by Rie Warren
“How am I alive?” Prairie let the furs slide down, baring the rapidly fading scar on her breast.
“Well, remember my super-cum?”
“I knew it!” she shouted then winced as pain gripped her.
“Easy now.” Bracing her against my shoulder, I eased her against my chest. “Also an injection of an elixir made from the unix blood.”
“No way. So I’m part unix now? Cool.”
Burying my face against her hair, I breathed in her scent. “I love you, Prairie. Promise me you’ll always stay safe even if it’s not with me.”
One giant sob caught in my throat, threatening to rip free, and I gathered Prairie in my arms.
“I’m sorry, X.” Her cheek rubbed against my neck where I felt her tears.
“Why?” I tipped her chin up.
“I didn’t win the fight for you.”
My lips met hers, gently at first then more fiercely. “You only needed to meet the challenge, brave woman.”
Sitting up slowly, Prairie laced our fingers together. The nerezeen jewel on her necklace pulsed with life.
She stared into my eyes, into my soul. And quietly, so, so seriously, she spoke the words I’d given her when I’d professed my love in Zenithian. “X, taw Ze stas verst Idris Neoas. Leere net sed zem, meehra.”
X, what I feel for you is more vast than the Idris Sea. There’ll be no one else for me, beloved.
The moment her words fell over me, the markings on my chest transformed to their final shape. The infinity circle connected. Our love complete.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Prairie
“I WANT TO fuck your ass tonight, meehri.” X’s guttural growl shivered all along my skin, inside and out.
I moaned, stretching beneath his hands.
Both of us naked, he oiled my body . . . it was like the first anointment, but this daily massage at his large hands was part of my therapeutic healing from the arrow that’d almost ended my life.
Therapeutic healing? Yeah, right. My man just couldn’t get enough of me, and I definitely didn’t complain. And, yep, he spent an inordinate amount of time on my ass.
It was three days after the assassination attempt, my week on Zenithia had ended, but I’d sworn to stay . . . and apparently X had sworn to fuck my ass.
His fingers dug into my butt, and he pulled the cheeks apart. His tongue dipped from the small of my spine into the seam. He parted me wetly, lapping strongly, until my nipples pinged into hot arousal and the only virgin hole on my body reacted to the rough wet rasp of his slick massage.
Let me fuck your ass tonight.
I heard X in my head sometimes when I wasn’t even really sure he’d meant me to or not.
I turned my face, cushioning my neck on my arms as I glanced back at him. “Let me guess. Because you think you’ve stretched me enough, and you already broke out the magic oil?”
His giant shoulders bunching, he slipped his thumbs to the crease between my thighs and ass.
Belly down on the bed, the luxurious furs rubbing my aroused nipples and my wet pussy, I moaned when he lapped one bottom cheek.
One of his fingers—slick with oil—rounded my hole, and I hissed.
“Yes.” His voice reverberated like a sexy chant all along my body. “I want my cock inside you this way.”
The finger rubbed and rubbed then—as soon as I pressed up to meet the teasing digit—sunk inside.
“God! X!” My head craned up, my ass pushed back.
The tight wet sensation of having his thick fingers inside me—one then two—made me see stars.
Even the four suns outside, visible through the balcony doors, paled in comparison to the rush of heat spreading inside my bottom and spiraling through my cunt he leaned down to lick. With my clit treated to his masterful tongue-work, I was wrecked by an orgasm so intense my toes curled, my heart thrummed. I wanted all of him inside me. Anywhere, everywhere he could get.
Please. I want to worship this ass, meehri. My cock’s so hard for you.
“Yes!” I screamed out, creaming on his mouth while he growled against me.
Four thick fingers entered me, the way eased by the oil, which heated me from the inside until nothing mattered but this ravenous all-reaching pleasure he always showed me.
My entire backside must’ve been glistening. I was up on my hands and knees, keening each time he plunged his fingers into my bottom, the sensation insane and intensely naughty. He kept drilling me, scissoring me, opening me while he licked my clit and grunted against my swollen labia.
By the time he pulled his fingers away, my pussy felt full of want, want he eased for a moment when he parted my cunt with the solid thrust of his cock to the hilt.
“Ah, God!” My head lifted and my entire body trembled.
He grabbed hold of my hair, wrenching my neck further, and drove into me again with groans of his own.
Then he left me, quivering, on the cusp of orgasm. I kept wagging my ass around, whimpering for more of the same treatment.
“Stop moving, you little wench, or I’ll explode before I even get inside this ass of yours.” His large hand held me still, then I heard it.
The sound of his big slick fist lubricating oil all along the mighty column of his cock.
I turned my head just enough to watch the teasingly hot sight. His palm rounded the domed tip, a tip so enlarged I began to doubt he’d ever fit inside me.
But I wanted it. Needed it.
X gripped the base in one giant hand and lowered the hefty throbbing stalk until the wet cockhead pointed at my rear end.
When his slickened head nudged against my ring, I gasped.
“Just breathe out.” Low and hoarse, his voice reverberated.
“I know that. I’ve watched the same porns,” I snapped.
A chuckle rose from him, but he gripped my ass tighter.
A moan lifted from my throat, and I arched into his strength.
When he slipped inside that first tight muscle, I bit my bottom lip.
“Easy, meehri.” His hands soothed me, rubbing up and down my back.
Panting, I shook my head, widening my thighs. I wanted to feel his balls beating against my pussy, needed to feel him hooked deep inside me.
X slid deeper, the ingress slow because he gave me only an inch before grinding and pulling out.
He had to have been halfway when I felt full to bursting already. Strummed tight, I couldn’t stop the gasps from my mouth, the twists of my ass.
“You know this would be easier if you had a human-sized dick.” My voice was low and hungry as I willed him into me.
One long meaty stretch later, X held onto my shoulder, his breath hitting my ear. “You wouldn’t like it as much.”
He seated himself fully inside.
Heat scalded everywhere his cock touched, but he didn’t stop there. He reached under to flick my clit, igniting it in an inferno. His hands roved up to grab my tits, the hot points of my nipples dragging against his rough palms. His lips caressed across the back of my neck, shivers erupting in his wake.
Moments later, he pulled out, and my ass clenched like it was begging to be filled.
Take me like this, Prairie. His thought spiraled through me like his cock thrusting into me.
An animal frenzy took over. I crashed back against him, no pain just complete pleasure that zapped me from ass to tits to clit to . . . oh his cock drilling into me. Owning me.
“Oh!” My hands braced, a howling hunger coiled inside me.
I’d never felt so purely owned. So wanting it.
So wanting to lose control.
X growled behind me, and I knew he was watching his cock separate me, thrust into me, send me spinning.
Pushing back, I impaled myself on his cock until he held me by the hips and fucked me all the way down to the furs.
I came quickly then, the soft furs against my front, my mate slamming me from the back. He withdrew, angled my ass higher, then bored the entire thick long length
of his magnificent cock inside me. With a few fierce fast thrusts, he lost it, his cock kicking and swelling even more. Then his cum branded me, the hot searing seed sweltering with each jet he released as his roar shook the palace.
I climaxed again, body held in place as he pinned me beneath him. It was even more intense because I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move.
I’ll never leave him.
His face dropping to my shoulder, he smiled, and I knew he’d heard that thought so I sent him another: smug beast.
X chuckled before very slowly pulling out of me as he continued to hold me still.
I gave a little whimper, wanting him inside me all over again, but he rolled me in his arms. “Did I hurt you?”
“Pfft. I took on RBF. Do you really think you could hurt me?”
His arms tightened around me, and his words whispered through the damp hair on my forehead, “I love you.”
“Obviously. I just let you fuck my ass into oblivion.”
“It’s not oblivion until you stop with the one-liners.”
I popped up, gliding my hands over his hugely muscled chest. “Never gonna happen, meehra.”
I only had to say that one Zenithian endearment and my alien king went all puppy dog on me.
We washed in the grotto later, playfully teasing, before X jumped out. The damn man, alien, whatevs knew as soon as I saw his ass I’d come panting.
Hopping onto the bed where he reclined, I asked, “Speaking of the butt-secks, have you noticed anything about Dex and Jedrek?”
X’s cheeks flushed.
Interesting.
“Spill it.” I pressed against his chest, leaping on top of him.
“I don’t know how much is accurate, and they are two of my most trusted—”
“Yadda yadda. Get on with the story.”
“Last week Jedrek said he was going to fuck Dex.”
“Ooh, juicy. Give me all the deets.”
“That’s all I know.” He shrugged.
“Seriously? You’ve got the whole mind-link thing going on with like everyone and you couldn’t get more details?”
The sexy man lounged back, resting his head on his hands, pecs and biceps bulging. “They can block me too when it comes to personal matters that have no bearing on Zenithian politics.”
“I thought you were all-knowing. Since you’re not actually omniscient that might be a deal breaker.” I flounced next to him, biting down on my growing smile.
“It’s too late to back out now. We have the ceremony tomorrow night.”
Yeah. I’d agreed to be X’s wife, mate, whatever. No brainer really. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be the queen of an entire planet? But really, I loved my alien king more than I’d ever thought possible.
It was still fun messing with X though.
“Is it though? Too late?” I peered up at him from beneath a fringe of eyelashes.
“Prairie.” He let out a low growl.
“Kidding! Besides, I was thinking about making Dylka my maid of honor.”
She’d visited me during my convalescence. Convalescence in Zenithian clearly meant getting fucked nonstop because X barely let me out of bed. Him and his life force.
Dylka had graduated from RBF to BFF status, or at least not my mortal enemy.
“Meehri.” X wrangled me down to the bed, holding me captive with his mouth teasing mine open and his hands roaming all over my body until every last thought fled except for . . . him.
CHAPTER TWENTY
X
AS NIGHT DESCENDED over Zenithia, I waited in the Temple for my queen to appear. Prairie had been whisked away from the royal chambers hours earlier to prepare for the ceremony.
I couldn’t have been happier to finally make her my mate.
And I couldn’t wait to breed her again so she could bear our offspring.
In formal garb, Jedrek, Magnar, and Dex stood just outside the Temple’s obelisks, on guard against any other possible threats to Prairie.
Despite what the assailant had said about there being other traitors, I’d sensed no new danger against her. When I’d entered the Temple earlier, Jedrek and Dex had just finished sweeping the area, giving it the all-clear. I’d seen Jedrek staring at Dex, and remembered his surprising revelation about wanting the other male. Before his declaration he’d only been with females as far as I knew. Same with Dex. I wondered if Jedrek had made good on fucking Dex or if he’d wussed out.
After last night when I’d impaled Prairie’s ass with my cock, I was a huge fan of anal. Perhaps Jedrek was too.
I stood taller when I heard soft footsteps approaching and Prairie’s low voice once again complaining at being primped and prodded.
“It’s just a l’il ol’ ritual thing,” she grumbled. “Honestly, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. And you know X likes my clothing to be easy access, so I’m not sure how he’s going to like this get-up . . .”
Kerta led her through the pillars, which glowed softly from a source within, and into the Temple.
In attendance were only the royal family within the obelisks, Mother’s lips quivering as she fought a smile while she listened to my little mate bemoan how she’d been fussed over all afternoon.
Zane didn’t attempt to hide his wide grin.
And I had no complaints whatsoever about Prairie’s garb. My mouth dropping open, my eyes slanting, I perused the gown that swept over her curvy form in almost sheer fabric. The top plunged down all the way to her navel, the dip of her cleavage and the inner swells of her breasts visible. Her nipples, too, were dusky-looking smudges within the bodice.
The Queen’s jewel nestled in the delicate hollow of her neck, and her hair—kinky and red-gold—had been swept high on her head.
All Prairie’s bitching stopped when her luminous eyes roamed over me, and I thought I saw a glint of tears. I hadn’t known her to cry before, not even when she was in the most agony.
Something about her look clutched first my hearts then my groin. Heat spread from her gaze and settled low in my heavy balls enclosed tightly in the leather pants. On top I wore an elaborate ceremonial chestplate.
I extended my hand to Prairie. She grasped it, and I pulled her closer to me.
“You take my breath away, meehri.”
Her voice thick, she said, “And you mine.”
The Blind Seer silently appeared, taking her station in front of us.
“Is this going to end up being another naked toga party?” Prairie whispered, her hand trembling within my much larger palm.
“The naked part comes next,” I murmured. “Just you and me.”
“What? No audience? No orgy? I’m disappointed.”
The Blind Seer snickered at my mate, and Zane and Kerta outright guffawed.
But the humor disappeared as soon as Prairie said in a quavering voice, “I’m nervous.”
I reached out to cup her cheek, looking deeply into the pale green eyes that held me so captivated. “I’ve never known you to be nervous.”
“What if I don’t do this right?”
“All that matters is that you love Xyib*eepthxnin, and he loves you.” The Blind Seer’s voice held a sacred solemnity.
“I do,” Prairie whispered urgently, holding my palm against her cheek, smiling with a love that was unmistakable.
“I do as well.” My words came from a gut-deep place, rumbling forth.
“Then we are done.” The Seer opened her palms.
“Really?” Prairie’s forehead wrinkled.
“No.” Shaking her head, the Blind Seer waved us closer to her, and everyone fell silent.
With our hands linked, Prairie and I faced one another.
“As is our custom, the words we speak are not as powerful as the emotions we feel,” the Seer intoned, her voice rich and compelling. “And though I cannot see, I can sense the immense love between Prairie and Xyib*eepthxnin—emotion so powerful nothing will tear it asunder.”
I drew one of Prairie’s hands to my chest,
speaking with a low throb to my voice. “I’d thought to find myself a meek, docile mate on Earth.” I smiled when the corners of Prairie’s eyes crinkled. “That wasn’t what I wanted after all. You showed me bravery, strength borne of spirit, and joy.” Emotion brimmed through my words. “More joy than I’ve experienced in all my years of life. You honor me, Prairie, with your love.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
“I . . . I don’t know what to say.” Her voice quivered.
“Only what you feel,” I assured her.
“It’s probably not appropriate, but I thought you were a crazy stalker when we first met.”
An uncontrollable laugh rumbled from deep inside me.
“But then you proved to me you were true, and honorable, and,” lusty—she thought the word but didn’t say it, eyes twinkling. Her smile beamed brighter, and just one more tear spilled over her lashes. “I could never in my wildest dreams have imagined you, X. And now I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you.”
Warmth filled me to my depths, a wave of joy bursting over my being.
The Seer nodded. And I knew surely she was smiling behind the hood that hid her features.
“By the moons’ pull and the suns’ shining light, by the seasons that endlessly walk across Zenithia and the stars that ceaselessly stream across the sky,” her susurrating voice blended together in a sacred benediction, “King Xyib*eepthxnin, Queen Prairie, you are now bound together. Yours will be long lives blessed with the greatest love.”
I met Prairie as she lifted up toward me, capturing her mouth with mine and guiding her lips into a timeless kiss, which sealed our fates together.
For today, for tonight, for years and years to come.
With a twisting thrust of my tongue, I slid inside her sweet lips, gathering her gasp, holding her tightly as rapture—unknown before—spread its wings fully inside me.
We broke apart, equally in love, equally dazed, equally wanting.
Then the Seer spun Prairie toward her and motioned her long fingers in front of my mate’s slim belly.
“What’s she doing now?” Prairie whispered.
“Blessing our future, our progeny.”
