Alien Mate (8 page)

When she let go of his hands, he went to grab her boobs, but Diana grabbed his hands and pushed them back up above his head. “Keep them up here,” she mock growled.

“Or what?” he drawled, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

“Or I won’t do this,” she said, sliding down his body, his erection a hot poker that pressed against her as she slid down its length. When she straddled his thighs, she smiled wickedly at him as she grabbed his jutting member.

“Is this good enough?” he said, locking his hands together and tucking them under his head.

“Perfect. Don’t move,” she warned.

Finally she could look at him like she’d been aching to do since she’d met him. She perused the long, lean length of his blue body with its well-defined muscles, and she licked her lips. His body lay before her like a feast, and all she wanted to do was eat it.

Her frank appraisal made his cock grow even harder in her grip. Stroking his silky length up and down, she marveled at the size and color. Dark blue like the rest of him, when engorged, the tip blushed a deep purple color. Diana leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his swollen head, gratified to hear him groan.
It’s time to make him lose control.

She bathed his shaft with her tongue at first, licking it up and down before swirling her tongue around the head. Then she took him in her mouth, his girth a tighter fit than she’d ever attempted, but so worth it when he closed his eyes and let out a gasp.

She worked his cock up and down with her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. With one of her hands, she gripped the base of his shaft. She used her other hand to play with his heavy balls. He really seemed to enjoy her touch on those, so she cradled them in her hand and squeezed them, a move that made his hips arch.

Diana worked his shaft wetly with her mouth and hands, his obvious pleasure making her own pussy wet with desire. Unable to contain herself, Diana sat up and positioned 31

herself over his shaft. Rubbing her cleft with his engorged tip, she threw her head back in pleasure before sitting down hard on it, impaling herself.

Oh God, that feels good.

His long, thick cock filled her so tightly, the throbbing length so deep inside of her, she convulsed a little in pleasure.

Distracted by the sensations his shaft inside her made her feel, she didn’t protest when she felt his hands on her hips, helping her to rise and fall on his member, each movement down its length sending a shock of pure bliss through her that made her mewl in pleasure.

She could feel her body tightening and coiling around him, lost in a vortex of pleasure that rapidly gained in intensity the faster they pumped their bodies together ’til, with a scream, she felt her muscles convulse around him, spasming with the intensity of her orgasm. He echoed her shout, driving himself one last time deep inside, his shaft shooting molten liquid inside her.

Diana collapsed on top of him, her body glistening with sweat, her breath erratic. He hugged her tightly, his breathing just as irregular.

And as Diana felt her body slow down, a heavy languor overtaking all her limbs, making her slip into sleep, she thought she heard him whisper, “Mine, forever.”

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Kor awoke slowly, the unfamiliar feel of a warm, naked body pressed against him an instant—and pleasant, indeed—reminder of the previous day’s events.

She’s mine.
This possessive thought made his lips curve into a smile, and he hugged her close. As if it had a mind of its own, one of his hands found the heavy globe of her breast and squeezed it. Even in her sleep, she squirmed and sighed at his touch. Kor felt himself getting hard.

“Ahem,” came the ever-present Alphie, using his uncanny ability to interrupt at inopportune moments.

Kor sighed and rolled onto his back, letting go of Diana’s breast with regret.

“Your mother is calling again. Shall I put her on the view screen in here?” said Alphie with altogether too much mirth.

“No!” Kor shot out of bed and scrambled for his clothes. While he hopped about in an undignified manner to yank them on, he heard Diana’s sleepy voice from behind him.

“I have to say I never expected the day after getting married to be greeted by a blue moon.”

Confused, Kor turned to ask her what she meant, finally sliding his pants up over his blue buttocks, but he had no need to ask as it dawned on him what she meant when both she and Alphie burst out laughing.

Pretending affront, Kor stalked out of the cabin to the command center to take the call from his mother—again. As his matriarch, he owed her respect, but these daily multiple calls were getting tiresome. Not to mention he’d had different plans about what he’d be doing when he woke up beside his mate for the first time.

“Mother, what can I help you with today?” he asked, sitting in his chair and drumming his fingers impatiently.

“Judging by your disheveled look, I’d say you finally did the deed. About time.”

Kor shook his head at her blunt statement and laughed. “Yes, it’s done. Does this mean the calls are going to stop? I just left my mate and a warm bed to attend to you.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” said his mother without the least hint of remorse. “I’ll see you in a cycle when you arrive home. In the meantime, get started on making me a grandchild. I want to be able to brag about one to the ladies at our next moon gathering.”

Kor shook his head and signed off.
Children, well, there’s a way to make a warrior avoid the
pleasures of the flesh.
Sure, he’d thought about it, in a very abstract kind of way like, yes, eventually he’d have some. However, his mother’s words suddenly made the prospect seem imminent.
By the silvery moons, Diana could already be pregnant. We certainly gave it a good attempt last
night. I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father. I’d kind of hoped to enjoy my mate for a while.
But enjoying her meant possibly impregnating her, as birth control was unheard of since the plague. Kor suddenly had a vision of Diana, her belly rounded with child, his child, and from somewhere deep inside him, a wave of protectiveness rose at the thought.
My mate, my child.

My family.
Feeling more positive about the idea, he rose and left the command center to find Diana.

No time like the present to get started on the future.

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In the cabin, Diana lounged on the bed, her body pleasantly sore and even still a bit aroused at the thought of the previous evening’s pleasures.

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Kor is a phenomenal lover! The way he uses his tongue, his body.
Diana felt like sliding a hand under the sheet to stroke and ready herself for his return, but her tummy growled impatiently.

Resigned to take care of other bodily needs first, she draped the sheet around herself and stood up.

“Alphie, you there?” she called.

“I am always here.”

“I’m hungry,” she said, almost plaintively, rubbing her tummy.

“Well we can’t have that,” said Kor, striding in looking deliciously rumpled.

Diana licked her lips looking at him. Suddenly she felt a whole different kind of hunger.

Kor wagged a finger at her.

“First, real food,” he said, his eyes glowing. “Then we play.”

Diana liked the sound of that. Looking around, she spotted her dirty veil outfit from the day before and wrinkled her nose. Kor, seeing where she was looking, picked up the garment and, pressing the wall, opened a chute where he dropped it.

“So am I going to breakfast naked?” she asked, boldly dropping the sheet. She felt her nipples pucker as his look turned smoldering hot. With a groan, he looked away and stripped off his shirt, then tossed it in her general direction.

“Quick, put this on before I forget about eating and we both die of starvation.”

Diana smiled as she slipped the loose shirt smelling of him over her head.
It’s always nice
to know you’re wanted.
The only problem now was he stood there bare-chested, and Diana so wanted to rub and lick that delicious blue skin.

“By all my wiring, would the two of you stop looking at each other like you’re a five-course moon feast? Go. Eat. Now.”

Grinning like a kid caught being naughty, Kor grabbed Diana’s hand and brought her to the lounge, where a meal had already been laid out for them.

While they ate, Kor supplied a steady stream of conversation, which Diana didn’t hear a word of. Between chewing her toast that almost tasted like home and sipping her orange juice, which tasted freshly squeezed, she wondered what Kor really thought about the human mate he was now bonded with. He certainly enjoyed her body, and she his. But did they have anything else in common?

“I thought after our meal that perhaps you’d like to get clean.”

The word “clean” caught Diana’s attention, and with a look down at herself, she suddenly realized just how filthy she must be. Her daily washes with the moist cloth Alphie had provided did not replace the need for a real shower or bath.
I am such a dirty girl. Hell, I
didn’t even think about bathing I was so worried about getting his clothes off and having my way with him
again.

“I’d like that,” she said. “Do you keep water on board for showers and stuff?”

“Water?” Kor looked shocked
at her suggestion.
“Water is much too precious for us to waste on such a thing like bathing, especially on board a ship. I know your society still uses water like it’s a renewable resource, but that will soon change. Our society adopted strict water conservation measures quite some time ago. We’ve come up with new methods of washing and cleaning, and not just our bodies, but clothing and dishes too.”

“What, no more baths?” said Diana mournfully, thinking of her decadent love of hot water and bubbles.

“I think we have some alternatives that you’ll quite enjoy. I’ll show them to you when we reach my planet. Now, are you ready for your first space cleansing?”

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Dubious, but willing to try, Diana took his hand and followed him back to the bland room he’d taken her to before when they teleported down to the bunny planet.

“Strip,” he told her, dropping his loose pants and standing there naked as a blue jay.

Diana almost giggled when she thought of this. He did have a big blue bird, after all.

Biting her lip so as to not giggle, she stripped off her shirt and stood there naked, feeling a little self-conscious. After all, Alphie, the computer with no boundaries, was probably watching, but hey, having an audience did make it more exciting.

“Okay, now what?” she asked, waiting.

Kor placed his hands out toward her, palms out, and Diana lifted her hands to place them against his. As with every other time she touched him, Diana felt a tingle run through her. Apparently he did too, judging by the lifting appendage below.

Then, whatever the cleansing process was, it began. Diana felt a staticky energy that tickled and sizzled across her skin, starting with the soles of her feet and moving up.

“Oh,” she exclaimed when the energy cleaner reached her buttocks.

“Spread your legs,” whispered Kor, whose eyes had begun to glow.

Diana spread them and felt the electric tingle on her nether lips, an erotic sensation that made her quiver, to her embarrassment.

“This can’t be clean,” she gasped. “It feels too dirty.”

“If you mean pleasurable, then yes,” said Kor, leaning forward to nip at her ear.

The energy wave continued its way up Diana’s body. Her nipples puckered at its ghostly touch, and her hair floated around her head in a halo.

And then the beam came back down her body again, and Diana’s awakened nerve endings shivered and her body arched forward to touch Kor’s. The electrical jolt as their skin touched made her moan. She felt his hands grasp her buttocks and squeeze them. The hardness of his cock poked at her belly, and Diana reached a hand down to grab him. He jerked in her grasp, a living, pulsing, thick pole that she wanted to feel inside of her.

Kor bit her neck and sucked the skin, an erogenous zone that had her knees buckling, but he held her in a controlled descent to the floor, its cold surface chill against her fevered skin. He pushed her legs up ’til they rested on his shoulders, exposing her to his sight, and Diana felt herself gush wetly at his smoking gaze. He licked a finger and rubbed it against her clit, and Diana cried out. With her legs still pushed up, he sank down ’til his breath feathered against her inner thighs and brushed softly across her wet lips.

Diana pleaded with him, arching her hips. “Please, Kor.”

And he obliged, his hot, wet tongue flicking at her swollen nubbin while he slid two fingers inside of her. Diana moaned incoherently at this point. The feel of his tongue laving her and his mouth sucking her tender flesh while his fingers pumped in and out of her was too much for her sensitized body.

She could feel her muscles tightening, and her pleasure built itself up quickly, a symphony of notes that was about to end in a big climax, ’til he suddenly pulled away.

Diana cried out. “No, please.”

But he replaced his fingers and mouth with his rock-hard cock, his thick length sliding easily into her dampness, and with her legs pushed up, he drove himself deep into her. Every stroke seemed to unerringly jab that sweet spot on the underside of her womb, creating a sensation so pleasurable she moaned each time he hit it. It didn’t take long for her to reach orgasm, the intensity of it rippling through her body while her muscles clenched him tightly in waves of bliss that had her gushing wetly.

She felt him come inside of her, a hot spurt of liquid and a spasm that shook his whole body as he joined her in heaven.

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He collapsed on top of her breathing hard. Diana giggled under his slumped body.

“I’m afraid to ask what you find so amusing.”

“Well,” said Diana, running her fingers down his dewy back, “I think we need another cleansing. We got dirty again during the first one.”

Kor grinned. “Yes, that’s an unfortunate side effect when you cleanse yourself nude with your mate.”