by Lauren Wood
“If you are serious, then we will undertake the ritual today, in the eyes of the public and in the eyes of my genetic code, what my species is. Will you have that?”
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 mem
ber 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
SEDUCING COWBOY
Chapter 1
“I will not have any daughter of mine acting like this. You have embarrassed me for the last time and if you’re not careful, I might even consider sending you to live with your uncle in the backwaters of Alabama. Don’t think for a second that I’m kidding. As long as you live underneath my roof there will be rules that have to be followed. You may not be mine by blood, but you were given to me despite my misgivings. Your mother entrusted me to look after you, but it’s starting to feel like a burden.” A year had gone by since Lynn’s mother died mysteriously during a boating accident. From that moment on, Lynn had the penchant for getting into trouble with just about anybody that was willing to play on the other side of the legal fence.
“Just say what’s on your mind, Helen. You never wanted me in the first place and I do not see any reason why we have to continue playing this game. I’m 19 and I’m going to college in the fall. You may think that you have all the power, but all I need to do is get a job and then I can leave you in my rearview mirror. I hate you and you treat me like I’m a child who can’t live without you being under foot. I am my mother’s daughter and we both have the same temperament and stubborn streak.” I know that we’re going to say something that we’re going to regret. I’ve never wanted to be here. I can’t even dare to call her mother and I fight every instinct that I have to get close to her. One year and it has already felt like an eternity. I know that she’s trying, but the only thing that she’s doing is making it very clear that I can’t be here for very much longer.
“I don’t know how you can talk to me like this after everything that I’ve done for you. I wake up in the middle of the night to find you missing more often than not. I have no idea if you’re dying in a ditch or shacking up with some of your so-called friends. You may not be innocent, but at least you have kept your purity intact.” They both looked at each other in shock. It became readily known that Helen had been snooping into her diary. This was the last straw and the silence that followed that declaration was not for the faint of heart. The tension in the air was thick and you could see that they both had reached their breaking point.
“I can’t believe that you invaded my personal space by reading my private thoughts. I thought that I could at least trust you to stay out of my business. I don’t know how many times I’ve told you and made it abundantly clear that I don’t need you interfering. I can live my life with or without you.” They were in the car on the way to church and had just arrived when this big major blow out had occurred. Casting daggers at one another walking across the parking lot in their Sunday best did not go unnoticed by those that knew them very well.
There were mumbles of dissent amongst the congregation. Nobody dared stand up and say something, but everybody had their own opinion that they were keeping to themselves.
Deacon James took center stage and felt that there was something in the air. Everybody looked nervous and shifted in their seats like they didn’t want to be there. He looked around for the source and the animosity that was coming off of both Helen and Lynn wasn’t exactly hard to see. They were not hiding their emotions and being a man of the cloth, he decided that he would shine a light down upon them from where he stood at the front of the church.
“I see that we have something to deal with before I begin my sermon. I told all of you that I would not condone bringing your private life in beyond those doors. If you do, then you can expect me to involve the entire congregation. Lynn and Helen have some issues to deal with and we are going to help them find their way back into the light. Show them some encouragement. I’m sure that it’s not insurmountable like the boulder that was pushed up the hill.” Deacon James was bald and the light from above was shining on his head like his own personal halo. Being a good Texan, he understood that there were always squabbles, but all could be forgiven.
A couple of people started to clap and then the rest followed like the sheep that they were. Before long there was a chorus that had both Lynn and Helen looking around to find that they were now the center of attention.
“I am not going up there with you and there’s nothing and no one that is going to make me. You do whatever the hell you want, Helen but don’t expect me to play along with this charade. We will never be a happy household and I feel that you have violated my trust. I don’t know if that can ever be fixed. This has gone too far. It might be time that we cut ties and walk away. I don’t want to hate you and I try to get along for the sake of my mother. I really don’t know what she was thinking when she thought that you and I could work. I would be better off going my own way.” “I see the way that everybody is looking at me, but not even their influence is going to force me to stand up and be noticed. I don’t want this attention. If they don’t want me to scream, then they better stop looking at me like that. I can see in Helen’s eyes that she’s thinking about airing our dirty laundry for all the neighbors to hear. I’m sure that most of it has been spoken in hushed tones. Nothing goes on around here that the others don’t find out about eventually. I think it has a lot to do with Deacon James’s need to make everybody happy.
“They only want to help, Lynn. I don’t see any reason why we can’t let them in. In times of great trials we must always stand together. Life is about changes and nothing stays the same. I’ve done my best to guide you with a helping hand, but you have been resistant every step of the way. I can’t deal with this on my own anymore.” Helen had seen a premature graying of her hair in the last year and the stress of dealing with a woman that was still grieving after all this time was weighing heavily on her shoulders. “I need to do this for my own sanity and you can stay there and sit and listen, but you will not leave here for any reason whatsoever.” Helen could see that her arms were across defiantly and she was basically stewing in her own juices.
Smoothing down her black skirt, she got up and faced the judgment of those that thought that they could be of any help. She felt scrutinized and for a girl that stayed to herself she had learned an inexplicable lesson that teenagers were hard to live with at the best of times. Helen’s cheeks were a rosy hue from the embarrassment of being called out like this. Taking a deep breath, she realized that the only way to get through this was with one breath.
“I see that somebody is being stubborn. No matter, I’m sure that once Helen speaks that Lynn will feel compelled to make some kind statement. Let’s give Helen a warm welcome and hope that the words within the pages of the bible will help her to lay rest to whatever this issue might be.” Deacon James considered himself to be a confidant to many. He had heard his fair share of sin and confessions. Some of them were not suitable for those of an impressionable age. “The only way to get through this is to give it a voice. Forgiveness is an amazing tool and one that is vastly underutilized in my opinion. Helen, tell us what has caused this rift between you and Lynn. We all know the back story. I’m sure that Lynn is still feeling the loss of her mother. That woman was considered a saint amongst all of us.” There was a silent bow from those sitting on the benches and from Deacon James himself.
Lynn’s mother Kate had dedicated her time to those that needed her the most. She volunteered her services, even though she had a fulltime job running a small deli shop. That shop was destined to go to Lynn, but she found herself rebelling against it and in turn the shop was turned over to those with deep pockets. Kate was the exact opposite of her daughter. Kate was dark haired with a generous height of over 5’10 and 150 pounds. Lynn had taken the traits of her blonde blue eyed father Henry who died just after she was born. This was the type of loss that was crushing her very soul and keeping her from moving forward.
