Page 24 of Royal Alien Mate

Their bodies remained joined in a primal dance as he took his time with her, savoring each thrust into her tightness as she moaned and writhed beneath him. When her inner walls started clamping down around his length and he sensed the imminence of her release, he withdrew from her center and flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

His cock throbbed as he pushed back inside her. He cursed under his breath in his native tongue and forced himself to still within her, even though he ached to fuck her senseless. Though he’d claimed her once before, he reminded himself that she was a new bride and definitely not accustomed to this sort of treatment. He didn’t wish to cause her any pain.

She trembled beneath him and he took the time to caress her shoulders and then ran his hands up and down her back, as well as over her sides. When she jerked as he touched her sides, he lifted his hands off her and stared at her in confusion. Had he hurt her just now?

To his surprise, a small giggle drifted up from her. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m ticklish there.”

Understanding dawned and he made a note to be especially careful when touching her sides. Many Marttiaxoxalians had ticklish feet and he had horrid memories of his older cousins holding him down and tickling his feet when he was a young male. Pushing the memory away, he stroked a hand through her hair and then down her back, delighting in the enticing way she arched into his touch and pressed her center to his.

A spasm of desire tightened his balls and he gasped through an unexpected moan. Gods, he wanted this female. More than he ever imagined he might.

“Esmay,” he said slowly, “are you in any pain?” Before he continued claiming her, he had to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. Even though it might kill him, he would withdraw from her pussy at this moment if she wished him to release her.

“Yes, because you stopped moving.” Again, she pressed her center to his, harder this time, forcing his cock impossibly deep within her tight insides. “Please, Vaath. Please continue. And don’t hold back. I promise I won’t break.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. He withdrew partially and then slammed back into her, the rapid movement causing the headboard to crash against the wall.

“Is this what you want, little sunshine?” he asked, as he pounded into her again and again. If she wanted rough, he would be more than happy to give it to her.

She gasped out an indecipherable response and clutched at the pillows, as if she needed something to hold onto. He grasped her hips hard and drove his cock into her, an all-consuming desire for the tiny human claiming him, propelling him to plunge into her with fast, rapid thrusts. His scrotum slapped heavily upon her engorged clit and the increasing scent of her arousal made his head swim. Beads of sweat broke out all over his body and perspiration trickled down his temples.

“Vaath,” she groaned his name with all the emotion of an urgent prayer, and in the next moment he felt her insides contracting around his cock as she reached the peak of her passion.

“That’s it,” he said. “Come for me, little human.”

The repeated clamping down of her tight channel around his cock pushed him over the edge. He shot his seed into her with a mighty roar that rattled the paintings on the walls. His vision momentarily blurred as he pumped into her, spurting the last of his essence into her.

She’d fallen forward onto the pillows as he finished, and he withdrew gently from her center and turned her over, eager to glimpse her face. If her eyes showed any hint of pain, he would slather her well-used pussy in the healing salve, whether she protested or not.

But he saw no hint of pain, only a dazed, almost blissful gleam in her luminous blue gaze. She peered up at him and gave him a fatigued smile, and his heart soared when she ran her hand along his arm, caressing him in a familiar manner.Fluxx, he loved it when she willingly touched him. He wanted her to always feel comfortable touching him. He belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.

She shifted upon the bedcovers and gasped when a large amount of his seed escaped from her center, coating her inner thighs and the covers beneath her. She glanced down with wide eyes. “Um, this is more than last time. Is this, uh,normal?” A pretty blush stained her cheeks.

His cock lurched at the sight of her covered in his seed and her eyes widened further when she noticed.

“How can you…” she began, only for her words to trail off. She swallowed hard and met his eyes. “How can you be ready again so soon? I thought men, or most men…”

He grabbed her and pressed a firm kiss to her lips, settling her upon his lap as he did so. He circled his arms around her and stroked her hair behind her ears, delighting in the softness of those tiny delicate lobes. She shivered at his touch and tried to look away, but he grasped her chin and forced her gaze to his as a low growl rumbled in his throat.

“I am not most men,” he said. “Now, get up and bend over the bed. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Chapter 18

Esmay luxuriated in the warm bath, her hands skimming the bubbles on the surface of the water. She leaned back and sighed with contentment, every muscle in her body relaxing further with each moment. Oh, how wondrous this was.

She couldn’t recall the last time she’d taken a bath. Several years ago, most likely, before the water shortages had hit New York City. She’d been sixteen at the time and she remembered having to suddenly switch to quick two-minute showers, as each apartment was rationed a small amount of water per day.

But her parents and sisters would be leaving the city soon, moving to a more affluent and rural zone. She didn’t know if the representative from Martian Affairs had visited them yet, but she prayed they accepted the help. She hoped her father’s desire for a better future for the twins would outweigh his maddening pride.

She resolved to call her family in a few hours, when they were likely preparing to leave for work and school. Perhaps a good night’s sleep would help shift her parents’ viewpoint. Surely, they couldn’t remain cross with her forever?

Her thoughts soon drifted to Vaath. She was still shocked that she’d been matched to the Prince of Mars, but she was even more surprised by the kindness he’d displayed toward her thus far, minus the one rather tense argument they’d had. When she recalled the genuine apology he’d offered for raising his voice and grabbing her, she again experienced a surge of hope. Not for the first time, however, she wondered if she was a pushover for forgiving him so easily. She wasn’t sure. She only knew she couldn’t summon an ounce of hatred for him.

As she’d sat in the Martian Affairs building three days ago, anxiously waiting for her name to be called, she had felt definite hatred for the alien guards she’d glimpsed. But she hadn’t known any of them. They had been nameless aliens who kept her people in subjugation. She knew Vaath’s name, and she was starting to feel as though she knew his heart.

She still intended to speak with him about Martian rule on Earth and she prayed he kept an open mind as she shared her perspective. If she could convince him to implement even a few small changes, it could make a big difference on her planet. Would he consider decreasing taxes? Would he think about using Martian terraforming technology to help Earth?

She hadn’t gotten a friendly vibe from the king yet and her heart sank as she recalled the distasteful looks he’d given her. Would Vaath be able to make changes without his father’s approval, or without the royal advisors’ agreement? She didn’t know, but there was one silver lining: Vaath would be king one day. And even if he ascended to the throne one hundred or two hundred years from now, she would probably be alive to see it. Her stomach flipped at the amazing realization.

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