by Sue Mercury
Her heart pounded faster as she started taking him deeper, until the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat, nearly gagging her. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and steadied herself to commence pleasing her mate.
He groaned and laced his fingers through her hair. “Gods, Tyra. That feels so good.”
Warmed by his praise, she continued, and though her movements were a bit clumsy, she started bobbing her head forward and back as she ran her tongue down his hard length. Minutes passed as she kept sucking, spurred on by his sexy growls and moans. She liked that she was making him feel so good, liked that she was drawing such noises of pleasure from him.
His cock seemed to harden further in her mouth and she struggled not to gag yet again as he shoved deep in her throat. He grasped her head and held her in place, then started driving in and out of her mouth.
“I’m going to climax soon,” he said, “and I’m going to erupt into the back of your throat. You’re to swallow every last drop, my sweet mate. I plan to shoot my seed inside of you on a frequent basis. In your mouth and in your tight little pussy as I mark you as mine over and over.”
His shocking words sent a thrill through her. She quivered in place as she accepted each hard thrust into her throat, she had no choice but to accept his size as he drove into her again and again, his growls increasing along with his pace.
The first spurt of his seed was a hot pulsing jet against the back of her throat. She struggled to swallow and it took several tries until she’d gulped it all down. Another pulse of his essence filled her and she did her best to swallow again. She couldn’t believe how much seed could erupt from his cock when he climaxed.
She had felt the warmth inside her pussy before, and whenever he came in her, his essence always dripped out of her and slid down her thighs, but she hadn’t realized how large the amount was until she was forced to swallow every last drop, per his orders.
When the spurts stopped coming, his length remained hard in her mouth, but he withdrew and cupped her face. He stroked her hair and peered at her with a gaze so affectionate that she felt as though she were about to swoon. A second later, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the bed.
To her surprise, he pressed her upon the bed and kissed his way down her body. He shoved her legs apart and began feasting on her again, though this time he brought her to a quick, hard release that made her writhe upon the bed and scream out his name.
Just when she didn’t think she could take anymore pleasure, he settled his cock between her thighs and shoved hard and deep, stealing her breath with the rapid plunge. Oh God. She could scarcely catch her breath as he pounded into her.
His muscular green chest gleamed under a sheen of perspiration and occasionally the tips of his horns scraped over her lower thighs, though it didn’t really hurt, it simply felt as though he were dragging his nails over her flesh. Goosebumps rose all over her body, even as heated waves engulfed her.
His nostrils flared and he emitted a fierce growl that shook her insides. “I’m about to fill you up again, little Tyra.” His eyes darkened and then he erupted inside her in a torrent of pulsing liquid heat.
Breathless with desire, she couldn’t even find the strength to lift her head as he withdrew from her center moments later. Her eyes fluttered shut and she kept floating, lost in a sea of requited pleasure, the aftermath of their mutual bliss buzzing through her like alcohol flowing in her blood.
She was barely cognizant as he proceeded to take care of her. He pressed a cool cloth to her center. At some point, he gave her a quick bath, dried her off, and dressed her in one of his oversized shirts. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was his lips at her ear as he murmured something in his native tongue.
His voice was gentle and affectionate, and she imagined he was spilling his heart to her and confessing his love. It was a beautiful thought. God, how she hoped it was true, because the truth was, she was starting to fall in love with him.
He cared for her, made her feel safe, and it was nice to finally feel wanted. She had spent so many years feeling unwanted and uncertain, as well as frightened of her future. But now she finally had a place to call home and a sweet, albeit possessive, mate to call her very own.
Chapter 21
“You look tired,” Rem’s mother said. “Are you feeling all right, Tyra?”
“Oh, I’m feeling just fine,” Tyra replied, her face flushing. Rem had kept her up rather late last night and she was definitely feeling the effects of it today, though she wasn’t about to complain. She had enjoyed every second of their time together.
“I hope that son of mine isn’t working you too hard. He has money, you know. He could afford to hire a housekeeper for you.” Alissina smiled. “If you would like, I can send one of our housekeepers over to help you tomorrow.”
“Oh, I appreciate the offer, really I do, but that’s not necessary. I truly enjoy keeping house and especially cooking. Of course, I might change my mind about wanting help after we have children,” she replied with a giggle as they approached a crowded square that contained dozens upon dozens of vendor booths.
Alissina grabbed for Tyra’s arm and stopped her in the street. “Children?” she asked with a wide grin. “Do you think you will have children soon? Are you trying?”
Tyra flushed. “I, um…” Her voice trailed off and her face heated further. She didn’t know how to respond.
“Ah, so you are trying,” Rem’s mother said, her voice filled with delight. “Well, I cannot wait to become a grandmother. I never thought Rem would take a mate so I was overjoyed when I learned he was taking a mail order bride from Earth.”
“Why did you think Rem would never take a mate?” Tyra couldn’t help but ask. She felt guilty, as the answer likely had something to do with the loss Rem had mentioned, the person he’d cared about who’d died because of the Xieandans. She knew she ought to hear this from Rem himself. Now that she’d asked the question, though, she wasn’t about to take it back.
Alissina drew in a deep breath. “Oh, it’s only that his heart was broken long ago. Has he not mentioned this to you at all?”
“He told me he lost someone he cared about because of the Xieandans, though he did not elaborate. Is-is that related?” Her heart raced at the prospect as her suspicions started to grow.
“It probably isn’t my place to tell you,” Alissina said, though her voice remained cheerful. She wasn’t upset that Tyra had been prying. “He will likely tell you more about it when the time is right. But know that it happened many years ago, long before we even traveled to your solar system. I doubt he’s still grieving the female’s loss, especially now that he has you.” Her tone was warm and motherly. She patted Tyra on the arm and then beckoned her down a narrow street.
“Where are we going?” she asked, even as she continued processing Alissina’s admissions. Not only had Rem had his heart broken by a female, but it appeared that same female had perished because of the Xieandans.
“There’s a new dress shop down this way. They have the most fashionable gowns.”
Tyra glanced at her wrist comm. Rem had told her it would also permit her to make purchases, she simply needed to allow a shop owner to scan it. He’d also told her to buy whatever she wanted and not to worry about the cost, jokingly warning her that his mother would probably push the most expensive clothing items upon her, as the older woman had a taste for more refined items. She appreciated that Rem had allowed her to spend the day in the city with his mother, though she still felt a little strange over the prospect of spending lots of his money, even if Alissina had claimed he was affluent.
Over the next few hours, Alissina whisked her into shop after shop. At first, Tyra tried to protest how many items the woman was insisting she buy—she wasn’t used to having so many new things and had never owned a brand-new dress before—but eventually she gave up and decided it was easier to go along with Alissina’s picks. They rented a hovering cart that
followed them through the stores, a marvel of technology that left Tyra repeatedly amazed. It never bumped into anything and stayed about five feet behind them. She noticed several other shoppers being followed by the floating carts too.
The market area was colorful and filled with a mix of Marttiaxoxalian males and human females, as well as the occasional Marttiaxoxalian female. The males typically wore black or gray, and the females wore bright clothing, usually long elegant gowns made of layers of sheer fabric.
As Alissina guided Tyra into a bakery for a quick treat, someone called out their names from across the shop. They both turned to see Queen Esmay seated at a table with another human female.
“It’s good to see you both!” Queen Esmay called out. “Please, won’t you join us?”
“We’ll be right there!” Alissina replied, then she turned to Tyra. “I take it you’ve met the human queen?”
“Oh yes. Rem has taken me to the palace twice now. She’s made me feel very welcome. I do not recognize the woman she’s sitting with though.”
“Neither do I,” Alissina said, “but I love making new friends. Come, let’s put in our order and take a seat.”
As they stood in line, Tyra noticed Chexxa and Frinik seated at a table nearby. Both males smiled and waved at her, though Alissina didn’t notice them, as she was too busy studying the baked goods in the large glass display case. Not wanting to be rude, Tyra smiled at them very briefly as she returned their wave, then she joined Rem’s mother in looking into the display case as she tried to decide what she wanted.
They both ordered fruit pies and tea, then ventured over to the queen’s table. Introductions were made and Tyra learned the other human female’s name was Kenzie and she’d been on Mars for two months now, having come here from Zone 26, which was the area on Earth formally known as Italy.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Tyra said, smiling warmly at Kenzie. “Does your mate work at the palace?”
Kenzie nodded. “Yes, he’s one of King Vaath’s new advisors, though he’s currently on Earth helping with some new political appointments. Apparently, King Vaath is getting ready to appoint new governors for every zone on Earth.” She flushed and looked from side to side, as if worried someone might overhear them.
Queen Esmay waved a hand in a dismissive manner. “Oh, it doesn’t matter if anyone finds out about it, Kenzie. The new governors will be announced in several days.”
“Wow, new governors for every zone? That’s… shocking. Has something happened?”
“Well, as you probably know, many of the governors have raised taxes so high in their respective zones that it is impossible for most human families to make ends meet. This is one reason so many women have left Earth recently to come here—because by becoming a Martian’s mate, their family’s debts are forgiven and they receive that one-time payment of ten thousand galactic credits,” Queen Esmay said, tucking an errant strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “That’s certainly what brought me here.”
“Me too,” Kenzie said.
Tyra drew in a deep breath and prayed none of the women asked why she’d come to Mars. She’d been a bit nervous Alissina would ask her about her time on Earth and why she’d wished to leave and become a mail order bride to a Martian, but luckily, she hadn’t broached the subject.
Thankfully, a server arrived with Tyra and Alissina’s order, briefly interrupting their conversation. The four women sat in silence for about a minute, sipping tea and eating pie, until Queen Esmay cleared her throat and picked up where they’d left off.
“After King Vaath came to power, he started taking steps to help mend relations between Earth and Mars. In addition to installing new governors who are not corrupt like their former counterparts—all of whom were installed by King Vaath’s banished father—my mate intends to take a look at the mail order bride program. I believe he will soon start allowing Marttiaxoxalian males to create personals that women on Earth will answer, rather than the current system that sees desperate women fleeing Earth for one reason or another, only to be randomly matched with a Marttiaxoxalian male.”
Tyra’s mouth nearly dropped open as she listened to the queen talking about all the changes that would soon happen. It reminded her of the list she’d made that included all the known criminals in Bismarck. She had planned to share her list with Rem soon, in hopes that something might be done to quell the corruption and lawlessness that had often resulted in the innocent being preyed upon. She made a mental note to speak to Rem about what she’d learned today from the queen and Kenzie soon, as well as finally share her list with him.
“So,” Tyra said, “the new model for human mail order brides will be sort of like a dating service?”
“Yes, kind of, though the human women won’t get a chance to meet their prospective mates in person before they agree to travel to Mars to become their mates, but they will get to send one another messages, as well as speak via a video comm if they wish. The details are not all ironed out yet, but I am hopeful that the king will take my advice on the matter.” Queen Esmay’s eyes shone with mischief and she smiled. “I have a good feeling he will listen to me, though.”
Tyra was stunned. Circumstances were about to change on Earth. If new governors had been installed before her twenty-first birthday and law and order restored, which she hoped might happen in all of the zones if the new governors were indeed not corrupt, she might not have had to come to Mars in the first place.
But she’d been stuck in Bismarck, unable to afford a bus ticket out of the city. She had considered trying to report her uncle to the authorities, but he’d frequently bragged to her that most officers, including some Martian enforcers, were in league with his business practices. Since she’d seen uniformed enforcers come into his bar on occasion and speak to him in a friendly manner, she had assumed he was telling the truth, even though she had never been able to confirm it for herself.
If she wouldn’t have been forced to leave Earth though, she would have never met Rem. Her heart ached at the thought of being parted from him. As the conversation turned to safer topics, Tyra let her mind wander as she considered the difficult circumstances that had led her to Rem.
While she wished she could erase some of her darker memories, she wasn’t unhappy on Mars, or displeased with the male to whom she’d been randomly matched.
Rem. Her heart filled with warmth whenever she thought of him.
Was it fate that had led her into his loving arms? Sometimes she wondered if higher forces were at work, for she was starting to feel as though she truly belonged with him.
When it was time to leave, Tyra rose up and her gaze suddenly locked with Chexxa’s. He was staring at her, and even though she’d just caught him doing so, he didn’t look away. His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. An uneasy feeling settled in Tyra’s stomach and the back of her neck prickled. She looked away from him and followed Alissina out of the bakery. Thankfully, she hadn’t noticed the odd interaction between Tyra and Chexxa.
As they finished shopping, Tyra couldn’t help but keep glancing over her shoulder. She felt as though someone was watching her, but whenever she looked to see if her instincts were right, half expecting to discover Chexxa had followed her, she didn’t see anything amiss.
Chapter 22
“You’re home early!”
Rem opened his arms as Tyra rushed toward him. He hugged her and then withdrew to inspect the new gown she was wearing. She blushed and gnawed on her bottom lip, as if nervous over whether or not he would approve of the flowing green dress.
“Most of my new dresses are green,” she said. “Your mother says it’s becoming the fashion for human brides to wear clothing in the color of their Marttiaxoxalian mates.”
“You look beautiful,” he said. “The color complements your eyes.”
She smiled. “Thanks. Um, your mother is still here. I hope you don’t mind, but she kept hinting that she would like to stay for dinner, so I invited both her and your father. They’re i
n the sitting room right now.”
He laced his fingers through hers and kissed the back of her hand, letting his lips linger upon her flesh. “That’s perfectly all right. You don’t need my permission to invite my parents over for dinner, though you must promise not to have them over every night.”
She chuckled. “I promise.”
“Do you need any help getting dinner ready?” he asked.
“No, it’ll just take me a minute to put it on the table. Your mother recommended I replicate something called rallonak. She says it’s one of your favorites.”
“I’ll help you get everything on the table, my sweet mate. Come,” he said, leading her toward the kitchen. “The sooner we feed my parents, the sooner we’ll be alone, just the two of us.”
She appeared scandalized for a moment and looked around. “Sh, Rem. What if your parents hear you say that?”
“Then they will know that I cannot get enough of you,” he said, grinning when her cheeks turned an even darker pink and her neck became flushed too.
Dinner was a success, as far as Rem was concerned. His mother spent much of the time regaling Tyra with stories from his childhood, most of them embarrassing, of course, and Tyra shared a few tales about her own childhood on Earth, though he noticed she carefully kept to stories that occurred before the death of her father.
To Rem’s great relief, neither of his parents asked about her reasons for leaving her home planet. His parents asked a few general questions about Zone 15, such as inquiring about the climate, and nothing more.
When it came time for dessert, Tyra replicated an Earth dish called chocolate cake, which practically melted in his mouth. He was glad his replicator was the latest model and included many recipes from Earth cultures, in addition to traditional Marttiaxoxalian dishes.
“Oh, bright stars,” his mother said, leaning back in her seat. “I am so full that I do not think I can move. Tyra, you made an excellent dinner. Thank you.”
