Page 77 of The Prisoner's Gambit
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, you are perfect.”
“Then what is it?”
He took her hand and placed it on his chest over his Infala, the living pigment churning in his skin.
“My Infala. It is trying to heal itself. Calling out to you. Can you feel it?”
She slid his hand from her breast and pressed it to the middle of her chest. A buzz of sensation ran up each of their arms as they touched each other’s Infala.
“I can! Oh my God, what is that?” she asked as her own Infala began spreading, growing in her skin.
Bodok’s pulse was thundering in his chest, the veins of his neck standing up and thrumming with every beat, his pupils wide with desire.
“I am damaged,” he said. “Not yet healed. The Skrizzit did excellent work, but the process is not without pain.”
“Is that what I’m feeling? Your Infala?”
“Yes. But it changes even as it heals, as it would if we were truly bonded. Mated for life.”
Maureen felt a surge of heat between her legs at his words. “Bonded?”
“The process is not complete,” he said. “Our runes are not yet fully matched. But know this. I love you, Maureen of Earth. And I will be yours until my dying breath.”
Maureen felt lightheaded at his words, her body reacting with a surge of far more than just adrenaline. She pulled him close, kissing him so hard she nearly drew blood. He smiled a devilish grin, licking her lips with the tip of his tongue.
“You’re mine,” she said with a happy, dazed grin, the room spinning around her. “All mine.”
“Yes.”
“Always and forever.”
Their Infalas buzzed with newfound energy, redoubling the already distracting arousal pumping through them both. Maureen shifted uneasily, her lips slick with wetness. She spun around, her back to him, and pushed her trousers down over her hips, guiding him into her as she braced her hand on the wall.
A dazzling spray of colors exploded in front of her eyes as he plunged all the way inside her, the both of them so aroused no further preparation was needed. His balls swung forward and slapped her clit as he pounded her hard, a frenzy in his movements as if his body was no longer his to control. And in a sense it wasn’t.
Their Infalas were all that mattered now. Their bond. Their union. And though they could not technically fuck so hard they became one, they were sure as hell going to do their damnedest.
“God, yes!” she grunted as his hands wrapped around her hips and pulled, slamming her ass up against his every thrust.
Bodok’s cock swelled up even larger inside her, the broad head pressing against her in the most delicious and overwhelming way, coaxing climax after climax out of her as it slid against her G-spot.
Maureen’s legs went weak but he simply shifted his powerful grip, holding her up while rubbing her clit as he continued his relentless pounding, driving his cock into her over and over so hard she thought she might split in two.
It was too much. Too perfect. Their bodies were working in synchronicity, amplifying each other’s pleasure, feeding off it.
Bodok pulled out, his cock flapping to attention as it met the open air. He spun her around and lifted her in a single movement, lowering her down on his shaft in a fluid motion, driving himself into her so deep her whole body began to shake.
“My mate,” he growled with primal lust, his thrusts increasing in force. “My light.”
She felt him getting close, her Infala linked with his, their orgasmic energy now a flowing circuit between them both. They were one, at least for this moment.
Maureen cried out as his grip tightened hard. Bodok’s hips locked with his cock buried deep inside her as he exploded in a white-hot geyser, emptying himself into his love. She felt his orgasm as though it was her own, an utterly new sensation that pushed her right over the edge as his hot cum churned inside her.
The world ceased to exist, only the two of them remained, locked in wave after wave of bliss, oblivious to all but each other.
Slowly, after how long neither could say, they began to regain their senses, bodies entwined. Maureen locked her eyes on his, both staring with raw, unguarded emotion.
