Page 79 of Infala: The Alien's Bond
“Heydar, I—”
“I cannot do this,” he said quietly, attempting to walk around her.
Darla stepped in front of him. “Hang on there, buddy.”
His gleaming violet eyes locked on hers, his clear pain making her heart break.
“It is done,” he said. “And I am not strong enough to handle this. Not now.”
He tried to step around her again, and once more she blocked his path.
“Darla, please—”
“No,” she declared plainly, reaching out and ripping his shirt open with her bare hands, then pulling her own top off and throwing it aside. The radiance of her ink was growing, illuminating the room.
“What happened to you? What are you do—”
Darla ignored the question, slapping her palm square against the Infala lying dormant on his chest. Her ink flared even brighter, the powerful white pigment coursing through her skin, driving the lesser colors away, taking over, channeling all of their energy through her, driven by her sheer force of will.
The dark Infala etched into her clavicle shuddered and twitched, then began to melt away as Heydar watched with his eyes wide with shock. The light moved again, flowing through the lines he had inked on her body, moving to the space between her breasts, the pigment knitting itself into a new rune entirely. An Infala. One of herownmaking. She had been freed of the dark ink’s bond between her and Zepharos, and not by death, but by her own choice. Her will.
Heydar felt a flare of pain in his chest as his own Infala seemed to burst into flame within his skin. He jerked back, but Darla’s iron grip reached out with her other hand and grabbed hold hard, holding him to her.
It took several long moments of searing pain before something new emerged from the agony. It started out subtly, a mild tingle where pain had been, growing steadily into a hot thrumming that beat with his heart. With her heart as well, the power of their two beings intertwined, locked together, inseparable.
Darla released her grip, her pigment fading to its normal low luminescence. Nearly all of her dark ink had been replaced, forced to become no more than accent marks where they had formerly claimed dominance.
She lifted her hand from his chest and raised it to his cheek with a gentle caress. Heydar looked down where the dark ink he had borne had once been. Somehow, impossibly, Darla’s pigment had flowed into him, banishing his Infala and replacing it with a new one. One that bonded him to his true love. A lasting mark forged not by chance but by want and will.
“How—” he gasped, fading into silence. “There were ancient legends,” he finally said. “Tales of those with incredible power. The power to control their fates like no others. But I never thought it possible that—”
Darla leapt up, wrapping her arms tightly around him, pressing her lips to his, silencing his racing mind with a passionate kiss.
Darla’s tongue felt a surge of hot electricity when it touched his, the Infala runes on their chests crackling with energy drawing them even tighter together, almost as if they were straining to unite into a single unified symbol. A single body.
That was impossible, of course, but the looks of smoldering raw lust in their eyes made it clear they were damn well going to give it a try the old-fashioned way, and hard at that.
Darla had felt the power the Infala rune had when it found its match the old-fashioned way, every sensation being heightened, and arousal pushed to the extreme. But unlike Zepharos, this was the man she wanted more than any other, and he wanted her just as badly, runes or not. They had already confirmed on multiple occasions that they were the most compatible lovers either had ever encountered, and that would have been enough.
With the Infala rune, however, they now found a new urgency to their want. Theirneedto claim each other, claiming one another as their chosen mate. The new sensations coursing through their bodies were so intense, almost volcanic, a building pressure before they had even undressed each other.
It felt as if they had been edging to the brink of climax for weeks, months even, and there was no way they could hold out much longer. Clearly, neither intended to.
Heydar’s desire was so great he nearly tore the rest of her clothes to shreds in his haste to have her, and Darla, with her newfound strength, did the same to him, laughing with lust-drunk joy, her pupils sex-fueled wide, just like his.
Her hand wrapped around his rigid cock, stroking the delicious, hot ridges, reveling in the feel of them thudding into her palm and fingers as she pulled and stroked. His pre-cum flowed freely, slickening the tip in an instant. Darla felt her whole body tremble as her Infala flared at the touch.
She dropped to her knees in a flash, craving him in her mouth, needing to taste his salty juices on her tongue like never before. Heydar twitched when she flicked the tip of her tongue against the underside of his cock, teasing another drop out of the swollen head, lapping it up greedily.
Heydar’s fingers gently slid through her hair, pulling her closer. He somehow seemed to grow even harder in her mouth, but incredibly managed to control himself enough to not pull her to him. Not until she was ready.
Darla looked up at him, heavy lidded with his length in her mouth, sucking hard until his legs shook. Her eyes flashed a look of love and lust, matching his own overwhelmed stare. She held his gaze as she pushed forward, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose tickled the marvelous rune on his pubis.
She held him there a moment, making small ripples with her tongue against the pulsing underside of his manhood, coaxing even more pre-cum out of him, every drop seeming to supercharge her Infala as if she was feeding it what it so desperately needed.
Heydar’s fingers tightened in her hair, sensing she was ready now, wanting what he wanted, needing him to take her. Take her hard and claim her as his own. He pulled firmly, reveling in the sensation as he fucked her mouth, sliding into her eager throat. Darla’s gag reflex somehow knew this was meant to be and didn’t even begin to react.
They were Infala mates, and knew each other’s bodies instinctively now, even more than before. He sensed she wanted him to be rougher with her and began pulling harder, thrusting his hips in rhythm, just hard enough to drive fully in without hurting her.
