Page 35 of Infala: The Alien's Bond
The bulge in his trousers was straining for freedom and his pupils were dilated with desire. But Zepharos managed to put his passion in check, taking a deep breath and stepping aside.
“Yes, yes. You should rest. There will be time for you and I later. Come, I will walk you to your accommodations.”
“I’ve got it,” she replied, opening the door and stepping outside. “I’ll see you later.”
With that she turned and walked away, the ache in her body fading by the second while the one between her legs persisted, as strong as ever.
She was tingling all over as she hurried to the tent she’d been given, her thighs brushing her engorged clit as she walked, driving her closer to the edge with every step. Darla pulled the flap aside and hurried in, securing it behind her before carefully lying down on her soft bedroll her hands immediately sliding between her legs.
Her clit was so sensitive she came almost immediately, the buildup and final release leaving her unable to feel her feet and seeing stars.
Holy shit, she gasped, then went for round two.
The second orgasm came quickly and was just as strong as the first, flooding her body with heat spreading from her core, making the world go dark as she bucked with pleasure. Finally, after how long she had no idea, she pulled her cum-slick fingers free, sinking deeper into her bed.
Just a little nap, she told herself, then faded into a shallow slumber.
She roused a few hours later and even made her way to dine with the others, but she soon after took her leave, citing her body’s need to heal as an excuse. Everyone present understood and wished her well.
In reality, while she did need to rest, she also felt an almost compulsive need to rub one out yet again. The orgasm surged through her body, making her limbs quiver.
Oh my God. How is it so good? Did these tattoos make my pussy magic?
Those were the last thoughts on her weary mind as she drifted off to a deep sleep.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Darla woke early following a night of crazy-vivid dreams, more than a few of which featured well-endowed alien lovers doing unspeakably delightful things to her newly inked body. She had been touched and caressed in all manner of delicious ways, but come morning she found herself well rested but alone.
Gradually, the pleasantness of that much needed slumber left her, replaced by the awareness that eventually she was going to have to face a new day on an alien world far, far from home.
“Oh man, this is going to suck,” she grumbled, forcing herself to move from beneath her cover and sit up.
Surprisingly, her skin had healed quite a lot as she slept, and the underlying dull throb that had settled in after Zepharos grabbed her so lustfully was completely gone. Yes, her skin was still somewhat tight where the tattoos were mending, and the alien pigment still felt a bit odd as it shifted subtly under her epidermis, but compared to what her friends went through when they had gotten ink in the past, this seemed like an absolute cake walk.
“Huh. Not so bad,” she mused, giving her limbs a few careful wake-up swings. “Not bad at all.”
She crossed to where her freshly washed clothing had been neatly folded and shed her rather comfortable tunic. She hadn’t been sure about being able to wear her slacks after the tattoo work put in on her legs, but they were loose enough to not chafe her newly inked skin.
They weren’t as flowing as the temporary bottoms she had been provided, but there was a certain bit of comfort to be had from wearing her own clothes. A modicum of familiarity that was soothing in this otherwise alien world.
She sat and laced up her shoes, again glad she’d swapped for her comfy trainers after Tammy’s party, then stood and headed for the opening flap of her tent.
Okay, let’s see what today has to offer.
It was a beautiful morning; the sky was crisp and clear, and the mouthwatering aroma of cooking food was wafting through the air. Darla stretched wide and took a deep breath, her lungs expanding fully, drawing in as much oxygen as she could absorb.
Her body felt even better now that she was outside. Tingling a little more as the sun’s rays fell upon her. She thought about what she had been told of the tattoo ink. About the living pigment now in her skin. How it reacted to the ambient galactic energies flowing through all things, but especially the sun’s power.
It was a strange, viscerally empowering sensation. Her limbs were rested, but they also felt somehow stronger than before. Lighter. And her feet? Any aches from the prior day’s trekking were gone. Whatever the runes were doing to her, the benefits were quickly outweighing her hesitance at being marked for life with strange alien symbols.
Darla followed her nose and headed toward the smell of baking bread and other savory goods. If breakfast was anywhere near as tasty as dinner had been, this would be the perfect cap to an already pleasant morning. The only thing she was sure would be lacking was coffee. That is, unless the Oraku had somehow cultivated their own version of her caffeinated treat.
From an adjacent footpath, the tribal elder joined her on her walk.
“Heading to break your fast?” Rohanna asked.
“Yeah. I’m famished, and whatever they’re making smells divine.”
