Page 53 of Infala: The Alien's Bond
Darla felt her cheeks grow warm at his gaze while another part of her anatomy flared with an even greater heat. “I’m just a girl from Earth, is all.”
“You are far more than that.”
She placed her hand atop his, holding it firmly to her skin. “You say my body is developing the runes you started faster than normal, right?”
“That it most certainly is.”
She made eye contact, then glanced away, her cheeks even warmer. “What about the Infala?” she asked, wondering if it was the bonding rune that was making her feel this way about the strange alien she had disliked so recently.
He reached out with his other hand, grazing her breast through her shirt as he did. Darla’s nipples hardened at once and she felt her pulse rate spike. His fingers gently pulled open her collar and trailed down to her collarbone.
“The Infala is not yet fully developed,” he said, allowing her shirt to slip back into place. “With the way your body reacts to the pigments, I am quite certain you will be very aware of it when it does.”
She nodded, swallowing hard.Is it getting really hot out here, or is it just my raging hormones?she wondered as she pressed his hand against her belly harder, hoping he would slide it lower, even out here in the open, Raxxians be damned.
Raxxians. The green monsters that ate humans.
A flash of clarity hit her, and Darla forced herself to focus. There would be time for that later. For the moment, she wanted some answers.
“You say that these runes are what give me extra strength, but you also said they do other things.”
“Which vary from person to person, yes. It is a symbiotic relationship with the pigments. They react to your particular biology and needs, forming the power runes accordingly.”
“And you say it does this all on its own?”
“Yes. There is no conscious interaction with your pigments.”
“Huh, okay. So this Infala rune. It’s a strong one?”
“One of the most powerful. It forms with a bond to your heart, and when completed, it will draw you to your mate.”
“But what if I don’t want to do what it says? What if I don’t like my mate?”
Heydar’s expression grew serious. “There is no denying the Infala rune. None would even dream of it. Once the pigment is set, so too is your fate, and only death can break the bond.”
“Well, okay then,” she said. “Thanks for clarifying all of that for me. It’s not the sort of thing we’re familiar with back home.”
“I am aware of this, and it is one of the reasons I am impressed with you. To adapt so readily? To accept a foreign, analienway of life after being so recently snatched from your own? It demonstrates remarkable character and strength.”
Darla’s cheeks were red, she just knew it, but at this moment she didn’t care. She pulled his hand from her stomach and laced her fingers with his.
“You’re not so bad yourself, you know,” she said, pulling his arm close and kissing his bulging bicep tenderly.
She would have had to be blind to not notice the stirring in his groin. It was such a small thing, just a gesture of affection and appreciation, yet it drew such a reaction. Darla couldn’t help but feel special. It was a heady feeling knowing she had that kind of effect on so powerful a man. It was damn near intoxicating.
“Okay, I suppose we should keep moving,” she said, shaking it off. “You said you thought we could reach the crash site later today, right?”
“That was my original assessment yesterday from our elevated vantage point,” he replied. “However, while the terrain has been much more forgiving today, the course we have been forced to follow has pushed us off from a direct approach. I fear we will not be able to reach it before nightfall.”
That meant a campout. Darla’s pussy reacted before she could even voice her thought, growing hot and wet with anticipation. She unconsciously licked her lips, wondering what his thick, ridged cock would feel like in her mouth.
“Uh, so you’re saying we’ll need to bed down somewhere tonight?” she asked, her body electrified at the thought of it.
He squeezed her hand and gazed into her eyes. “Yes, we will spend one more night before reaching our goal.” A little smile creased the corners of his full lips as he stared at her. “Come,” he finally said, gently pulling her much smaller hand in his. “We should be on our way. There is still much ground to cover before nightfall.”
She followed gladly, walking hand in hand with this enormous hunk of alien manliness. Her arousal dimmed slightly as they moved, but the lingering anticipation would in no way be entirely quenched. Only one thing would do that, and she was looking forward to it with every fiber of her being.
Who would have thought?she marveled.Me. And an alien.
