Page 66 of Infala: Her Alien Protector
“Fuuuuuck!” she gasped as he slid inside her once more, his cock parting her wide with every thrust.
“Not yet,” he growled, speeding his pace, one hand on her low back, his thumb teasing her asshole. “Rub your clit for me, but don’t come. Wait until I say.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, reveling in today’s game. He was always able to intuit what she was in the mood for, somehow, and today this power play was hitting the spot perfectly.
She rubbed her clit, hot sensations of pleasure radiating through her belly, running down her legs and out her arms, a hot tingle growing in her head. She felt him shudder, but he maintained his pace. Maria smiled with delight, knowing with their bond he felt what she did and was just as close to the edge.
She could feel his cock head swell larger as his climax neared. Soon he wouldn’t be able to hold back, and neither would she. It was overwhelming, and it was perfect, and a minute later she knew it was time. But he hadn’t told her to come yet, and so she held back with every last ounce of control she possessed.
He grunted, a sexy, guttural sound, then slid his thumb into her back door, pressing against his thrusting cock from inside her ass amplifying the sensations tenfold. Maria’s head thrashed from side-to-side as she fought to hold back, but it was near-impossible, and Zepharos knew it. Knew it and felt it as well.
“Come for me,” he finally said, erupting a massive gush ofhot cum deep in her pussy, his cock throbbing and twitching with every spurt, his command and release sending her over the edge in an explosion of sound and color that blinded her to the world in the most wonderful way.
She gave in to the sensations, oblivious to the outside world, riding the myriad sensations rocking both their bodies, her hearing gone, her vision as well. All that existed was her, and Zepharos, and their shared climactic bliss.
Maria gurgled something utterly incomprehensible and happy as she came over and over, her body quivering from the intensity of the chained orgasms powering through her. This was perfection. This was love.
The lovers roused from their daze some time later, splashing in the lagoon for a quick rinse, then shared a refreshing snack of fruit and veggies before taking a relaxing nap in the shade, the sun’s rays warm and radiant off the sandy shore nearby.
“Thank you,” Zepharos said, kissing the top of her head, burying his nose in her hair and breathing in her scent.
“We both enjoyed that, you know,” she chuckled.
“Oh, that is a certainty. But I meant for all of this. For this life. It’s more than I deserve, Maria, and I have you to thank for it. For all of it.”
She moved closer, sliding her head onto his chest, feeling his heart beating against her cheek. “We’re a team, you and me. And we’ll be this way for the rest of our lives.”
“I’m looking forward to every minute of it.”
“Me too,” she replied, happier than she could have ever thought possible. “Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The happy couple had wrung out their clothing and hung it to dry the rest of the way while they snacked and enjoyed a little afternoon nap au naturale. There were no biting insects in their little corner of paradise, so the only thing they had to be concerned with were the sun’s rays, and given the ample shade under which to enjoy the near-perfect climate, that was never an issue.
By the time they roused and dressed, their clothing was pretty much dry. Had they really needed it, they had extra attire in their storage container, but that had never proven to be a pressing need. Not in this place. If they had to spend some time nude, well, they could find ways to pass the time in that manner while waiting for the water in the fabric to evaporate.
They strolled hand-in-hand up the hill, wandering casually, enjoying the clear air and invigoratingly fresh breeze, their love almost tangibly buzzing between them. This was home, and it was perfect.
Zepharos froze, his eyes locking on the imposing man standing atop a large rock a few dozen meters from them.
“What is it?” Maria asked, then saw what he was looking at.
The man was dressed in proper outdoorsman attire, and by the way he wore it, it looked like he actually knew what he was doing in the wild. Maria felt her adrenaline increase, ready to run, but Zepharos held her hand firmly in place.
“Do not move,” he said quietly, noting the weapon on the man’s hip. They had no proper cover. If they ran, they could be mowed down with ease.
But the man just stood there, watching them, and to Zepharos’s surprise, he seemed to have an almost reluctant look in his eyes, as if he was mulling over an important decision. Then, to the couple’s surprise, he turned from them a moment later.
“I don’t see anything,” he called out, but not in their direction. He was clearly not alone. “We should keep moving.”
A crashing through the brush a moment later made it clear that whoever was with the stealthy man lacked any such hunting skills.
“What do you mean?” an annoyed man’s voice called out.
A voice that sounded strangely familiar to Maria. A moment later she realized why when Flagro and Galla stepped into view, the two elites she’d competed against in the games intruding on her home. Flagro’s eyes went wide as he pointed excitedly, fumbling for the weapon on his hip.
“There! There, you blind idiot!” he shouted, managing to pull his weapon free and fire off a flurry of poorly aimed shots.
