by Sue Mercury
“Very well,” she murmured, a shadow falling over her face before she turned around.
He slipped the jacket on her and moved in front of her to close the fastenings, wanting her to be warm. She probably didn’t require a garment so heavy, but he didn’t want to risk her catching a chill outside. He searched for a pair of thick socks next, though after he helped her step into them, they reached to her upper thighs.
Once he had her dressed to his liking, he guided her back into the bedroom and toward the balcony. He pressed his palm to a panel next to the door and it soon slid open. He placed a hand to her lower back and urged her out onto the balcony. His eyes adjusted to the darkness at once, though he knew humans could not see so easily in the dark. She wouldn’t be able to make out the individual trees or flowers in the forest below, but she would of course manage to see the stars in all their glory, as well as the moons.
A gasp escaped her as she lifted her gaze to the sky.
“Oh my goodness.” She stepped closer to the railing. “It’s breathtaking. I’ve never seen a night so clear. Earth is heavily polluted and even in more rural areas like Zone 15, it’s not often we can see the moon very well, let alone the stars.”
He gathered her close to his side as they continued gazing at the brilliant night sky. She leaned against him, and the feel of her body against his reignited his passions from earlier in the day, when he’d been ready to claim her. Right before he’d allowed his distrust of females and his temper to ruin the moment.
He wrapped an arm around her and rested his head atop hers, inhaling the floral scent of her hair. After a while, she shifted beside him and tentatively laced her arm around his waist. Or, rather, she tried to. Given her petite stature, she ended up putting an arm around his buttocks. He wasn’t about to complain, however. The feel of her touching him of her own free will, even through several layers of clothing, caused his balls to tighten as his cock grew painfully hard.
Gods, he wanted to take her now, but he could already hear her stomach growling again, even over the chorus of nighttime insects.
He grasped her hand. “Let’s go to the kitchen, my sweet human, and I will prepare you something to eat.”
Chapter 10
Dawn arrived in a glorious splash of orangish red through the trees. Tyra cast a sidelong glance at Rem, who was seated beside her on the back porch, and wondered when he was going to initiate the consummation of their mating union.
He’d been extremely attentive to her in the proceeding hours, constantly inquiring how she felt and if she was hungry. He’d shown her how to use the shower in his bathroom and left her alone while she cleaned up and donned a fresh outfit—a long shirt of his that fit her like an oversized dress.
She didn’t understand it, but for some reason he seemed hesitant to allow her to wear her own clothes. Her face heated. Perhaps he’d glimpsed her tattered garments in the dresser drawer and found them inadequate. She’d worn the yellow dress yesterday because it was the nicest item of clothing she owned.
The only other attire she had possessed that didn’t have holes was the uniform she’d been required to wear while waitressing in her uncle’s bar, which consisted of an exceedingly short skirt and a tight, low-cut blouse. She’d gladly left the uniform behind, but she wished she’d had some better clothes to bring.
She took a sip of hot tea and peered over at Rem again. God, he was handsome, particularly when she looked at him from the side and she got a glimpse of the horns that curved over his head and down his back. She’d never imagined she would find a Martian’s horns sexy, but she did.
He turned to meet her admiring gaze. She flushed and looked away, not wanting him to discern her thoughts. They barely knew one another and here she was ogling him as if he was the first attractive man she’d ever seen.
Without warning, heat pulsed between her thighs and she couldn’t resist shifting in place. A second later, his nostrils flared and a knowing look entered his eyes. Her heart beat faster and she resisted the urge to wiggle in her seat, even as the throbbing in her feminine core increased under the intensity of Rem’s darkly piercing gaze.
He took her hand in his. “Do you feel you know me better than you did when we first met yesterday morning?”
“I...” She fumbled for a response. She still didn’t know much about Rem, as he’d only shared small tidbits about his life with her thus far, but she recalled the comfort he’d given her yesterday after her awful nightmare. He’d been thoughtful and gentle, a far contrast to the brutish behavior he’d displayed earlier in the day when he’d been roused to jealousy.
He reached for her and cupped the side of her face in one of his large, warm hands, causing a pleasant wave of dizziness to assail her. She rather felt as if she were becoming intoxicated, despite not having imbibed a single drop of alcohol. She couldn’t deny the warmth that was filling her, nor the profound effect wrought from Rem’s nearness.
He shifted closer, allowing his thigh to brush against hers, and a delightful shiver rushed down her back to coalesce with the continuous pangs of heat between her thighs.
“I can smell your arousal, my sweet mate.” He leaned in to trail light kisses down her neck and she found herself helpless against the fresh waves of heat rolling through her, even as the knowledge that he could smell her arousal left her a bit embarrassed. “Tell me, Tyra, is your pussy becoming slick and swollen right now? Are you aching for me to carry you upstairs and claim you? Is that why you keep squirming in your seat?”
His crass words only caused an immense pang of sensation in her nether region, and she gasped a second later when he reached underneath the borrowed shirt she was wearing. He ran a hand along her inner thighs in a slow and enticing manner, then urged her legs to part for his explorations.
She wasn’t wearing underwear, as he’d handed her the shirt and nothing else just before her shower, and the feel of his fingers grazing over her bare folds nearly caused her to jolt at the shockingly pleasant sensation. She sucked in a shaky breath and quivered at his touch.
He dragged his teeth along her neck and she couldn’t repress a moan, her need building with each moment.
“Spread your legs even wider, sweet human. I want to feel how wet you are.”
She obeyed, parting her thighs and allowing him to dip two fingers into her gathering essence. A throaty whimper left her and she jerked her hips as he pushed those two digits deeper.
“Ah, just as I suspected. You’re very, very wet.”
He drew his fingers lazily through her moisture, and whenever he happened to graze her throbbing clit it was all she could do to keep from pleading with him to take her upstairs. But she wasn’t certain if she should appear so eager, so she allowed him to take the lead and continued following his commands.
When he ordered her to spread wider or raise her hips, she acquiesced. She even gathered up the fabric of his borrowed shirt to her waist when he demanded it, revealing her womanly parts to his gaze. A glance down at her center showed her pussy lips were puffy and gleaming with her arousal, and her inner thighs were shining as well.
The sight startled her. She’d had no idea her body was capable of such a visceral response to a man’s touch. Until Rem, she’d largely found herself disgusted by the attention men showed her, particularly when one of them groped her or forced a kiss upon her. Working at the bar, it was a rare occurrence to go a full night without one of the patrons trying to cop a quick feel or steal a kiss.
But Rem made her feel different. Under his attentions, she felt both beautiful and desirable. And God, she wanted more. More of his kisses. More of his teeth dragging along her neck. More of whatever he was doing between her legs to make her feel so good.
He pressed his lips to hers and the whole world melted away.
Chapter 11
Tyra’s mind whirled as Rem carried her upstairs. She still felt drunk, but it was a deliriously wondrous sensation. She felt safe in his arms, even though a small part of her still feared
the physical aspect of their mating.
He was huge. Her head barely reached the center of his chest, and she shivered as she remembered the massive size of his cock, which she had glimpsed only briefly during their first attempt at mating.
Well, she decided, virginal apprehension was much better than absolute dread. She had run to Mars, to Rem, while she had run away from the other situation that would’ve seen her lose her virginity. She was here by choice. Mostly.
She was partially in control. Well, perhaps more than partially. If she became too frightened or experienced too much pain during their first mating session, she believed Rem would stop at once. For all the concern he had displayed after her recent nightmare, she could not imagine him disregarding her needs if she asked him to pause.
Deep down, beneath his jealousy and the fact that he was a warrior who’d helped defeat her people, she dared to believe he was a decent man. A man guided by principles. A good man, like her father.
Once they reached the bedroom, he carried her to the large bed and placed her upon the covers. He sat next to her, staring down at her with a look so affectionate, it took her breath away.
Who had he lost that he cared about after the Xieandans poisoned the water supply on his homeworld? She couldn’t help but wonder about this as she held his loving gaze. The more she considered his reluctance to confide in her about his loss, the more she suspected he’d lost a female he’d cared for.
Her heart broke under this suspicion and she found herself reaching for him, as if to offer comfort, even though he likely had no idea of the direction her thoughts had taken. She caressed his face and allowed her hand to travel back over his head, to the base of one horn. It was hard and cool to the touch, and a deep rumble left him when she stroked her hand down the length of his horn. His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened as he stared at her, a predatory gleam in his eye that only caused the warmth quaking in her nether region to deepen.
“I am going to claim you now, Tyra from Earth,” he said in a somewhat formal tone, “and then you will belong to me in both body and spirit. For the rest of our days.” He pulled his borrowed shirt off her before she could think of a reply, baring her completely to his ravenous gaze.
She peeked at the enormous bulge at the front of his pants and began to tremble, little shudders of need rushing through her. As she shifted upon the mattress, she felt the wetness of her arousal rubbing between her thighs. She was indeed ready for him, wet and aching and eager to be claimed.
He rose off the bed just long enough to divest himself of his own clothing, and in moments he stood before her, gloriously naked. She couldn’t help but stare. Bright rays of sunlight entered the room and reflected off his beautiful green skin, the planes of his sculpted muscles especially accentuated in this lighting. The heat pulsing in her womanly core erupted into a full-blown blaze, drawing a needy whimper from her as she flushed all over.
She rested on her elbows as she gazed up at him, her pulse accelerating when he settled his huge body atop hers. His eyes darkened further and his cock throbbed against her inner thighs, the tip of his huge manhood resting at her entrance. She instinctively parted her legs wider, even as she hoped there would be no pain.
He glided his length up and down through her wetness, spreading her moisture around her nether parts with his cock. She shuddered at the jolt of sensation that assailed her, unable to keep a moan from escaping her. Oh God. It felt so good and he wasn’t even inside her yet. There was a place deep within her feminine core, where she was aching especially hard, a place that felt empty without him filling her up, even though she was an innocent and had never experienced the thrust of a cock into her pussy.
It suddenly occurred to her that perhaps Rem wouldn’t know she was a virgin. Should she tell him? Was premarital sex even a thing among the Marttiaxoxalians? She didn’t know, but before she could decide whether or not to broach the subject, he started pushing his hugeness inside her. Oh God. Oh, dear God. Yes.
“That’s it, Tyra. Good girl,” he said in a praising tone. “Take all of it.” He pushed even deeper and she gasped as her insides stretched around his cock.
He grasped her face in his hands, not allowing her to look away as he inched further into her snug channel. A sense of surrender washed over her, but it didn’t make her feel weak. Instead, it made her feel safe. She belonged to Rem now and the monsters from Earth could never, ever reach her now.
The physical act of consummating their mating union cut Tyra’s last ties to her home planet, the place she never wished to see again. As he began to thrust in and out of her, she realized this physical joining also signaled the start of her brand-new life on Mars. There was no turning back now.
As he built a slow rhythm of plunging in and out of her, he leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue over the hardened bud before clamping down upon it with his sharp teeth. She arched into his mouth, each small bite of pain causing a spasm of heat between her thighs, prompting her insides to tighten around his cock. She was burning up for him, eager for each lick and bite and thrust.
He gripped her hips and increased his speed, surging into her faster and deeper than before. She braced herself for the pain, but it never came. He had gotten her so wet and achy before he’d pushed inside her, that it hadn’t hurt. Not really. Sure, his size had stretched her a bit uncomfortably a few times, but she hadn’t winced in pain or cried out once, as she had worried she might during her first time.
“You’re mine now, Tyra,” he said in a firm, almost angry tone. His eyes blazed down at her and he tightened his hold on her hips. “Say it.” He thrust faster and harder. “I want to hear you say it. Say that you belong to me.”
His command stunned her and for a few seconds, she could only stare up at him in surprise, her mouth gaping as she struggled to obey this particular order. The idea of belonging to him made her feel safe, but having him boldly order her to proclaim his ownership over her made her uneasy, reminding her of his previous bouts of jealousy.
“Say it,” he said through gritted teeth. His huge muscles flexed with his rapid movements and he continued plunging into her, driving into her so hard that the headboard repeatedly banged against the wall.
She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t manage to force the words out, even though deep down she believed belonging to him would keep her safe. At her continued silence, his eyes flashed and he abruptly withdrew from her pussy. Before she realized what he was doing, he had turned her over on her hands and knees.
Fear sliced through her.
What did he mean to do?
She braced herself, unsure of what to expect, but he only grabbed her hips and shoved his cock back into her depths, taking her from behind. Heated waves flowed through her as he slammed into her, again and again. This position allowed for much deeper penetration, and he drove into her so rapidly that his balls slapped heavily against her pussy with each thrust, sometimes impacting directly upon her pulsing clit. It was almost too much, yet she didn’t wish for him to stop.
He released one of her hips and reached for her hair, giving her locks a quick tug, though not missing a beat as he kept surging into her. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was becoming frustrated with her over her silence.
Did anger account for his sudden roughness?
He gave her hair another tug, causing her back to arch, which only forced her to accept his cock even deeper than she imagined possible. She released a throaty moan as perspiration trickled down her temples.
“Say it, Tyra.” His sharp command sent a thrill through her, even as her mind protested that he was behaving like a brute. What did it matter if she admitted aloud that she belonged to him? By the laws of his people, she was already his mate.
He released a growl that was so loud it shook her insides. Despite her worry that he was mad, she was nearly delirious with the increasing pleasure caused by his roughness. Each hard thrust sent shocks of euphoric sensation through he
r entire body, and she felt as though she were riding the crest of a wave and ready to crash into something, though what this something could be, she wasn’t yet certain.
Rem bent over her and growled into her ear. Goosebumps rose on the back of her neck and she shivered, despite the fact that she was sweltering with the rising need of whatever was happening to her, this unknown destination she was headed toward.
“Say it! By the Gods, say it, Tyra, or you will drive me to madness.”
She was certain the next growl that issued from his throat was loud enough to rattle the walls.
“I-I belong to you!” she finally cried.
In the next moment, a wave crashed over her and the most intense pleasure she’d ever known sent her flying straight up to the stars.
Chapter 12
Rem tensed as his cock jerked within Tyra’s tight depths and the first spurt of his seed erupted into her. There was a certain primal satisfaction in filling her with his seed, and he held her hips firmly in place while he spurted every last drop of his essence into her, marking her as his.
When he finally withdrew from her center, the sight of a small amount of his seed escaping her pink folds to trickle down her inner thighs made his cock harden to readiness in mere moments.
He considered plunging into her again, but he restrained himself from shoving into her depths just yet. Perhaps later, once she’d had time enough to recover.
Other than her rapid breathing, she remained still beneath him. Concerned, he gently turned her over and searched her face for any hint of pain. To his relief, she appeared utterly blissful and content.
