Page 81 of Rescued By the Alien Bull Rider

She wriggled out of her pants, letting them fall, fluttering, to the floor. Then, she spread her thighs, grinding herself against my cock through the pants I’d put on when I’d gotten up with Autumn.

“We could try this.”

My hands were at my belt at once, frantically yanking at metal and leather until the belt, and the trousers themselves, were unfastened. My cock bobbed free, desperately engorged for her. My cock tail snapped in flickering motions, the tip of it just reaching Jolene’s flesh.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed. She arched her hips forward, until my cock’s tip was perfectly aligned with her sopping entrance. “Slow,” she said.

But she only said it once. Words were lost to her after that, as I pressed my cock into the scorching slickness of her heat. When my cock tail lassoed her most sensitive nub of flesh above, empire help me, Ifelther convulse around me in response.

I planted my hands on the counter behind her for extra stability and control, then began to rut into her, haltingly at first. But soon, she was meeting my movements with her own hips, her tightness alternating between squeezing and loosening, stretching to accommodate me. Blinking through a thick haze of pleasure, I watched her closely for signs of discomfort, but she showed none. Her face was flushed, her mouth open with rising moans. Her nipples were hard beneath her thin white top, and the fabric there soon grew damp. I was nearly feral at the sight of her, so spread, so wet, so needy for me.

When she quivered around my cock, then convulsed in beautiful climax, as if to draw me deeper, my knees weakened,my sac tightened, and my cock heaved inside her. I filled her with everything I had. Gave her everything I had to give.

I was her husband. And it was only right.

A few days later,Jolene came and sought me out where I was at work preparing the barn for oncoming winter. The days were going shorter now, colder, the breezes more biting. Autumn, who was strapped to Jolene’s front, was dressed for the weather. She wore a thick fleece onesie Jolene had brought with her, decorated with smiling suns and moons, as well as a set of mittens, socks, and a hat that I had made for her.

“Hello,” I said, leaning down to kiss Jolene on the mouth.

Having watched Jolene, I had learned that kisses were not only for one’s wife, so I leaned down and kissed the top of Autumn’s fuzzy orange head, too. It was one of my favourite things to do, kissing her in all sorts of places. Her fat little cheeks. Her perfect, tiny fingers. The little button of her navel.

“Hello to you too,” Jolene said. Autumn greeted me just as enthusiastically by grabbing a loose lock of my hair and yanking gleefully upon it. “I just wanted to pop over here for a second. The warden sent me something in Zabrian and I was hoping you could translate it.”

“Translate it?” I asked, carefully removing Autumn’s fingers from my hair. “Your tablet has translation software. Or you can simply use the read aloud function. Then your own translator will sort it out for you.”

“I’d rather you did it,” she said. The barn door was open, and her eyes looked so incredibly blue with the backdrop of the crisp sky behind her. As always, I was helpless to refuse her.

But apparently, she didn’t really care if I actually translated it for her or not. Because by the time I took the tablet from her and read the first words, “My dearest brother,” she had already left the barn.

“What the blazes?” I asked, scowling at her back as she strode away with Autumn. I considered going after her and making her take her tablet with her, but my curiosity had been piqued regarding this mystery text from the warden. I returned my attention to the screen to continue reading.

My dearest brother,

I must admit I was surprised to receive a message from your wife, which was passed from your warden to my local constable of the Imperial Justice Committee, who then forwarded it to me. I was perhaps even more surprised to learn that you had a wife in the first place. I did not know that such a thing was possible for you where you are.

Jolene has shared much information about your life on Zabria Prinar One. I found myself in disbelief, even tempted to laugh at times, at her vivid and often irreverent descriptions of you. It is hard to picture you riding shuldu and wrangling cattle. But your wife tells me you are immensely skilled at it all. And that, I can believe. You were always able to conquer anything you set your mind to.

I am glad I read her message. There were cycles, after your conviction, that I would not have accepted such a message even if one had been sent. But time passes. Perspectives shift. I feel your absence keenly as of late. My son, Aleron, is now older than you were when you were taken away. And he is still so very young. I think of the child you were, and I grieve. For both of us.

Your wife tells me that you are happy. She tells me she loves you deeply, and her affection for you shines through in everyword she writes. She has told me about your human daughter, about what an admirable father you have become.

I want you to know that I have found similar contentment. After your conviction, I left my surgical post at the Academy and moved to live with our late father’s sister in her province. There, I gave birth, and once I was recovered, I opened my own small surgical practice. Away from the teeming ambitions of the Academy, I have found a community that accepts me. And I have married. My husband is an honourable male. He has been in Aleron’s life since infancy, and, like you with your Autumn, he has proven himself to be a worthy father. He makes me very happy, as does our son. Aleron is brilliant and headstrong. Just like you. I believe that he will do something great one day.

Please thank Jolene for sending me her message – I have read it more than a dozen times. I have wondered about you for so long, but was never given any information on how to contact you.

I hope that, next time, you will write me a message yourself. If you do, please know that I will answer.

With honour and affection,

Your sister, Meryn.

For a long while, I merely stared blankly at the screen after reading.

Then, I read it again.

And again.

If I had been capable of human tears I would have cried them. I traced the Zabrian words with the pads of shaking fingers, hearing my sister’s voice in my head as I read them for a fourth time. And then a fifth. And a sixth.

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