Page 42 of Infala: Her Alien Protector
Zepharos walked across the room, keeping his rhythm steady, his cock churning inside her, his pelvis sliding against her clit delightfully as she moved, angled just right. He was hitting her G-spot and clit perfectly, making her even wetter in an instant. He stopped near a tall mirror, turning so Maria could watch.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped at the sight of his powerful muscles flexing as he moved her. And the way her body looked impaled on his cock; it was possibly the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
Her whole body clenched as an orgasm unexpectedly hit her, the sight of them triggering its release.
“Yes, come for me,” he growled, savoring her bliss and wanting more, relishing this delicious woman’s pleasure as if it were his own.
Maria’s twitching slowed and Zepharos lifted her off his length. But rather than stop, he simply turned her around, his hand gently but firmly on her back, bending her forward toward the mirror. She obliged grabbing the sturdy frame as his strong hands took hold of her ass and spread her pussy open. His cock slid in slowly at first, his fingers moving to grab her hips, pulling until he was fully inside her.
“God, you’re incredible,” he groaned, staring at her in the mirror, locking eyes as he thrust harder and harder, his arousal and hers intertwined as they watched each other’s ecstasy grow.
A blazing ball of sensation ignited deep in Maria’s belly, the heat straining to explode out and engulf her body. Every thrust was edging her closer and closer, and watching in the mirror was only speeding her along.
She jerked hard as he reached one hand around between her legs and began rubbing her swollen clit. “Fuck!” she cried out as her limbs lost control, her orgasm so intense all her lover could do was hold her up, her pussy clenching so hard that he was locked in place, unable to thrust, unable to pull out. Two bodies become one, for at least this blissful moment.
He could do one thing, however, and that he did, powerful spurts of come erupting inside her as her contractions made him lose any last thread of control. His legs trembled, but he somehow stayed upright, one hand against the wall for support,the other around his woman, holding her up as they rode out their ecstasy.
Maria’s emotions were a burning tangle coursing through her. She felt tears of joy streaming down her cheeks but couldn’t see them. The mirror was gone. The world was gone. Only sparkling lights dancing in front of her eyes remained, her orgasm’s power wiping away the rest of the world. It was just her and her man, locked into this perfect state of grace.
It was all she could ever want and more, and this man,herman, was right there with her in body and spirit.
Finally, after longer than either could gauge, their senses returned. Zepharos pulled slowly out of her, Maria’s legs rubbery from the release. He held her close, supporting her, kissing the top of her head. Then something stirred against her belly. His cock twitching and thickening once more. She looked up at his lustful gaze.
“More?” he asked, barely holding himself back.
She grinned wide and nodded. “More,” she said with a lustful grin, the world dissolving around them as they reveled in each other until nothing else remained.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
After their rousing night of passion, Maria slept like a baby. Not the waking up, crying, and pooping yourself kind, but the deep, sound slumber type that left her feeling invigorated and restored come morning. And if getting her runes fixed really did what they said it would, linking the other ones all over her body in a sort of living pigment superconductor network, there was no telling what she would be able to do.
She bid her farewell to Zepharos, kissing him deeply, leaving him with a stupid-happy grin on his face as she headed off to the simple tent in which Heydar was to do his work. It was a short walk, and she made it there in no time, finding the Nimenni prince meditating quietly on a cushion.
“Ah, you are here,” he said, sensing her the moment she entered, though she’d been quite silent about it. “I take it you slept well? You have a refreshed look about you.”
“Yeah, it was a good night, for sure.”
“You did not eat, as we discussed?”
“Nope. Just like fasting blood work, not a big deal, so long as this doesn’t take hours.”
“I actually understood that reference,” he said with achuckle. “My mate, bless her sometimes ridiculous vernacular, has mentioned it in the past. A very strange medical system on your world. But who am I to judge? I am sure it has many charms in its own rustic way.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call usrustic.”
“Of course, I mean no offense. It’s just your kind are not a spacefaring people. Being constrained to a single world does feel a bit, well,rustic, to most of us—our Oraku hosts excluded, naturally, though they do have the option should they so desire.”
“Give us time. We’ve made it to space, just not this far.”
“Darla has told me. She’d told me much of your world, and while I do not know where it is or how far the Raxxians traveled once you were taken, I do hope to visit it one day.”
“That would be both amazing and terrifying. Our governments aren’t exactly known as the ask-questions-first-shoot-second kind of people.”
He laughed. “Again, Darla has mentioned the same thing. But should that day arrive, rest assured, my people’s defensive systems are quite robust. But enough of that. Let’s get this Infala completed.”
“Works for me. What do I do?”
“Just remove your clothing and lay on this table. I will first inspect you from head to toe to ensure I do not miss any tricks left by the chancellor’s Skrizzit. Once they are mapped out, I will apply the corrective pigments. You’re in luck. Rohanna had a little of a very, very powerful pigment left over from a ceremonial marking not long ago.”
