked against his hand when he reached up her gown. What exactly had she been begging for? For his fingers to slip inside her throbbing core? She wasn’t certain. She just knew she needed to satisfy and feed the ache building within her.

Applying pressure to her clit with his thumb, he let his other fingers glide around the entrance of her pussy. He spread her moisture up and down and pumped shallowly into her chasm. The feeling became euphoric, and she was suddenly sweltering in the confines of her wedding gown.

As if reading her thoughts, Zarr withdrew his hand from her center and flipped her over on her stomach. He unfastened the zipper, mumbling something in his native tongue when it became momentarily stuck, then slipped her arms out of the thin straps and pulled the gown off her body, leaving her completely bared to his gaze. She tried to turn over, but he held her in place, cupping her bottom cheeks.

“Get on your hands and knees, sweet human.”

Heart beating against her ribcage, she found herself obeying his command, though part of her found the position odd for their first time together.

Did Sepkarians normally take their females from behind?

At least they didn’t have to consummate their marriage in front of an audience, she reminded herself. Many alien cultures held to strange customs such as that, and she didn’t know what she would’ve done had she arrived on Sepkar to find she had to undress and consummate her marriage in front of dozens of witnesses, or the whole damn village.

If he wanted to claim her from behind, so be it. She would remain on her hands and knees and hope for the best, though in her heart she wished to see his face, at least during their first time together.

“Spread your legs, Elizabeth. Wider. Wider. Good girl.”

She doubted her face had ever been so red. Her cheeks burned and her whole body felt aflame. She’d openly gawked at him though, so she supposed this was no different. She was his wife and he wished to see her.

She felt him rise up behind her and press his cock between her folds, and a moment later something vibrated against her clit. She drew in a quick breath and struggled to remain still, knowing it was his extra appendage that was stroking and quivering against her most sensitive spot.

“You look beautiful like this,” he said. “Naked and all spread out before me. I can see all of you, sweet human, and I like how swollen and dark pink your pussy gets when you’re aching with need.”

Well, he certainly nailed the dirty talk. She tried to think of something sexy to say in return.

“Your, um, tentacle feels soooo good.”

Bloody hell.
Had she really just said that? Before she had time to berate herself further, the appendage in question vibrated faster and curled around her clit, stroking all the while. She supposed part of it had wrapped around her and the tip of it was caressing her.
Oh my fuck
.

The immense pleasure sent tears running down her face. She blinked back the salty moisture and cried out.

An immense wave of ecstasy swept over her, causing her to shudder so hard the bed shook beneath them. She panted and tried to breathe through the longest, hardest orgasm she’d ever had. She had used a small vibrator on occasion, but it didn’t compare to what Zarr was doing to her. His umblina put all the battery operated sex toys on Earth to shame.

The tip of his cock pressed hard and urgently against her opening, but he didn’t press inside her. Instead, he glided his hugeness up and down her pussy entrance, spreading her wetness around further. She felt ready to take his cock, and she pushed back against him in invitation, longing to feel his length inside her, even knowing it might hurt this first time.

Zarr turned her over and guided her onto her back, and she was delighted to finally peer into his eyes. She saw the goodness in him and felt her trust in him growing. Once again, she hoped she hadn’t hurt his feelings earlier.

“I’m sorry about how I reacted. Again. I, um, really enjoyed that. Thank you.”

“It is of no matter, sweet human.” He positioned his cock at her entrance, and his umblina twirled through the air and once more sought out her clit. This time, the vibration was slower, but oh, it was perfect right after the blinding orgasm she’d just had.

Her clit felt tender and sensitive, but the faint vibrations gradually rekindled the flames of her arousal. In a matter of minutes, she was once again burning with the need to feel him inside her.

She squirmed underneath him and thrust her center flush against his. “Please, Zarr, I need…um, can you make it vibrate faster now?”

He grinned, flashing his sharp white teeth at her, but this time she didn’t find his wide smile frightening. She was getting used to this Sepkarian male who was now her husband.

A look of reverence flashed in his eyes, and she felt as if he was cradling her in his arms, even though he was barely touching her. At least with his hands.

“You are my wife now, Elizabeth, my mate. As your husband, it is my duty to protect you. Please remember all that I do to you tonight is necessary. I must make sure all other Sepkarian males know you are claimed.”

He thrust inside her with a swiftness that took her breath away. A sharp but short stab of pain pierced through her, and then his umblina vibrated harder against her clit. He withdrew his cock from her partially and glided back inside.

Then she felt his teeth against her neck.

* * *

The primal urge to mark Elizabeth overtook him. He couldn’t wait a moment longer. It had to be now as he thrust in and out of her tight, slick pussy. Not slowing his pace as he pounded into her, he traced the soft spot on her neck he intended to mark. She stiffened beneath him.

He licked her neck, knowing the chemicals in his saliva would ease her pain, and he vibrated his umblina harder and stroked her clit faster, knowing that would dull the discomfort as well.

Though most Sepkarians had modernized, this tradition seemed as if it would stand for all time. The males of his planet had never stopped marking their mates, and he doubted they ever would. Even if he hadn’t been required to mark her though, he wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to stop himself from doing so. Moving on a raw, primal instinct that roared to life within his chest, he bit into her neck.

She shrieked and thrashed beneath him, and in this moment he came hard, filling her up with his seed. Despite her protests and obvious surprise at being bitten, he felt her insides convulsing around his cock.

When he rose up to peer down at her, she wore a confused expression but didn’t appear as outraged as he’d expected. He cupped the side of her face and slowly withdrew his length from her wet center. The copper sweet taste of her blood lingered on his tongue.

“Dammit, Zarr, you could have warned me this was how other Sepkarian males would know I was taken!” She touched the bleeding wound on her neck.

“You understand why I did it?”

“Well, for a second I feared you were going to eat me, until I realized what was going on.”

“I apologize for taking you by surprise, Elizabeth. I had hoped to make it quick and as painless as possible, so as not to frighten you.” He stoked her cheek and brushed the hair from her face. “Please allow me to help you heal now.”

“What? You’re going to put a Band-Aide on me?”

“No, sweet human, I’m going to lick you. My saliva has healing properties. All Sepkarians’ salvia does.”

She sighed and turned to the side, offering her neck to him. “If you bite me again, I swear I will kick you where it counts.”

Chapter Five

Somehow last night Elizabeth hadn’t noticed the bite marks on all the grown females’ necks. It had been dark and she’d been too consumed with thoughts of her new marriage, with thoughts of Zarr and their impending wedding night. Now as she peered around the market, she saw she wasn’t the only one whose neck was marked with a bite, markings that all shone dark pink.

She peered at Zarr as he examined a bolt of fabric. He had offered to take her shopping and show her around the village today, and she had gladly accepted.

Was she out of her mind to want to spend time with him? He’d freaking bitten her. Although he’d promised he would never bite her again, it still riled her that he hadn’t mentioned this particular custom of his people.

“The Gezzitracians brand their females with a hot poker,” he’d said matter-of-factly as he held her afterwards. “And the Heshians make their females wear a heavy metal choker around their necks that also functions as a tracking device, and it delivers an electric shock as well.”

At the time, she had been too tired from making love to respond, but now as she considered his words, she supposed biting wasn’t so barbaric after all. As far as strange planets and alien husbands went, she could have done a lot worse.

She gazed around the market at the vendors and shoppers. Sepkarians looked remarkably human, though much taller. She spotted a few female Sepkarians, but not many. There were more human women than Sepkarian women.

“Zarr,” she asked, “why are women so scarce on your world?”

He moved from the booth and put an arm around her, guiding her down an empty, tree-lined street. He was silent for a while as they walked, and she feared something terrible had happened to the women of this planet.

“There was a great war when I was a child. Our enemies, the Emmians, tainted the water supplies all over our world with a virus that only affected our females. Most who fell ill died, but a few survived. The Emmians wanted to not only defeat us, but to crush our spirits as well. I lost my mother. I didn’t have any sisters, but my brother perished in the war, along with our father. I was too young to fight then, but I worked hard in the village to keep everyone safe and fed. That is why I’ve been elected chief.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your parents, and your brother, and everyone else. That must have been frightening.”

“It was a dark time, but more peaceful times are ahead. My people destroyed the Emmians in the last battle, leaving their planet in ruins. Thanks to Mail Order Human, we will be able to repopulate our planet faster. There was a time when we didn’t have a single Sepkarian female in the village either, but a few have come down from the mountain settlements to make their homes here.”

She suddenly appreciated the bite mark. With so few females on Sepkar, she was glad to belong to Zarr without having to worry about another male bothering her.

“So you’re the leader of this village?” Should she tell him she was a princess and had once been considered important on Earth? That she would’ve been Queen of England one day, if not for the devastation of her home planet?

“Yes. I mostly work in the fields with the other males, and I hunt with them as well. If a dispute arises, I mediate, and if there’s a danger of some sort, I would gather the men to fight it. Don’t worry though, Elizabeth. Sepkar is as safe as it’s ever been. The only danger is an occasional outcaste coming too close to the village, or a mountain beast that strays too far down from a cave.”

“I see. Being elected by your people is a wonderful thing. You must be highly respected, indeed.”

Her parents hadn’t been elected. Perhaps if England had been more of a democracy, her family wouldn’t be dead. Perhaps she’d still be on Earth.

But no, she remembered. Hadn’t leaders all over the world, even elected leaders, fallen as swiftly as the next? She tried to shake the thoughts of Earth away.

She was here now. On Sepkar. With Zarr.

But it was hard to believe things happened for a reason and trust in God when people she loved had been brutally murdered. Her parents weren’t the only ones to be hanged. Most of those captured at Buckingham Palace, even servants, had been put to death that fateful day.

A breeze swept through the village, and she shuddered as a sudden chill descended upon her. She needed to stop thinking about Earth or she’d never be able to move on and find happiness in her new life.

“Tell me of your life on Earth,” he said, and she tried not to cringe.

What the hell should she say?
I’m Princess Elizabeth and I had to leave Earth because if I didn’t, I’d end up swinging from the end of a rope, just like my parents.

No, she couldn’t confess the truth.

A lie, then. She had to lie.

She cleared her throat and avoided his gaze, hesitant to look him in the eye as she told an untruth.

“Well, I grew up in a country called England. My father worked in a bank, and my mother was a teacher. I’m an only child, and I had a good childhood. I was twelve when the war started, and we had to go into hiding after that.

“You see, my father was president of a huge bank, and when the banks ran out of money, people got angry. Eventually, my parents were caught and murdered. I stayed hidden and managed to sign up for Mail Order Human. I was tired of hiding and wished for a fresh start. It seemed like the most logical choice, and a friend of mine urged me to sign up.”

“I’m sorry about your parents too, Elizabeth. That must have been difficult.” He tightened his hold on her and led her down another beautiful, tree-lined street.

A group of giggling children ran past them and disappeared into a red house. The homes were painted a variety of colors, from gold to blue to green to red, and she found the village charming and lively looking. It was clean compared to Earth too. Not a bit of pollution tainted the air, nor the tiniest piece of trash blew through the streets.

“Do you know any of the human girls who came on the
Starship Matchmaker
with you?”

“Uh, not really. We never got a chance to talk much.” Oh, she felt guilty for telling another lie, but what could she say? But now that she was here, she could no longer hide. If one of the other four girls recognized her, would she deny her identity?

Yes, she decided. She would keep lying. She would laugh it off and keep walking should such a situation arise. There were plenty of pale, blue-eyed and freckled girls with blond hair around the world who happened to be named Elizabeth. And without her fashionable dresses, maybe they wouldn’t recognize her at all. Her hair was long but still shorter than it was the last time she’d been shown in the media, and she was a few years older now too.

“Come, I will show you the Trinfella Lake. It’s just beyond the fields outside of the village. It’s beautiful this time of year.”

Grateful for the change of subject, she allowed him to lead her outside of the village and onto a wide dirt road that twisted through the farming fields.

* * *

Zarr’s heart felt heavy. Elizabeth had lied to him several times today, and he didn’t understand why she wouldn’t tell the truth about her life on Earth. And why had she grown nervous when he inquired about the other females who’d arrived with her?

They’d spent an enjoyable day together, and he sensed she was warming to him more and more. So why the lies?

He decided to keep an even closer eye on her. He wouldn’t return to working in the fields just yet. The other villagers would understand and assume he simply wanted more alone time with his new wife before resuming his normal work schedule.

Had she quarreled with the other human females aboard the
Starship Matchmaker
? Did something even more horrible than she’d described happen to her on Earth? He’d bet his left foot her father hadn’t been a banker, nor her mother a teacher. The part about them being murdered though was true. He’d sensed it.

After dinner, which she joyfully helped prepare, Zarr urged her to take a bath while he cleaned up. Surprised, she nodded and hurried up the stairs, the skirt of her dress swaying with her quick movements. He ran a hand through his hair and considered her lies, wondering why she couldn’t yet trust him with the truth about her past.

Perhaps she was a criminal. Perhaps her parents had been criminals too and that’s why they’d been killed. The most plausible explanation, yet he still wasn’t keen to believe the woman he’d spent the last two days getting to know could be a thief or a murderer. She possessed a sweet countenance, and there was an innocence about her he found endearing.

He started to clear the table when a scream rang out upstairs.

Dropping the plates, he rushed up the steps and into the bedroom, where he found Elizabeth cowering atop a tall dresser. With wide eyes, she stared at the floor below, her face pale and her whole body shaking.

He followed her gaze and gasped.

A long, thick serpent glided across the floor, stopping intermittently to lift its massive head and hiss.

It was a deadly hunnma snake. One bite left a person paralyzed, and the snake would then proceed to eat its prey. The serpent’s movements were strange though. It slithered at an extremely slow pace, and when it tried to curl up and hiss at Zarr again, it wobbled and its head ended up plopping down to the floor.

Perhaps the reptile was sick. Either way, Zarr needed to kill it and remove it from his home, and he needed to keep it far away from Elizabeth.

“Don’t move, wife. Stay very still and remain on top the dresser.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to kill it, of course.”

A whimper sounded in her throat. “Please be careful, Zarr.”

“Do not fret. I’ve killed a few hunnma snakes in my day, and this one isn’t moving very fast. I doubt he’ll prove much of a challenge.” How the reptile had gotten into their bedroom remained a mystery. Hunnma snakes preferred the rocky terrain of the mountains and rarely ever ventured down into the forest. As far as he knew, none had ever come into the village, let alone slithered their way inside a house.

Frowning at this thought, he reached for the blaster he kept hidden underneath the bed. One shot to the head made the creature seize up, before it collapsed in an unmoving pile on the floor. He nudged it with his foot to be sure it was dead. When it didn’t budge, he breathed a sigh of relief and replaced the blaster under the bed.

He approached Elizabeth and lifted her off the dresser, then carried her downstairs and outside. He left her in the care of his trusted neighbor, Allus, so he could dispose of the creature before it began emitting the toxic fumes it released soon after death.

As he dragged the snake toward the forest, a crowd gathered and hushed whispers floated through the village. The appearance of a hunnma snake would be considered a bad omen among the more superstitious members of the community, particularly the Traditionalists.

On his return trip from the forest, three village council members rushed to his side.

“We must call a meeting,” said Geestrin.

“Agreed,” Zarr replied. “Later tonight. First, I must talk with my wife.”

Zarr wasn’t superstitious. He prayed to the Goddess Tika and believed all good fortune came from her blessings, but he didn’t prescribe to bad omens or luck charms or magic spells. He worried the appearance of the snake would rile up the Traditionalists in the village though and cause a stir amongst his people.

He headed for Allus’ home, eager to wrap his arms around Elizabeth. She’d been shaking hard and he hadn’t had time to comfort her yet.

His stomach turned, his anxiety increasing the closer he drew to Allus’ place. He was certain his young wife was hiding something about her past, and he was also certain the hunnma snake had been placed in their bedroom by someone who wished harm to come to one of them, or both of them. He had no enemies that he knew of and hoped Elizabeth confessed the truth.

Protecting her would prove difficult if she continued lying.