by Juno Wells
My mother met me at the end of the aisle and kissed me on the forehead, then moved to the side opposite my father and knelt down. Only August and a very old wolf-man, who had fur for sideburns which extended down his cheeks, stood with me. August and I proceeded to tie a knot around our joined hands. Then he dipped his finger in the red paint and made a mark on my forehead. I returned the gesture. Then the wolf-man gave the word, “You may now kiss the bride.” And August obliged enthusiastically.
The celebration that followed was loud and colorful, with music playing and everyone dancing, joining hands and encircling the bride and groom and many other festivities. August took me up to the balcony where he had proposed to me, and we watched as the sun set, illuminating the moons and fireworks as they went off on the far mountain, blowing up in great circles and hearts and patterns.
I turned to him. “Can we live here?”
He smiled. “Of course we can.”
“What about your father?” I asked him.
“I am married, and I can produce heirs. In the meantime, he’ll have to stay alive. He’s happy for me, he is. He’s flying here to meet your father, but he couldn’t make the wedding. Something business related.”
“Rude,” I teased, but I didn’t mind.
He laughed and pulled me in, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and devouring my lips in a kiss. I responded with enthusiasm as literal fireworks went off in the distance. My husband. Mmm, that felt so good to call him that.
“Let’s go upstairs, my husband,” I whispered.
He whisked me off my feet and carried me up to our own private wing of the manor. Inside, he set me down, and I pulled his shirt over his head, his rippling chest exposed, and I ran my hands over his body, feeling his warmth. He leaned forward and kissed me again.
“Turn around so I can take my wife’s dress off,” he said.
I turned, and he kissed my neck and exposed shoulders, unzipping my dress and pulling it down. I wore no underwear.
He made a noise of satisfaction at seeing my naked body. I looked over my shoulder at him. “A little wedding gift,” I said in a sultry voice.
He kissed down my back, and I could hear him drop to his knees. His hands caressed my sides and then squeezed my ass. He ran one hand between my legs, and I opened them more, allowing him entry. With two fingers he felt my wetness, moving his fingers back and forth on my lips but not going in. A shudder ran through my body.
He turned me around to face him, his head perfectly placed. He kissed up my thighs, sending little sparks flying through me, excitement mounting. He lowered his head and opened my wetness with his fingers, his tongue tasting me.
I moaned. He wrapped his arms around me and gripped my legs, moving them to either side of his head, licking me all the while. He stood up and placed me against the wall, on his shoulders. I attempted to grab onto the wooden wall beams for support as he ravaged my body, squeezing my ass as his tongue moved around and around. I cried out, “Yes, August! Take me now!”
I couldn’t stand it; I had to have him, but he didn’t obey. He licked harder, more vigorously, and I screamed.
He moved then, letting me fall and catching me, swinging me to his front and bringing me over the edge of the bed.
He undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. I drank in his figure, perfectly toned abs and a V-line, his metallic parts of his arm and leg, light chest hair leading down to a light bush.
“Please,” I begged.
He dropped to his knees again and licked me one last time. My head fell back as I moaned, the pleasure overtaking me.
He came up and worked himself into me, and I gladly opened my legs wide. He went in, fully, all the way to the hilt. He moaned and smiled, his green eye glittering beside his warm brown, both filled with love and lust
My husband, the man who set me free. All mine.
He thrust forward, and I cried out. He leaned forward and grabbed my breasts, moving them around in circles. “My Aurora, my wife,” he moaned.
“That’s right,” I said, responding by moving my hips up and down.
He moved his hands over my body, feeling my smooth skin as he thrust in and out.
He grabbed my ass and held me close against him as he pushed in as far as he could, letting out a moan.
I got an idea and pushed him back, still with him inside me. I flipped over onto my stomach and got on my hands and knees.
He gripped my hips with his hands. Oh, he was so sexy. I wanted him to fill me as he had filled my soul. Put a baby in me.
He pounded me, the sound of our bodies smacking together reverberating off the walls as I cried out again and again, and he moaned. He reached around and took my nipples in his hands, pulling them and moving them around in a circle.
“Yes!” I cried.
He pushed into me, harder and deeper and faster.
The orgasm was hitting me, and I screamed. He held my hips against him as his seed released inside me, pushing a few more times.
He lay beside me, panting. But I was hungry. I wanted more.
I moved onto him, wrapping one leg over him and pressing my chest into his arm as I kissed his neck and cheek. He smiled.
“Is my wife ready for more?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Only if my husband is,” I whispered back, relishing him calling me “wife.” It made me feel strong. “A year apart really makes me feel the need for you.”
“A year? I feel like it’s been a lifetime. A whole lifetime of looking for you without knowing it and then, bam, I crash into your moon. Only to fall for you and be parted again.” He stared with such an intensity it made my heart pound harder.
“Well, we’re together now,” I said, and brought my lips to meet his, our tongues dancing around each other.
I moved my hand down to grip his shaft and began to stroke. He hardened in seconds, big and still wet from my fluids.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
I swung my leg over and worked him into me. He let out a small moan of satisfaction.
I moved my body in a wave and he watched, his hands at my hips.
I never looked away from him, smiling as his expression changed, pleasure after pleasure hitting him.
He caressed my sides and my thighs as I felt his chest with my hands, and he moved up to my breasts, squeezing them.
I lifted up my hips so only a little of him was still inside, and then I dropped down, letting him smash into me. He groaned louder.
I liked having this power over him.
I smiled and rode him harder and harder, faster and faster, and that feeling of orgasmic relief screamed. I widened my legs as far as they would go, letting him in deeper, and I grinded, maintaining rhythm.
His mouth was open in an O. He looked like he was on the brink.
The orgasm hit and I writhed on top of him, crying out, and that finished him. He thrust upwards several times, sending new waves of the orgasm through my body.
I lay on his chest, exhausted but satisfied more than words can say, with my husband still inside me. He kissed my cheek tenderly, his hands on my ass.
“I love you so much,” he said.
“And I love you more,” I said into his neck where I rested my head.
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August had made up with his father, who’d flown in from his planet, Sevion, and demanded to meet the bride immediately, raging at August for getting married without him, though his mother reasoned that at least he’d gotten married at all. When his father saw me, all anger dissipated off his face, and he beamed.
“Daughter!” he boomed, jaunting over and embracing me in a squeeze.
He looked me up and down. “You’re all flesh, girl! August, this one’s got no sparks!” If his belly hadn’t been bouncing from his chuckles, I would’ve worried.
August’s father was round in the belly with a deep and booming voice, dressed regally and had a well groomed mustache, with faintly glowing skin. His right arm was fully bionic and
metal, right down to the fingertips.
“Are they gonna be all right?” I whispered as his father approached mine, the two of them shaking hands.
“My father isn’t terrible, just a little over-tempered at times,” he whispered back, a little smile playing around his lips.
“Oh great,” I said, sarcasm coloring my words.
Our parents had a glorious argument; we could hear it from the next room. August’s father, of course, wanted him to come back to his planet and take over. My father maintained that we, August and I, wished to stay here. It was finally settled when both my mother and August’s mother Leanna, a red-haired woman with metal shoulders and collar area, intervened.
August’s father left, pleased but looking a little harassed.
“Don’t worry! I’ll keep him safe,” I called after him on the day he was leaving.
August looking at me, smiling sardonically. “You’ll keep me safe?”
I blushed, smiling. “Shut up. I can protect you too.”
“Oh of course you can,” he said, kissing me on the nose. “You keep my heart and soul safe.”
I melted.
Not long after that, I noticed something had changed. I looked in the mirror, not sure what it was. I walked down to the doctor wing that I had helped program since I got here. Flora, August’s trusted friend, medic and sometimes ass-kicker, was our doctor.
I came up a little while later, my skin tingling and feeling elated.
“August…” I found him overlooking the mountains in our room from the window.
He turned and smiled at me and then looked a little closer into my face. “What?”
“I’m pregnant,” I whispered. His eyes widened as a smile grew on his face, going from ear to ear.
“Oh my god!” he cried and picked me up and spun me around.
“We’re going to be parents!” I yelled, a tsunami of happiness overcoming me from the inside and feeling like it burst out.
He set me down, kissing me through his ear-to-ear smile.
This was all I needed in my life. All I’d ever hoped and wished for. And I was all he wanted in his, all he ever dreamed of.
We were free.
ϔ The end ϔ
