Married to the Alien Doctor: Renascence Alliance Series Book 2

by Alma Nilsson

  Ket, Kio, Dera and Hez all smiled at that, as the other telepaths in the room, and Ket obeyed.

  He began licking her clitoris with the gentlest and lightest strokes of his tongue and she leaned back and said, “Yes, oh gods yes Ket.”

  When she was close to climax, he put two fingers inside of her dripping vagina and began stroking her there, in and out, slowly while he worked his tongue in intervals on her clitoris. It was not long before she was coming. He removed his fingers then and kissed her so lightly on her vulva afterwards she thought she really might die of pleasure.

  Their minds intermixing, she said to him telepathically, It does feel like the first time. Is this a trick of the tattoo?

  Ket still stroked her fur and answered, I don’t think it’s a trick. I’ll explain the science behind it later, but technically, the binding tattoos have changed our bodies, so in a way it is the first time.

  Ket tenderly picked her up, laid her further back on the bed and laid next to her. She leaned over to him and began kissing his body everywhere beginning with his lips down to his toes, she tried to take his penis in her mouth again, but he stopped her.

  Ket smiled when she tried to take his sex into her mouth again, it was somewhat adorable that she kept trying to suck his penis. He brought her up to him and kissed her passionate as he laid her under him, “My exotic human Wife, are you ready now?”

  Dru was looking up into Ket’s grey eyes, brimming with desire. She could see into his mind and feel his arousal. His pride at having her as his wife and consummating this marriage. The desire to plunge into her and the fear they wouldn’t set the binding tattoos as he would come too soon. “Go slowly, Husband, even your fingers felt tight.”

  He gave her a half smile, “I know, that’s why I’m worried.”

  “I have my own fingers,” she whispered in his ear.

  He began to find the entrance to her vagina with his fingers and place the top of his penis at her entrance, then he whispered back, as he began sliding into her, “Hopefully, it won’t come to that, but gods, you feel so good. So warm, wet and so tight.”

  Dru could feel what was going on and she felt like it was the first time she was having sex too. He was so big and the ridges, they rubbed her in all the right places, but she could feel that he was closer than she was to coming after a couple slow thrusts. She then decided to take matters into her own hands. Literally. She reached a hand between them and began rubbing her clit. “Wait,” she said on a loop. She didn’t even care what everyone else in the room thought, they needed to do this together.

  Ket continued to slowly move in and out of her as her breathing increased and she became flushed, he reached down and touched one of her pink cheeks, the same color as her nipples. He knew she was close to coming again. He increased his speed, “Wait for me, now” as he focused on them both. Their minds and bodies fully intertwining.

  Dru became so lost in her own orgasm, or their orgasm, she saw black. There was nothing for her but sensation. The sensation of her sex still throbbing with the aftershocks of the most amazing orgasm and sexual experience of her life and the feeling of Ket with her. Their minds had not even fully separated. She could feel him and suspected he could feel her. They just lay together still connected for a couple minutes, mentally and physically, wonderfully spent. The room and everything faded, and it was just the two of them in bliss and it seemed to go on for several minutes. When they both came to, their witnesses were in a bit of a shock.

  Kara spoke first, “If that’s from the binding tattoos then we should all take them.”

  Dera laughed, “It’s the binding tattoos and the telepathy. Telepaths have sex with their minds too.”

  Kara looked at Dera skeptically, then picked up the half empty champagne bottle and her glass and said, “Blessed be the gods you are married. I have witnessed it. May the gods bring you many daughters and happiness.” Then she left.

  The rest of the witnesses followed suit wishing them well and then leaving the room.

  “Is there anything else that is going to happen, or can I relax now?”

  “You can relax now. I thought someone would have told you about the consummation of the marriage with witnesses.”

  “No. I guess everyone thought someone else did.”

  “I hope it was not too traumatizing.”

  “The people, I know the best, watching me have sex with you? If I was still on Earth this would be very traumatizing, but in this situation, I know you all think this is normal, so I’m trying to remind myself of that.”

  “In the future, I’ll try and warn you of things that you might find strange, but it’s difficult because everything seems so natural to me. I’ve never lived in another culture and so it’s difficult to know what others find strange about my own, but I guess, I’ll know in a couple of years almost everything humans find strange about the Alliance.”

  “Thank you,” she said a bit charmed he even acknowledged that she might find some of his culture strange now and that she just wouldn’t take to it as it must be the best way to do things in the galaxy, easily throwing off her human ways. “It is both fascinating and frightening to experience a new culture. It makes me feel like I am really living all the time. As if everything is more real than it was on Earth. It’s difficult to explain and I don’t really want to try,” she couldn’t help herself then and began to kiss him. Soon they were making out and she tried again to take his penis into her mouth, and he pulled her away. “Why won’t you let me pleasure you that way?”

  “It goes against the gods until you are with child. I’m sure I have told you that before.”

  “How do you know that I’m not pregnant already?” she asked playfully and tried to move down again.

  “No, Drusilla,” he said firmly but gently. “You know about our beliefs and laws. Don’t flaunt the gods’ decrees.”

  “We flaunt them all the time. We had sex before we were married how many times?”

  “Speaking of which, we have penance to pay for that.”

  “Fines?”

  “Worse.”

  “What’s worse?”

  “Punishment at the Grand City Temple at the High Priestess’s discretion.”

  “Oh,” Dru said a bit terrified. “Publically?”

  “Thank the gods no, but it won’t be pleasant.”

  “When?”

  “Tomorrow, but let’s not think about that until the morning,” he said and then took a nipple into his mouth.

  They made love again and then he suggested that they walk to their home and sleep there as he didn’t want to sleep under the goddess of fertility.

  She enthusiastically agreed. As they made the 15-minute walk to their home, Dru felt so at home with Ket at her side and the foreign stars and two nearby planets in the sky. All felt right in the galaxy.

  Dru woke up in a bed that would be hers for the rest of her life. It was large and comfortable. Next to her lay Ket who was still sleeping. Dru moved closer to him and he instinctually put his arm around her and cradled her against his large muscular body. She wasn’t tired but just closed her eyes and reveled in being as free as she could be in this new second life she had in the Alliance.

  It wasn’t long before an alarm went off, “Praise the gods, Ket and James, the time is six o’clock you have a punishment scheduled with the High Priestess at ten o’clock, may the gods light your path.”

  Ket kissed the back of Drusilla’s neck and said, “We have to get up.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “We have to do this so we can go on our honeymoon at the resort and then we’ll have a month to just lie in bed.”

  When she didn’t move, he got out of bed himself and picked her up and carried her to the bathroom with him.

  “Don’t take me in the shower with you, it’ll be too cold. Put me down.” She was squirming and trying to escape his arms with all her strength. The last thing she wanted was to go into the cold water.

  “Next time
you will get up when I say so. It’s a 4th day today. Shower on.”

  Dru felt ice cold water pour over her and Ket and she screamed, “It’s too cold! Let me out!”

  He smiled and tightened his grip on her, “No little tabi. You can’t be so lazy in the morning.”

  She tried to get away, but it was futile he was too strong. She let the cold water fall over her hoping it would end soon. When the dryer came on to dry them with lukewarm air her teeth were still chattering from the cold and then he let her go. She ran into their bedroom looking for the wardrobe. “Where are my clothes?” She had been in the house many times with Zol, as things were organized and decorated, but she couldn’t remember where her wardrobe was, she knew it was one of these rooms.

  Ket came into the room, took her hand and led her into an adjacent room that was filled with fine Alliance dresses, none of which she had ever seen before. “Here are your clothes.”

  “Did you buy these for me?” Dru was so overwhelmed by the large walk-in wardrobe which was basically another room filled with things only for her she momentarily forgot that she was freezing cold.

  “Inadvertently. I wanted you to have clothes befitting your rank now. I knew you wouldn’t buy any for yourself as you think all our clothing is terrible, as it’s machine made, I have read your thoughts. So, Dera picked these all out. I hope you won’t disappoint her?” he asked rhetorically and Dru smiled at him. He pointed out a section, “These are for work, these are for friends and family, and these are formal.” Then he opened a secret closet and said, “And here is all of your human clothing. Frank suggested some things and I bought them under your account so neither of us would be punished. He said he would be happy to exchange them for other things if they weren’t right.”

  Dru stood in front of the secret closet with the Earth clothes in it. There were sets of the silk pajamas that she had admired every time she had been in his shop. She ran her hands down one of the soft silk robes, “These are so nice Ket. Thank you.” Then she went through a drawer filled with underwear and bras. Next she looked through the selection of human formal dresses and looked back at him, “Would you allow me to wear these?”

  “As long as I’m with you or we agree on when. I don’t want you to give up all of your humanity Drusilla. Unlike other Alliance men, I’m not ashamed that you are human.”

  “Even though, we are voted the best party place every year?”

  He smiled and took her in his arms, “Even with that award, because people can see, especially with you, that humans are more than just beautiful and fun. And it’s good to remind people that you are human too.”

  She put her hands in his long loose hair, “I could be a lot of fun now though.”

  He kissed her and then set her down, “No, we don’t have time for that. Let me show you the rest.” He took her to another area of her large wardrobe and showed her all her jewelry. All of his known jewelry and many pieces he had bought from the Earth Store.

  “They are all so beautiful Ket,” she said admiring now what was hers. She touched one bracelet which was made of gold from Earth, “Thank you for incorporating human made jewelry too.”

  “I don’t want you or anyone to forget where you came from. This is how it’s meant to be, Wife.”

  Ket’s words resonated with Dru. She felt a chill as she was reminded of the picture Madame Bai had taken of all of them on their first day in the Alliance and her same message. Dru looked at herself naked in the full-length mirror in the wardrobe and thought, And I’ve come a long way, taking in her naked body, save for her marriage bracelet, nipple piercings and two tattoos, one forever binding her to Ket and the other making her loyal to Kara. She had become in some ways, what she would have imagined her worst fear would have been from a year ago, bowing down to the Alliance and grateful for what they had given to her, but she thought, If all of the world is slavery, that all of our destinies are set by the gods of some kind, then this cage is better than most and I’ll be grateful for it. I’m no longer that young woman, naïve of the galaxy, naïve of the physical pleasures of life.

  Ket came up from behind her, naked and put a dress over her head. Then he put on her day stockings and took some jewelry from the wall. The first one he put on was her new ID necklace, it carried the Imperial Seal just as the House Zu one had, but this one also had the medical symbol on it and said House Vo, “I’ve been waiting to see you with this one for a long time. I’m only sorry it has to say ‘James’ instead of ‘Drusilla’ as Captain Kara had the audacity to change your name. But you will always be my Drusilla.”

  Dru looked at herself in the mirror again, watching Ket place more and more jewelry on her. She would let him have this today, because it was his day, a 4th day and that was the compromise. But she knew on all the other days she would not wear so much jewelry.

  When Ket was satisfied with her appearance he kissed her chastely, “Now you look like my wife. I know you think this is a lot but on every 4th day I would like you to look like this. For me.” He stepped to the side so only her refection was in the mirror, “Mirror, capture image. Send image to my IC. Now, let me get dressed quickly and then we will go downstairs together.”

  Ket went to his own wardrobe and put on his usual uniform as men always wore their uniforms. As they walked through the house to the dining room, where the morning meal would be waiting, Ket commented on the house, “You did a good job decorating the house.”

  I had some help as you know, she told him, but said out loud, “Thank you.” Zol had done an excellent job blending both Alliance and human culture in their home, complete with a wine cellar and a green house. In the dining room there was a large stone Alliance table but on the walls were ancient still life paintings of Earth food intermixed with their House banners. Their drawing room also had a large modern painting of an artist’s rendition of a map of the different areas of Earth featuring the Exterior. Dru had a knee jerk reaction when she saw it. First because maps usually never mentioned the Exterior, it was just an unidentified grey area and second, because she didn’t know if she was ready to claim the Exterior as home, or even if she could publically be allowed to do so, without some legal repercussions. She mentioned these worries to Zol when she had first seen the painting and Zol had reassured her, ‘Drusilla, you’re a part of the strongest Empire in the galaxy. No human can touch you now. You should celebrate where you came from, that’s what the gods intended and what led you to us. There is no shame in destiny. You must embrace it all, no matter how painful some of it might be.’ And so Dru was trying to begin a relationship with her past, her childhood, but it wasn’t easy. Every time she looked at the picture, she was reminded of so many things she had kept buried for so long. She wondered if she would ever be at peace with the painting and her past, but she didn’t want the painting moved to an unused room or removed completely. She decided to keep it on full display in the drawing room, as a reminder to herself to continue moving forward, and a measure of how far she had come. It was not easy, but a part of her was done hiding who she was. And an even smaller part of her wondered if this were truly her destiny, to live in a religious world, be a respected Alliance citizen, and a married woman. A year ago, she would have wanted none of these things, but now she was ready to step up to these new challenges, even though she was also prepared for more suffering. All this privilege came at a cost. She knew that from the spirits on Earth and now from these Alliance gods, nothing was given freely.

  After the morning meal, they went to the Grand City Temple and found the High Priestess in her personal shrine. She looked at them both and then asked them to follow her. She summoned some of her nuns to help her with the punishment.

  The High Priestess took her place at the front of the small shrine and asked Dru and Ket to come and kneel before her. Then she came down and touched Dru’s head, “Child, which name would you liked to be called? Drusilla or James?”

  “Drusilla,” Dru answered.

  “Good,” the High Prie
stess said returning to her place at the front of the shrine, Drusilla and Ket kneeling before her. “Let the gods grant mercy on these young people. Drusilla and Ket of House Vo did go against our gods and give into their physical desires as an exalted slave recorded. Now they will be brought salvation in these next hours.” The High Priestess lit two candles and handed one to Ket and one to Drusilla. Then she began chanting a prayer, “Grant mercy upon these sinners, Drusilla and Ket.” The nuns repeated the chant in the back, and it was repeated over and over again for about an hour.

  Dru couldn’t feel her knees anymore from kneeling so long on the cold stone floor but she knew they couldn’t move, and her hands were burned from the candle wax that dripped on them. She kept wondering if this was the punishment or if there was going to be something more. She could see blood stains all over the floor from past punishments and she realized as well, frighteningly, there were implements of torture on the walls of the shrine. She hoped that this kneeling would be the extent of their punishment.

  Ket’s knees ached and his hands were burned. He hated this part, the waiting. He knew the High Priestess would have something terrible in mind for them both otherwise she would not have called in the nuns to help. He wanted to reach out to Dru mentally but there was a block inside the shrine so that telepaths could not influence the High Priestess.

  When the chanting finished the High Priestess took a whip from the wall and demanded, “Sinners look at me. You defied the gods’ decree and had sex with witnesses before you exchanged wedding vows. The gods now demand their due in blood and pain. Will you give it?”

  “Yes, I, Ket of House Vo, give it,” Ket said and then looked at Drusilla expectantly.

  Dru realized they were all waiting for her after a long minute of silence, “Yes, I, Drusilla of House Vo, give it.” She looked at the whip and her knees no longer hurt. She would stay on her knees all day if it meant not being whipped.

  Ket looked at the whip and thought, Well, it could be worse. Much worse.