Bride Games: (Alien's Bride) (13 page)
He pulled away from her mouth to lavish her neck with kisses instead.
His hot lips made her flesh tingle.
He cupped her breast with one hand, palmed it, then tickled the perked nub.
Lenora’s breaths came faster.
Her skin came alive with his every touch.
It made her thighs squirm and there was already wetness in her sex.
Lysanter worked his mouth lower with soft kisses until he could take her other nipple into his mouth.
He nipped and sucked that most tender flesh while his fingers plucked at the other side.
Lenora gripped the sheet beneath her.
Why was she so viciously sensitive?
Lysanter was making her stomach tremble.
She hadn’t always been this way, had she?
But then, had she ever had such a skilled lover?
Lysanter’s cock mashed against her sex.
“Oh…”
The powerful organ pressed against her slit and then rubbed up and down her slick labia.
Her clitoris was tugged and compressed.
Lenora tried to close her legs without thinking.
The pleasure had come on suddenly and was amplified by the teasing of her nipples.
She squeezed her eyes closed and grimaced.
Lysanter was unrelenting.
His cock became slippery with her juices.
She could hear his breathing growing louder.
He ceased playing with her breasts to brace himself on either side of her.
Now he thrust his pelvis so the underside of his cock barraged her sex.
Gentle rubbing turned to riotous grinding.
Lenora dug her splayed fingers into his shoulders.
The simulated intercourse hurtled her toward pre-orgasmic bliss.
Her sex buzzed inside with prickly nodes of ecstasy.
Lysanter continued his steady assault.
He grunted with every plunge against her.
“Ah…Lysanter—!”
“Urgh!”
She could feel his seed spilling on her belly.
Lysanter’s teeth started chattering.
He still battered her sex with furious gusto.
Lenora felt her insides tighten and then contract.
Ecstatic convulsions made her stomach muscles clench, and her shoulders lifted from the bed.
Lysanter was still rubbing against her while in a pleasure trance of his own.
Her orgasm was drawn out, lengthened.
Her muscles stayed tense through every ticklish spasm.
Then he ceased and lowered to kiss her again.
Lenora felt like she was spinning in the aftermath.
Her sex still throbbed with tingling pleasure.
When Lysanter broke their mouths he attached his lips directly onto her nipple.
Lenora gasped.
He now sucked on the flesh hard enough to tug her breast.
He moved his mouth from side to side, reddening her nipples and making them glisten.
Her breath caught with every searing kiss.
He lowered his hand over her body, drawing goose pimples on her ticklish flanks and making her stomach twitch.
His hand came between her thighs.
The hot wet mound was agitated once again by his swirling palm.
Lenora craned back her neck.
“Oh my God.”
Her sex was sensitized enough for her to jolt as his fingers penetrated her.
He pried only two fingers inside, but even this her body had to adjust to.
They curled within her while he continued to suck on her delicate breasts.
She clenched her passage involuntarily—he’d awakened her to so much stimulation.
The pads of his fingers mashed an especially tender place inside her.
She clamped her legs, but without strength.
He continued the deft torment inside her.
Lysanter’s thumb brushed her clitoris.
“Ah!”
He worked a third finger into her while making whisper soft contact with her clit.
Lenora began to writhe.
Her anus clenched and her clitoris felt like it buzzed with each gossamer touch.
Lysanter was already coaxing her toward her second orgasm.
“You’re so sexy, Lenora,” he whispered against her breast.
She made a sound close to a whimper.
“You’re…going to make me…”
Lysanter responded by rotating his strong wrist.
His three fingers made powerful oscillations against her tender inside wall.
Lenora’s leg muscles tightened.
His thumb came down against her clit, making gentle but direct contact against the insanely tender knot.
She craned her neck back once more.
Her breathing came as desperate shallow gasps.
He brought her to the brink once again.
The whole of her pelvis felt like it pulsated.
He continued to rhythmically masturbate her.
Her orgasm was coming.
He had only to keep rubbing just so.
She feared the loss of control she’d share with him.
Still for desperately long moments she remained on the precipice.
The ache of prickly hot pleasure remained deep inside.
Her thighs began to quiver.
She knew…just a moment more.
“Ahh!”
Now Lenora gave a true whimper.
He was still devastating her sex with his strong hand.
She knew he could feel her convulsions squeezing his fingers.
They came in staggered succession, each clenching with mind-deadening pleasure, then releasing.
Lysanter continued rubbing her clit and insides.
He coaxed the tumultuous spasms from her for over a minute.
Her stomach cramped, and yet, her body continued barraging her with exquisite pleasure.
“St—stop…I can’t…”
He removed his hand.
Lenora crashed back on the mattress and gasped for breath.
Her whole body quaked now.
She still pulsed inside and her nipples stood painfully erect.
The tip of Lysanter’s cock came against her sex.
Lenora moaned again.
Of course this would come next, but pleasure had given her amnesia.
Her insides were so lit up, she dreaded even more fierce sensation.
The huge round end of his organ poked against her wetness.
She felt him pushing with frightening pressure.
Only the corona breached her.
Lysanter took her hand and kissed it.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
He pushed with enough strength for his muscles to grow defined.
The massive organ popped into her.
“Mmph!”
He kissed her cheek.
“Are you—?”
“I said don’t stop.”
He joined their lips together.
Lysanter worked himself into her with slow careful thrusts.
She felt stretched, but not in pain.
After just moments she couldn’t believe her arousal was growing urgent once again.
His organ mashed her g-spot while filling her exquisitely.
Her breath became shallow.
“Ah…like that.”
“Lenora?”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re amazing.”
He thrust at a steady rhythm, repeating the performance of his hand.
Lenora splayed her legs to hitch her ankles around him.
He had her buzzing with pleasure from within.
Her face became a contorted mask and the whimpering started once again.
“Ohh—ngh!
Lysanter!”
He thrust faster.
His back now heaved with staggered breaths of his own.
She heard a clattering and realized he was chattering his teeth again.
As he pushed into her he grunted and chattered while still maintaining control.
His face looked in agony.
Lenora orgasmed suddenly.
She made soft noises through her body’s renewed convulsions.
How in the world…?
Lysanter might not have noticed for his own ecstasy.
His grunts grew louder.
Then he made a something like a growl.
His organ pulsated inside her.
She saw his arms begin to lose strength.
A sound was stuck deep in his throat, which failed to exit.
One drop of seed trickled out of her, then another.
Finally, Lysanter withdrew his member.
Lenora let out a deep breath.
She’d be sore tomorrow, but not terribly so.
Hopefully she could still compete.
She was lost in consideration of this when Lysanter plucked her up and positioned her onto her knees.
He moved to penetrate her from behind.
Her eyes became wide as saucers.
“What are you doing?”
He leaned over her back to kiss her.
“Once more.
Please, Lenora.”
She swallowed hard, but remained braced for him.
His cock found its way back into her sex with no need of a guiding hand.
He resumed plunging into her.
Lenora felt certain she couldn’t orgasm again.
Lysanter took so long, however, the prickly ecstasy built up once again.
She came hard enough to have trouble staying propped on her hands and knees.
Lysanter followed minutes after.
His seed was as copious as the prior two times.
After this he finally withdrew for good.
He urged her down onto the bed beside him and cuddled near.
Lenora helped him cover them in the blankets.
She wished to process what had happened, and the challenge before her, but was exhausted.
In moments she fell into the deepest sleep she’d ever known.
***
The next morning she woke to his gentle kisses on her bare shoulder.
Morning amnesia kept her from panic for two seconds, then she realized what had happened.
Before she could think about that she realized it was morning.
She sat up.
“What time is it?
When am I competing?”
Lysanter smiled at her.
“You’ve an hour or so.
Don’t worry.
It doesn’t matter if you’re late.”
“It doesn’t?”
“You and Vivian are the only competitors left anyway.”
Her brow furrowed.
“Oh.”
She gathered a sheet around her.
“I’d still like to shower and try to eat something.”
Lysanter caught her arm.
“Wait.
Please.”
She lowered back beside him.
“Hester must come and take our marriage record.”
Lenora blinked.
“Our what?”
“The photo of us in bed together—to prove we’ve completed the marriage rite.”
She sat up again.
“Marriage rite?
What are you talking about?”
Lysanter sat up with a look of concern.
“You…didn’t know?”
“Know what?”
He gestured to the bed.
“This was our marriage rite.
Our coupling.
We’re husband and wife now.”
“No we’re not.
I didn’t perform any rite with you.
We just had sex.”
“Just…had sex.”
He sounded both incredulous and insulted.
“Lenora—you gave yourself to me.”
Lenora placed her face in her hand.
“Look…it was a wonderful thing for what it was.
But it doesn’t mean we’re married.”
“In my culture it does.”
“In mine it doesn’t!
I wouldn’t have done it if I knew that.
I was just trying to take care of you after I—oh my God.”
His face became pained.
“You still don’t want to be with me?”
She shook her head.
“Why?
Why, Lenora?
Vivian will be taken care of.
I told you this.
And you know what you heard about us was a myth.”
He turned away from her, stricken.
“There’s a connection between us.
You can’t deny it.
That will only grow if you’d give it time.
Why can’t you stay with me?”