Most of the cocks she'd seen, or rather felt, in her limited sexual history, were fairly average, with the exception of the ones she read about in books. For the next several minutes, or perhaps hours, Gabrielle lost all sense of time as Keller massaged her body from head to toe with his large, beautiful hands.
He was right. Touching was like a healing balm, and he was very good at it. He left no patch of skin untouched, stroking and massaging as if to memorize the landscape of her entire physical being. He rolled her over and gave her a back massage to rival any masseuse on Earth. He ran his hands over her, kneading her carefully from shoulder to thighs several times before rolling her onto her back again.
More fun.
Keller placed his thumbs on her nipples and rubbed, flicking them occasionally with his nails until she moaned her appreciation. He leaned down and took a nipple between his lips to suck on her. If she wasn't wet already before, she certainly was dripping now. One of his hands stroked down her body to the juncture of her legs. She trembled in anticipation of his touch at her center.
He cupped her mound, pressing the heel of his hand against her to test her reaction. By now, he could definitely feel how wet and ready she was, too. She moaned for him once again. She couldn't help it. His hand ground against her a few more times as if to massage and ready her for his penetration. His thumb rubbed across her swollen clit as if by accident. She sucked in a gasp of pleasure. All the while, he alternated his luscious mouth over one nipple and then the other, traveling between each breast, kissing a path from one mound down the valley to the other mound. He flicked his tongue over each nipple again and again until she wanted to flip him over, jump on top of him, take him into her body, and ride him bronco style.
His hand shifted and one finger entered her while his thumb stroked the sensitive folds of her flesh. Gabrielle grabbed his shoulders to hang on. The streak of pleasure he elicited forced her spine to arch. He continued to stroke her throbbing clit, inserted another finger, and then another. All the while, his thumb stroked her at a steady pace, building her arousal to fevered peaks.
Damn, he was good at this. A veritable master of the ceremony, she mused. Her passion was at an all time high, on the brink of pure ecstasy and sublime release once again. She wished for him to place his erect cock inside her. She was so ready for him now. She wished he would fill her past her brink.
As if he read her mind, his body shifted over hers. She didn't feel anything hard. She opened one eye and looked down between their bodies. She gasped in shock. She'd almost expected him to be shrunken based on his earlier statement. He was so cavalier about his adequate-enough-to-get-the-job-done size.
He was hung like a bear.
Gabrielle moaned in anticipation. Oh, this was going to be absolutely fabulous. She hoped he could last for a few minutes.
"Are you ready?” she heard him whisper quietly for the second time since the ceremony began.
"Yes. Please. Now. Take me. Please.” Her body was so hungry, she could barely think, let alone speak.
Keller plunged his massive cock slowly and steadily into her until she bucked mindlessly against him in sublime pleasure. She was on the very brink of orgasmic nirvana. He withdrew with aching slowness and entered her again, and again. His pace was slow and steady. He was pleasure personified. She wanted more of him.
Gabrielle figured he was merely going slow to test her reaction to his ceremony, but she wanted him to go faster. Harder. He felt incredible, so fully embedded inside her.
She grabbed his luscious, firm, muscular ass with both hands and pulled him hard against her for a deep, satisfying thrust. She lifted her hips to take him to the hilt. She nearly fainted from the sensation. He filled her completely, stretching her internally, and she knew she'd never find anyone in real life who felt as good as this incredible man.
Keller must have figured out she wanted him to go faster because his next thrust impaled her swiftly without her hands yanking on his hips. Then he repeated it, and repeated it, and repeated it. She was mindless. The friction was unbearably pleasurable. It thrilled her, powering her once again to the pinnacle of gratification.
Gabrielle moaned as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His hand at her hip helped him pierce her deeper. She met each thrust with her own feeble push until she felt the familiar sensation of satisfaction creep up to dance around her spine then dive between her legs. She grabbed his head and led his mouth back to her breast.
Keller pumped his sizeable cock into her rapidly, building her climax. When his mouth pressed against her breast, and he drew the nipple back between his lips to suck, Gabrielle found out true paradise did exist. Rapturous pleasure ripped through her. She screamed her release as he continued to plunge inside her.
Most men she knew wouldn't have lasted this long unless on drugs. Not that she'd ever had many men to compare it to, but the ability to last until she climaxed first was a new experience for her.
Keller was gorgeous, massive in size, and could last as long as she wanted.
He kept pumping into her as if he could go all night. He probably could, as long as she didn't kiss him on the mouth. Gabrielle was on a sexual high. She touched his hips to stop his thrusts and wrapped her legs around him to keep him in place, deeply embedded. Oh, how exquisite!
She envisioned a time where they might share each of their world's sexual pleasures. Mouth to mouth and groin to groin. It would certainly be an event. A cataclysmic one.
"I can feel you,” Keller whispered in her ear in what could only be described as a child-like, delighted tone.
"Feel me?” Gabrielle could feel him, too. All nine or so inches of him buried deep inside her happy, satisfied body.
"Clamping on me,” he explained, “like an internal massage. Very pleasurable."
"Kiss me, Keller. Please. Touch your mouth to mine” She could hear the longing in her voice as she raised her face to his.
"All right, but only a small one.” He sounded cautious as he lowered his lips to hers and gave her a light peck.
Gabrielle closed her eyes. She was unprepared for the burst of electricity from one chaste touching of lips together. Without thinking, her tongue slipped out, and she licked his mouth. He drew back as if she'd just burned him, and Gabrielle realized she shouldn't have tested him. His eyes glazed over and practically rolled in his head. She could see the feral pleasure etched on his face. He wanted her. He wanted her now.
Excellent! Kiss me! Take me again! I'm yours! She met him halfway as his lips descended to hers hungrily.
No chaste kiss this time. He devoured her. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her.
Aggressively. Ravenously. Gabrielle could just faint.
Keller's massive body pressed into hers as his mouth did wondrous things inside her mouth. He was like a man consumed, engaging his tongue expertly, sweeping and swirling around inside her, touching every moist surface, every crevice.
The other two kisses she shared with him had been very good, but this one was stupendous. She'd climaxed more times in the last hour than in the last six months. This kiss was about to rock her world because Gabrielle knew where it would lead. She was about to climax again and taste the very best chocolate flavor ever.
She could hardly wait. This time was going to be so good. His massive, rock-hard cock was still embedded deeply in her, not moving but felt glorious all the same. Her passion rebuilt. She was completely focused on Keller. He was so demanding. Their mouths danced in sublime surrender to the bliss about to erupt.
Keller growled in her mouth as she climaxed in record time. She tasted that intoxicatingly rich chocolate flavor. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on his massive, bear-sized erection, which was still embedded to the hilt inside her. He roared his pleasure when his climax hit him. She registered the spurt of semen deeply inside near her womb as he slumped over her prone, overly satisfied body.
Did she deserve to feel this wonderful?
"That was magnificent, Keller
,” she said, her hand sifting through his short, dark hair. She could feel his breath on her throat as he tried to move his head from her shoulder. He still panted harshly when he lifted his chest off hers. He gave her a horrified look. She didn't become alarmed. Her body still clamped onto him. She remained calm, her mind drifting in the wondrous aftermath of her climax even as she lazily registered the fact that he had ejaculated inside her body.
"Gabrielle...” he said with a wounded, self-loathing she didn't understand.
"What's wrong?"
"I...” He swallowed deeply and shut his eyes in appalled self-hatred. He was still trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes and took several more deep inhalations before speaking.
"I should never have touched mouths with you ... I lost myself. I'm so sorry."
"Why sorry?"
"I released..."
"Yeah, so did I. Twice. Your ceremony rocks,” Gabrielle said in appreciation, not understanding why he was sorry. She threw her arms around him and kissed his neck. He jumped as her lips touched his skin. She laughed in delight and did it again, kissing an affectionate path to his mouth. He kissed her throat in return, but he soon shook himself and stopped just before their lips would have connected again. Gabrielle wondered if he was ready for another round, or if he needed some rest between chocolate bursts.
"You don't understand. I released myself in the passion of the moment. I lost control. I may have impregnated you, Gabrielle."
"What!” His words finally registered through her sex-happy haze. “You said you could control it!"
"The mouth touching ... I couldn't. I'm not experienced enough ... I was mistaken."
"Mistaken?” She tried to comprehend the consequences of this most recent interlude. At the same time, she wondered where her anger was. She had wished for it to happen anyway. She was the one who asked him to kiss her afterwards. What was wrong with her?
"You overwhelm me, Gabrielle,” he said quietly and lowered his head to place his lips on her cheek. “I very much want to life partner with you. I can't imagine being with anyone else but you."
Keller's words finally penetrated her pleasure-sated mind. He might have impregnated her? God almighty, what had she done? What had he just trapped her into doing? He was a man after all. He lured her into a false sense of security, and then—Wham!
"You tricked me again, and I foolishly let you,” she said, stiffening beneath him. After all, he was trying to get her to life partner with him and had been from the beginning. He enticed her into having sex with him on the pretext of checking out the size of his equipment.
God, she was naïve.
Adequate for the job, my butt, she thought. He was massive, and he knew it. He'd only given her four orgasms since she dove for the blue light.
How long had she even been here? An hour? Two?
"I didn't deceive you. I lost control. I said I was sorry. On my planet, we don't have much use for the kind of mischief you are accusing me of."
"Get off me,” Gabrielle said through clenched teeth.
"As you wish.” He slid his wonderful, massive cock out of her. He turned away from her and sat on the edge of the flat surface as if nothing of note had transpired.
Gabrielle started crying because something wonderful happened to her, only to be smacked down in the next instant by betrayal. She wept silently at first, but pretty soon, she couldn't stop the great gulping sobs that tore through her. She was so stupid. She deserved to get pregnant.
The words ‘too stupid to live’ reverberated through her brain. She should have them tattooed on her forehead so everyone would know.
"This seals our fate then, right?” she asked between her tears.
"I hope so, especially now.” He turned back to her with a quizzical look on his face.
"What do you mean, you hope so? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I don't understand the nature of the water coming out of your eyes,” he said with an expression of wonder.
"I'm crying. It means I'm full of sorrow.” She wiped her eyes with the back of one hand. “It means I'm mad at myself for letting you talk me into this. I'm sorry we had sex. I'm sorry I trusted you not to impregnate me."
"And this sex is..."
"My version of touching mouths with each other,” she spat.
His eyes widened in understanding. “You are now sorry you did this sex with me."
"Yes."
"Presumably you feel as I did when I awoke,” he said as if he'd discovered something new.
"Is that why you did it? To teach me a lesson?” Gabrielle wondered how she could have misjudged him so totally. He wanted her to feel like a deflowered virgin and shamed into a shot-gun wedding.
Well, you begged him for it, you love-starved hussy, said a disgusted voice deep inside her.
"Of course, not,” he said. “I was simply trying to find common ground. Don't be full of sorrow. The ceremony is not foolproof. Sometimes, it takes more than once. Anyway, I didn't use the optimal position for impregnation."
"Do I even want to know what the optimal position for impregnation is?” she asked sarcastically, and yet her libido popped up right then wondering what salacious position would be needed to accomplish the traditional impregnation ceremony. Gabrielle willed the thought away. She'd rather let anger encompass her instead.
"You will know someday when we actually try to conceive a child together,” he said smiling.
"Dream on, buster. I'm done with you. Pregnant or not, you couldn't drag me to a wedding chapel with you.” She slipped off the platform, which shrank before her eyes, and began to get dressed.
"The leaders of my race—the Council—will have to make the determination regarding our future together. I'm compromised.” Keller remained on the other side of the platform, slipping his warrior outfit back on quickly.
"Not my problem. I won't ... life partner with you, and you can't force me."
"If you carry the future heir of my line, there will be consequences for our actions, Gabrielle,” he said with a tone of rationality she didn't want to face. It was time to be foolish and crazy, not reasonable and sane. Surely she couldn't have gotten pregnant the first time. Any way, there were single parents everywhere on Earth.
"If I turn out to be fifteen minutes along with this pregnancy right now, then I'll deal with the consequences of my own actions when I get back to Earth. I'll raise the baby on my own. My dog Skippy will help me. I don't need you,” Gabrielle told him bravely. He sighed deeply at her wound-up attitude. He probably didn't even understand most of the words she just said.
Keller started to speak, but a chime sounded from somewhere near the door. At his verbal command, several warriors came into the room.
"I have good news for you, Keller,” the redhead said eagerly even as she sent a snarky look Gabrielle's way.
"What good news do you have, Sybille?” he asked her, smiling warmly.
Gabrielle wasn't jealous. She wasn't.
"You are still pure of mouth,” she announced, her face now wreathed in a bright smile.
"No, I'm not—"
"Yes, you are,” Sybille interrupted him. “You cannot be held as impure since you were not conscious during the experience. It's that simple."
"I am still not pure of mouth—” he tried to explain, and the redhead cut him off again.
"Of course, you are, Keller. Your barrier was down. We made a mistake of leaving you alone with a puny, alien creature. It wasn't your fault. You do not have to life partner with her. I read that in the ancient scripts. You're saved."
Puny, alien creature has a whole different slant when you are the one they are talking about, Gabrielle thought petulantly.
Keller stared at Sybille and said nothing. No one said anything. Gabrielle could practically hear stars twinkling above in the large chamber. Why didn't he say something?
Perhaps he realized, as she did abruptly, he could have gotten out of life partnering with her if she hadn't accosted him th
e second time. However, he tricked her the third time with the size thing, so in her limited, biased view, he was as much at fault right now. She still waited for him to say something, anything, but he remained silent. She took this to mean he wasn't going to admit the second and third times.
Just like a man, she thought furiously. An Earth man, she corrected herself.
Gabrielle didn't want to life partner with him anyway. Essentially, this was a way out for her as well. Fine. She wouldn't tell if he didn't.
"Now, you won't have to tell your mother or Maura the bad news,” Streak said, giving Gabrielle a hostile glare as if she were the worst news ever told. “Also, you are now free to life partner with Lena as you originally intended."
"We touched mouths again, after the first time,” Gabrielle said before she realized she had spoken out loud. “Oh, yeah, and we went through the reproduction ceremony, too. It was incredible. Fabulous. The best I certainly ever had."
Gabrielle, suddenly so sick and tired of these people thinking she was unworthy, let her mouth spew what was on her mind. She was not a repugnant, puny, alien, Earth creature not good enough to touch mouths with their royal future leader, and she refused to be treated as such.
"Gabrielle!” Keller said in a totally shocked tone as he turned to her with a panicked look.
"Well, it's true,” she taunted.
"You touched mouths with her again!” Sybille looked at him as if he'd lost his marbles.
"Yes, he did,” Gabrielle said, “and he liked it, too."
Chapter Six
Keller was so shocked at what Gabrielle had said, for a moment, he couldn't speak. He wasn't used to people discussing their mouth touching experiences with a group of peers.
Unlike on Earth, it just wasn't done.
However, she was right about one thing. He definitely enjoyed it, but to share the intimate information with his colleagues was—well, quite shocking.
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