Alien General's Bride: SciFi Alien Romance (Brion Brides) (35 page)

Her tits fit into his palms perfectly, warm and soft, while her nipples hardened at the first contact with Diego’s mouth. He pressed his head against her chest, holding her on his lap, kissing her tits wherever he could reach. Once again he swore she was made for him.

“Diego…” she moaned. “I want…”

He knew what she wanted, yes. After the binding was made complete, the fated were often almost inseparable in their lust for each other. He couldn’t deny it scorched him as well. Burned all the hotter for the maddening sounds Isolde made whenever he gently bit at the tip of her nipple or kissed up her soft neck. He could feel her grinding down on his thighs, desperate for contact. Her hands traced his arms, clearly relishing the muscle there.

Diego smiled to himself, quiet and secret. He knew Isolde liked his strength, liked the way he could lift her up just like that – Isolde whimpered so sweetly he nearly lost the control he had sworn to have at least this once – and pin her down in the next second. His
gesha
moaned and smiled for him.

“I love it when you do that,” she said breathlessly. “I want you on top of me all the time.”

Diego was very, very fine with that. His blood boiled at the sight of her beneath him, her gown pushed aside, baring her to his hungry gaze. She truly was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Her long hair curled against the pillows, her skin flushed from her arousal, the arch of her back signaling her desire for him. His cock stirred at the sight of her, his senses alight with the signs of pleasure she probably didn’t even know she was broadcasting.

He chose to undress slowly, although he could have gone much faster. Diego had simply found he adored the way Isolde’s eyes lit up, following his every movement. The way her eyes widened just a bit, her breath catching as he finally pulled away his shirt. Her gaze followed his hands as he was forced to stand to remove his pants.

His cock, half-hard already from the sight of his
gesha
clearly needing him, jumped almost painfully against his pants when Isolde touched herself. Diego stopped to stare as the fingers of one of her hands traced a pattern around her nipple, while the fingers of another rubbed her clit while she looked straight up into his eyes. A mischievous smile played on her lips, slightly parted, her tongue darting out to wet them.

She was teasing him. Diego smirked. He supposed he had done the same, but she was much better. He all but tore his pants away, rushing to press his body against her naked skin, making her sob in pleasure. Her hands went straight around him, using his body to pull her own against him.

“Eager,” he whispered in her ear, his cock pressed against the softness of her belly.

Isolde’s answer was a breathless laugh that tickled against his skin. “For you… always,” she moaned. “You are so hot, I can’t… ah! I can’t stand to be in the same room with you before I get so –”

Her speech was cut short by the fact Diego had replaced her fingers with his own, pushing, caressing, teasing for entrance. Isolde’s legs spread for him eagerly, her pussy as wet and warm as she’d said. The scent of her arousal was sweet enough to make Diego growl, making Isolde shiver beneath him. His cock reacted to every whimper that escaped her lips, the mere thought of giving pleasure to her already an aphrodisiac to him. He kissed her, biting, feeling her hands grope for leverage on his shoulders, making her arch off the bed to catch his lips.

All the while, his fingers pressed into her soft pussy, feeling her tremble involuntarily every time he brushed a spot of pleasure. Isolde writhed beneath him, pulling him down upon her even if he had to be careful not to make her support his whole weight. He licked a trail from her neck to her ears, so surprisingly, amazingly sensitive in humans.

As he kissed there, pressing his fingers deeper into her, Isolde’s nails dug into the muscles of his back and a small scream made his cock throb in need. Diego knew he wouldn’t last long before he had to claim her again, conquer her body all over again, even when it was giving him every access it could.

“Diego,” Isolde warned. “Don’t… I… I want to come with you inside me, please…”

That was an argument of a whole another kind. He could feel how close she was, from the way the heat came off her in waves, her body shivering from his every touch, her hands fisted into the sheets. Isolde’s beautiful soft lips were pressed shut, her eyes closed. She almost looked to be in pain, but Diego knew better.

He pushed his fingers further, scissoring them inside her pussy, begging to be filled by his cock already, but he couldn’t give in before he knew she was ready to take him. She was eager and wet and desperate for him, but she was still human and he was Brion. He was almost too big for her and Diego wasn’t going to risk her health just because he was impatient to bury himself into the welcoming heat of her.

Slowly, maddeningly slowly, her body gave way to him. His cock was shuddering, trembling against Isolde’s thighs as he worked her loose, ignoring her pleas as best he could. It was nearly impossible to argue with her and his body. He kissed her to stop her pleading, though he loved to hear her need for him. Isolde’s nails dragged lines on his back, urging him further into his own arousal, almost unbearable now. His tongue tasted her wherever it could reach, making Isolde twist and turn beneath it to get more.

“Diego!” she sobbed.

He pulled back, breathing hard. Isolde’s eyes were pleading, her body pliant and welcoming. For a moment, the rest of the galaxy didn’t exist. Diego lowered himself on top of her, kissing her gently while the head of his cock pressed slowly inside. Every time he feared he might hurt her, but Isolde’s reaction told him otherwise. She moaned into the kiss, her breath sweet on his lips, sobbing in ecstasy as he pushed deeper.

The warmth threatened to overwhelm him as always, her pussy fitting around his cock so perfectly, the tightness of it unbearable against his cock throbbing in wild need. He had to bite his tongue not to simply plunge in as his body wanted. Isolde wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in further, whimpering as he went just a bit too fast. Even that didn’t seem to actually pain her.

“You feel so good,” she cried instead of pushing him away, making short work of his resolve to keep it slow. “I can feel all of you, oh, gods, you’re huge, oh fuck…”

Diego lost his control then, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, deeper into the wet, glorious heat of her. Isolde screamed, a breathless cry for more. He was only happy to oblige. With sharp, precise, strong thrusts he buried himself into Isolde’s pussy, pushing deeper every time until he could slam himself inside her to the root. By that moment, Isolde could barely speak, only single, meaningless words and cries escaped her lips.

She bit down on his shoulders; the sensation sent rushing spikes of pleasure to Diego’s very core. Her legs were locked tightly around him, leaving him to pound his length straight into her at just the right angle, making her cry out every time. Her eyes were wide, wild, clouded in pleasure. The sight of it was quickly becoming Diego’s favorite thing to see. He doubted he looked any different, pressed down upon her, his breath coming short as he neared his peak. He rested his hands on either side of Isolde, his fingers digging into the sheets and gave himself completely over to the rhythm.

“Ah!” Isolde cried. She barely clung on to him, her hands searching for a hold on his shoulders, slipping. “Oh, yes, fuck – just like that… Diego, yes yesyesyes
yes
!”

He could feel her entire body lock around him like a vice as she came, trembling in exertion, desperate, needy moans telling him he had sated her. The feel of her pussy clenching down on his cock was too much. Her tightness closed in, all but wrenching his orgasm from him.

Diego could feel it approach like a wave washing over him. He grunted, losing his rhythm as he simply thrust his cock deeper and deeper inside her, feeling Isolde sob against his neck as he came with a rush that nearly made him black out. They both lay there, catching their breath, exchanging slow kisses for a long minute.

Diego almost didn’t have the strength left to pull himself out, but eventually he judged he must be getting too heavy for her, so he rolled to lie beside her, holding her close. He enjoyed the small pleasure of watching her wince every time he traced a pattern across her over-sensitive skin, making Isolde giggle sweetly and play fight him away though it was clear neither of them wanted to be anywhere but with each other just then and there.
 

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Isolde

Isolde stood by a screen in the great hall of the
Triumphant
and observed the planet she had been on her way to visit what now seemed a lifetime ago. She really was grateful for the way the Brions designed their ships, with the huge wall-mounted screens acting as windows. They helped her see all the beauty of space in the moments it wasn’t actively trying to kill her.

Rhea slowly turned beneath them. Terra, with its self-centered way of seeing the world, had classified Rhea as a Terra-like planet and that it was. A single star in its system, Rhea itself at the perfect distance to sustain life. Isolde couldn’t help but think it was the kind of paradise Terra might have been without humans. Unspoiled, full of vast forests, grand oceans, and mineral-rich mountains. From the orbit, the planet’s immense resources of water glimmered.

She almost didn’t notice the array of ships arranged around the peaceful planet. A part of Isolde felt sorrow, even if it was weird to feel compassion towards a lifeless object, but she felt that Rhea could do quite well without all of them quarrelling over it.

The transit had been uneventful and the happiest time in Isolde’s life. The galaxy teetered on the brink of destroying itself, but she was happy in Diego’s bed, drifting ever closer to Rhea with each day. In the company of her
gerion
, even the worst life had to offer suddenly didn’t seem so bad. They were rarely seen by others, instead preferring to get to know each other better.

Hours were spent talking mixed with hours passed in bed, or they simply didn’t bother to get out of bed to talk. Isolde told Diego about Terra and humans, and he told her things about Briolina that she didn’t yet know. In the end, Diego thought humans were kind of funny, and Isolde thought the Brions were terrifyingly stubborn about everything. Both were, of course, true.

The Brions, Isolde had come to learn, were not all barbaric. They didn’t shun from bloodshed, and she made no illusions that they might suddenly turn peaceful, but it was as the Elder warrior had said – they didn’t like meaningless wars. They had been drawn into one unexpectedly, and against their own people at that.

Rhea was surrounded by ships. Isolde could identify about half of them, if that many, but of course she could just let the
Triumphant
’s ship log do that for her. There were the long, lean, needle-like Palian ships and gruffer ones belonging to Tritans. She saw transport ships similar to the one she should have been on, and wondered if there was a new research team assembled already and whether their trip would be as eventful as hers.

There were fewer ships from the other GU species, and Isolde even recognized a Terran ship. The people of Rhea, as few as they were from what Isolde had gathered, didn’t have space capability, and Isolde thought seeing the sky suddenly go dark with all the ships that now sat clustered in high anchor on their orbit must have looked really scary to them.

The
Triumphant
and the
Unbroken
paid little attention to them, scanning for Brion ships. The others kept clear of the huge warships and Isolde couldn’t blame them. Diego and Faren had their reputations for a reason, after all.

They found Eren in the part of Rhea boasting the mines for which most of the galaxy would have gone to war. Two Brion warships hovered above the continent, but from the scans it had become obvious that most of the staff was on the surface. As soon as they got the confirmation that Eren and the traitor generals were on Rhea, Diego ordered the ships to be shot to pieces. Isolde stayed to watch the debris fall as Diego and Faren made planetfall to root Eren out of hiding.

She almost felt bad for him. The moment the Elders had announced he was a traitor, he became homeless. No one on Briolina would shield him from the Elders, or from the generals on his trail. His betrayal was too great. So he ran to the only place that would possibly welcome him, because it didn’t belong to anyone. Isolde wondered if he knew how hopeless it was. She only wished that their own lives weren’t just as hopeless.

Eleya joined her in watching the beautiful planet and the death they were raining down on it.

“Any news from the Galactic Union?” Isolde asked.

“Not yet,” Eleya said, but her mind was clearly occupied with other matters. She didn’t look away from the screen once, even if it was impossible to see anything on the surface but the biggest mountains. Seeing Isolde looking, she hastened to add, “I think they are waiting to see how this plays out. Whether Diego finds Eren, and whether we will actually leave afterwards.

Mostly it is pretty much what we expected. Some demand we all be slaughtered, but your call for peace went well. Surprisingly, the Palians are on our side, or at least they think the GU should let this one go. They hunger for Rhea and they know that if it comes to war, all this will be lost anyway.”