by Lauren Wood
Without having any idea of what that entailed or had in store for her, Kelly quickly accepted. She was fully ready to embrace her new life on this alien planet with the alien masters of the universe who so tenderly cultivated and protected the life that they encountered.
Though they slept late into the morning, immediately upon waking, Zeus urged her to get ready to leave the house. It did not matter what she wore, he said, as the temple guardians would be taking care of attire and other aesthetic needs when they arrived. Kelly nodded and threw on one of the shift dresses that was dispensed to her. Knowing she was about to get done up in what she could only assume was Tu’Fallian formal attire, she couldn’t wait to get rid of the uniform looking clothes provided to her in favor of things she would pick out herself.
They took their own transport down to the temple – when Kelly saw it, she could barely stop herself from laughing despite the intensity and importance of the event. It looked almost exactly like the Parthenon.
Fitting, she thought. Once inside, she was rushed away from Zeus by women who covered their eyes with their palms, though there were eyes painted on the backs of their hands that seemed to guide them through the halls.
Oracle worshippers, she thought, smiling. Her regalia change was a whirlwind event. When she was able to look in the mirror that was given to her, she could only assume that she looked like Aphrodite – or at least would to the only man that mattered.
The ritual itself was fairly short. There were incenses burned that she was completely unfamiliar with and vows taken in three different languages – she tried her best to repeat the two she had never heard. There was still no intimate contact, though the ritual seemed to be drawing to a close. She grew worried, though she did not let it show outwardly in the least. She did want to have a kiss on her wedding day.
Just as that thought entered and left her mind, she felt a change overtake her. Her vision began to vibrate and her head began to swim. She felt weak, and her palms felt clammy, though it wasn’t horrible. She felt her eyes drawn from the priest that had been conducting the ritual to Zeus standing beside her. When she looked over, he was already staring at her, pupils wide. Their eyes locked, and it seemed to her that time froze. For a moment, she was overwhelmed with thoughts, emotions, and memories that weren’t hers, but Zeus’. She saw his childhood, felt his excitement at being a part of his species’ future, and then felt his nervousness of meeting someone he was supposed to bond to, to essentially end his life for, and wanting them to accept him just as his genetic code wanted him to be accepted his entire life. She became aware that he was privy to the same information, and then understood why the ritual was necessary for the bonding to be permanent and whole.
The trip back to their home was a blur. Though she changed back into her normal clothing before they left the temple, it would appear that the ritual’s magic had some way of letting everybody in the area know what had just happened as well, as there were well wishers all the way back to their transport, though Kelly knew none of them, and Zeus mentioned when they entered their vehicle that he knew none of them either. The ride home seemed instant for Kelly, who had forgotten all about a kiss on her wedding day with something that intimate in its place.
When they passed through their front door, she finally got the kiss she was looking for, however. No sooner had they crossed the threshold when Zeus grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. It was the first time that she truly felt his strength, and his name became even more fitting, she thought. She felt his god-like muscles ripple against her back as he continued to pull her into him, almost as if he wanted to absorb her himself. When he pressed his lips to hers, an electric shock ran through her body and everything began to tingle. She felt devoured by his kiss and his arms, and felt herself melting into him, becoming one. She kissed him back passionately; so passionately that she didn’t notice that she had been whisked up and was being carried back to the bed of her childhood princess fantasy dreams. She certainly noticed this, however, when he threw her down onto it and quickly leaped on top of her.
In stark contrast to his normally refined nature, Zeus committed himself physically to her with the hunger of a starving animal. His mouth wandered over every inch of her body, placing light or hard kisses on every spot it could touch, seemingly wanting to taste everything she had to offer. She was overcome by sensation and could do naught but dig her nails into his back, her nerves overloaded like she had just been given an orgasm, and he hadn’t even entered her yet. He drew himself back up the length of her body to meet her eye to eye, and she realized that for the first time, she was truly bare and nude around her now-husband, partner for life. Instead of being intimidated by the man above her filled with animalistic lust, she opened herself to him more. She felt a warm aching between her thighs and began to feel her own slickness creeping down them as she ached to be filled and claimed by the master of both her dreams and reality. She felt his cock press against her hips through his pants and let out the first noise she had been able to make in what seemed like hours – an aching, throaty moan of pure desire that overtook every fiber of her being. She quickly moved her hands down to those pants and ripped them off, overcome by the same kind of chemical passion that enveloped Tu’Fallians when they were ready to finally mate and bond to their partner.
Their spiritual connection from the bonding ritual and contrasting hungry and physically needy attitude from Zeus in stark contrast to his usually formal and polite demeanor was enough to make her ready for him to enter her – it was the first time she had gotten laid and hadn’t needed copious amounts of foreplay to make it palatable. She didn’t even care that his member was larger than any she had had before, to the point where if she wasn’t so sure of how right the pairing was, that she would be worried about possible injury. She could feel his heartbeat in it as he lay against her for a moment, simply in the nude, feeling their skin touch. It thundered through the blood vessels lining his cock, bulging out of it in urgent need. She could feel his own slickness of precum starting to pool on her stomach, and she exhaled in a shuddering sigh. With a sharp, carnal intake of breath, Zeus sucked the rest of her breath from her lungs with another deep, impassioned kiss, and entered her suddenly.
Electric shocks fired through her body when he entered her, separating her connection from her physical form while strengthening the bond she had with her own nerve endings. She arched her back farther and faster than she ever had before and gasped for air under his shining form, looking into his eyes for grounding. Ever conscious of her needs, Zeus quickly found her eyes and looked into them lovingly, reminding her without having to say anything that she was his number one priority, that she was safe, that she was loved, and that this was where she needed to be. He moved out of her slowly this time, then back in, savoring the feeling. Kelly felt herself overloaded at every little sensation – the way her pussy would cling to him, the way his curving veins felt rubbing against her g-spot, and the catch of the head of his huge cock at her lips. He increased his pace subtly with each stroke, building back up to the fast and demanding stroke he initially took.
The pleasure overload that she initially felt returned as well, though this time, since she knew what it was supposed to feel like, she was less disoriented and felt herself moving naturally with his strokes, embracing the feeling. It was like having a constant orgasm, something that she thought was impossible. However, the physical feeling mixed with the alien love spell that had come about through the bonding ritual took it to a level that she couldn’t have ever imagined. Every microscopic point on her body was in bliss, vibrating at the same pitch as the universe, in tune with all of the connection between lovers that was on Tu’Fal.
Zeus held her close as he continued to pump himself inside of her; when he was sure that she was used to handling the feeling of his turgid member inside of her, he sat her upright and began to lift her up and down on his cock while she sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck for her own personal
support, though she knew that his huge, strong hands were more than capable of supporting her themselves. This position had her wrapped tighter around him, and though she had no clue how Tu’Fallians would signal that they were close to orgasm, she could guess that he was getting there based on the tighter grip he placed around her ribcage and the way he was breathing heavily into her ear and neck as he moved her over the length of his manhood.
She too, felt herself growing closer and closer, though she didn’t know how she could feel any better than she already did. She wanted to cry out to him, to beg him to cum inside of her, to do what they both knew was right, but she couldn’t seem to remember her powers of speech among the haze of extreme neural and physical pleasure. Their movements continued in sync until the crescendo of their passion was upon them. Kelly was blindsided by her actual orgasm, which racked through her body so powerfully that she felt its energy around her, melding with Zeus’ sexual energy as well. He obviously felt it as well, as this was enough to send him over the edge. Kelly relished every coinciding spasm that they had, loving the feeling of his mammoth dick pressing tighter against her walls, stretching them further than she had experienced before, but satisfying and filling her in a way she never thought possible. Each of his shots was a shockwave through her entire body, and she felt herself bucking with them involuntarily, as if she was a puppet whose entire range of movement was controlled through his cock alone. He finished after what felt like ages, and she was left limp on his lap, full to spilling with his seed that would serve to continue the paradise she had found on Tu’Fal. As his ever-strong arms slipped her under the comforter he had bought just for her, she felt herself sinking into the plush majesty of her new home, fitting right in with her destiny, satisfied as the mother of a species in her own right. As she drifted off to sleep, eager to wake the next day in the bliss that had now become her everyday life, she realized exactly why Tu’Fallians mated for life, and found herself wishing that her first child would be a son.
THE END
HEARTLESS CHAMP
Chapter 1
“This can’t be happening…not again. I can’t believe that I have fallen for the same god damn line from a different man. He seemed so sincere, but in the end he was just like all the rest. I just wish that I had some kind of instinct or someone whispering into my ear that what I’m doing is wrong. Sheridan is a name that I curse.” Tamara Billings had always believed that she was strong and independent, but this guy had gotten underneath her skin. She wasn’t necessarily attracted to white boys, but this one seemed to stand out from the rest.
“I’ve been trying to warn you from the moment that you started to date him that his interest was mostly physical. Guys will do practically anything and say anything to get someone into bed. It’s the ones that are confident that think that they have some sort of license in seduction that ruins it for those good ones that sit at home watching television on a Saturday night. You need to dust yourself off and be ready for a real romance and not some playboy.” Shana was that unassuming five foot nothing young lady of 20 years old. She had a compact and petite body that made it easy for her to slip in and out of the shadows without being noticed. She hid her natural beauty with a pair of glasses that made her look like she was a little too intellectual for her own good. “I’ve been trying for the last year to get her to see that some guys are just not worth it. They claim to be one thing and then they shed that layer of skin for someone that is ready to show their true intentions. I had a few disastrous relationships, but thankfully I was able to see past my mistake and learn from it.”
“I know that you’re a little bit more selective in who you go out with. I’ve seen you in action. I had to literally shake my head that you were able to push aside Nicholas. You can’t say that he’s not easy on the eyes.” Tamara was that ballsy young woman with a bit of experience on what it took to attract a man. She was in the same human behavioral class as Shana, but those lessons had never stuck the way that they did for Shana. “I think I put myself out there too much and maybe it’s time that I take a step back for a moment. I can’t say that the sex wasn’t good with Sheridan, but he seemed to be there and not there at the same time. I can’t really explain and you’d have to be there to know what I’m talking about.” Tamara had frizzy black hair and the kind of complex that was made for a man’s pleasure. She’d even dabbled with a couple of girls and had her eyes set on Shana knowing full well that Shana was never going to drop her defenses long enough to let her in.
“You have everything going for you and yet you still insist on going after the guy that gives you the most attention. That has always been a mistake and one that we never seem to consider after everything is said and done.” They were in their dorm room getting ready for finals and were barely wearing much of anything. “You’re this fantastic black goddess and you don’t need to be treated like that. What you have done is mistaken their attention for actual interest in what you have to say. I know all about Sheridan and it sickens me that he’s able play the cute card.” “I see her sitting there in her blue panties and I have to admit that there’s a reason why guys gravitate towards her. Those breasts are magnificent mountains and ones that men everywhere would crawl over broken glass to even touch them. It was like she was carrying a beacon to draw them to her and they were all natural like my own. I don’t have balloons on my chest and I often wonder why she wouldn’t want to have them reduced in size. I was happy with the mouthful that would be considered by most grapefruits.”
Shana had learned from her mother what not to do in a relationship. Her mother was not exactly the one man kind of woman and that was never more obvious than when she came home in the middle of the day to see her fucking the neighbor kid next door. She watched spellbound as that young Adonis with the ass that just wouldn’t quit was pounding her over the washing machine. The vibrations were causing an extra stimulant that wasn’t there in the bedroom.
“I sometimes wish that I could be more like you. Everything that we go through in life makes us either stronger or weaker for it. I will not give Sheridan or any man the satisfaction of wallowing in self pity or digging a spoon into the last of the ice cream in the freezer. I will stand strong and I will forsake any man that even steps up to me. The next one is going to get a verbal tongue lashing like he’s never going to forget. That guy will go away from that experience knowing that a woman is more than just the sum of her body parts.” Tamara sat down with her headphones on in the Lotus position.
“There are some good ones and what we forget is that these guys that make a play for us are not serious about anything more than a one night stand. We judge their gender by that one. I’m not saying that the package isn’t pretty, but sometimes opening up that package is only going to cause more harm than good.” “If I can teach her the basic art of selective thinking then maybe she will stand a chance with her heart opened once more. I call it selective thinking, because it’s all about perception and reading between the lines instead of just judging a man by the cover. The classes that I have been taking to be a criminal psychologist have been an eye opening experience. I’ve learned so much and now I know that most guys can’t be trusted as far as they can be thrown.” Shana had on a pair of virginal white panties, but they were not the kind that grandma wore. These were a frilly pair that was comfortable and made her feel sexy.
Tamara kept looking from time to time to see her move in a certain way. She had this hunger for just the briefest taste of her sweetest delights. She would never act on those feelings and their friendship meant more than those awkward silences after the deed was done. Perhaps, if they didn’t live together that wouldn’t be an issue. She considered their friendship to be above reproach.
“I know that your family was not exactly all that it was cracked up to be. Your father was pretty much pussy whipped and your mother knew that she could do practically anything behind his back and he wouldn’t do anything about it. He felt like he was the luckiest man on earth. It’s
not nice when one of your parents don’t exactly measure up to the hero worship that you had when you were little. I will say that it’s about time that your father got his head out of his ass. The divorce isn’t even final and by your own admission, he has taken to a 40 year midlife crisis.” Tamara’s own father was a deadbeat washed out musician that died in a gutter with a needle in his arm. Her mother was in jail and how she was reasonably sane was still a mystery.
Shana was breezing through the material in the text book. She had found that with a subject that she was truly passionate about that it wasn’t like she was working all that hard to get good grades. The subject matter of human behavior had become a growing obsession. This was a mandatory class and one that she was happy to jump out of bed early in the morning to attend. She wasn’t much for waking at the crack of dawn, but this class was worth the sacrifice.
“I don’t know about you, but I think that this exam is going to be a cakewalk for me. I know this stuff inside and out. When I’m not learning in class, I’m taking to the Internet to go that extra step. I want to know how a person’s mind comes up with the most insane ideas. I want to know what a serial killer is thinking and why they feel compelled to continue going down that dangerous road.” “I would love one guy that was truly on the level, but they are a rare breed. They hide in plain sight and rarely venture that far off the sidewalk because they have fear of rejection. I probably wouldn’t make a good man. I would be too afraid to ask a girl out and thankfully that position went to the opposite sex.”
Tamara really couldn’t concentrate not with the way that Shana was parading her body around the room like a storm onto herself. She could never sit still. To get a brief glimpse of her flesh and the way that those white panties had snuck up to wedge into the crack of her ass and cleft of her pussy was causing her to want to turn out the lights and let her fingers bring about the satisfaction that she couldn’t get any other way. She had decided that men were now off limits and that Sheridan had turned her into a lesbian. It was only going to be an experimental part of her learning process in university. North Carolina had the kind of atmosphere that brought out the crazies during a full moon. They actually heard howling from on top of the roof by those that were adventurous enough to join what was considered the wolf club.
