Page 79 of Infala: Bonded to the Enemy
“That makes two of us.”
“It seems to link our pleasure even more than before,” he noted. “If only young me had known what they would one day become.”
A little gleam of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his cock as his woman’s tracing fingers shifted, grasping his shaft with a firm tug.
“I think we have some experimenting to do,” she said, sliding down his body, kissing his torso and tasting their mixed salty sweat on her tongue. “You know. For science.”
“I suppo—” his words trailed off abruptly as she took his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling across the tip, licking the pre-cum as she sucked hard, forcing more blood to engorge his head.
Shalia began bobbing back and forth, feeling his length slide into her throat. Again, there was no gag reflex, and with his runes now bonded to her body, she could feel which way to move. What elicited the most pleasure as if it were her own.
A low groan rumbled from her throat as her pussy began to pulse with delight, his cock’s sensations somehow linking with her own. It was mind-blowing, the way it felt. Almost as if her mouth had become a second pussy and somehow sucking him was building her own climax at the same time.
The salty hot brine leaking from his engorged cock made her mouth water with delight. She couldn’t get enough of him, this perfect man. He was hers, and she wanted him to take her. To give her everything he had and more.
“Oh… Nnngh—” he grunted, his balls contracting close to his body as his climax hit.
Shalia moved her mouth faster, sucking hard, her hand sliding to her clit just as the first spray of hot cum filled her mouth. Her fingers had only touched her buzzing nub when she climaxed as well, the two of them riding the sensations in unison.
He pulsed hard, her swirling tongue coaxing every last drop out of him with greedy delight as his body thrashed.
“Too much,” he gasped. “Too sensitive.”
She didn’t relent. Not immediately, anyway. Shalia slowed her pace, letting her own orgasm fill her body as his cock filled her mouth, sucking gently now then pulling free as she swallowed,her tongue tracing the glowing lines running the length of his manhood.
Valin’s body locked up hard, his muscles standing out from the intensity, quivering as a final gush spurted up onto his chest before he finally relaxed, a look of blissful dizziness in his eyes.
“What the… how did you?” he asked, dazed. “I can’t feel my feet,” he said with a little laugh. “What did you do?”
“I don’t know, for sure,” Shalia replied, sliding up his body and kissing him with deep passion. She pulled back, basking in her man’s loving gaze. “But I sure look forward to doing it again.”
“Twist my arm,” he chuckled.
“Oh, I’ll twist something far more interesting.”
“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, pulling her into his arms and holding her tight. “You know something?”
“What?”
“I don’t think any Dohrag has ever experienced this.”
“Their loss.”
“It is. But you know what else? If they did, I think the entire Dohrag society would be upended.”
“Maybe. But it looks like it’s just you and me. Your destiny is being stuck with an Earth girl.”
He smiled bright and warm, kissing her forehead with the most contented look she’d ever seen on a man’s face. “Yeah, it is. And I can’t think of a better fate.”
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Shalia and Valin spent several days nested in their private love shack, the meals left for them met with great appreciation. They had alotto figure out about bonded life, and they were enjoying every last sweaty second of it. By the time they finally ventured out into the village, they’d discovered quite a few enjoyable new surprises their Infalas had gifted them, and if their instincts were right, there were still more to come.
They stepped out of their front door into the welcome fresh air of a crisp morning and breathed deep. This was a good day. Every day was a good day, now that they’d found each other. The pair set out for breakfast, walking hand-in-hand on their way to the dining area.
The locals greeted them with knowing smiles and friendly nods. Ever since discussions had begun about what the Dohrag might be able to do for them now that he was a friend of the Oraku, the people of the village had developed high hopes for the future. One where, hopefully, the Dohrag threat to their women could be diminished, if not entirely neutralized.
Valin was aware of this, of course, but he said nothing. That was something that would come naturally over time. Or so hethought. But as he and his mate sat enjoying their breakfast meal, an unlikely sight met his eyes.
