Alien's Bride 1-3 (40 page)
I went for that mouth when I reached him.
My hard nipples perked against firm flesh.
I encircled him in my arms and kissed with all the insistent passion that had built up in me.
He held me back without a touch of reservation.
His huge warm arms were coursing over my back and causing tingles over the rounds of my ass while his gloriously hot mouth entwined with mine.
When our lips broke his face had taken on an expression of desperation.
He stroked back the hair on my forehead with one hand.
“What are ye doing, crazy girl?”
“You know what I’m doing,” I said softly.
My eyes were fixed on his succulent mouth.
He kissed me again, this time allowing our hot tongues to dance together.
Then he grasped my bare waist and hoisted me down onto the smooth broad stomp.
I had a wave of vertigo from being swung like this.
That just added to my excitement.
My heart was thundering now.
Yes!
This had been what I wanted.
To be taken.
He lowered down between my legs.
I closed my eyes in anticipation of another kiss, but his mouth went for my nipples.
He clutched both my breasts and attached his mouth to one side.
Tingly exquisite sensations bombarded me.
He made the flesh rigid and then tickled furiously with his tongue.
My stomach became warm and watery.
The stimulation traversed all my flesh, even my sex, which felt like it was pulsing.
He gave an identical thorough ravaging to my other breast.
My breaths now came short and shallow.
I closed my arms around him, but I had no strength.
He kissed a trail down my belly with ticklish lips.
My nipples were still pulsating in the wake of his mouth.
The bath of saliva made them catch the breeze and harden further.
I realized I trembled below where his mouth kissed.
I had wanted to be overwhelmed, but hadn’t truly braced for it.
He was just starting with me and I already felt as though my core had melted onto the stump.
Edgar parted my legs wide, brought his fingers to the hood of my sex, and opened me.
I leaned up while blinking.
I truly had no idea what he meant to do.
For a few moments he seemed to be inspecting that riotously sensitive place—admiring it.
Then he sank his head and took me into his mouth.
“Ah!”
I both cried out and jolted.
My clitoris was being bombarded by a furious tongue.
Such a powerful shock of pleasure—I couldn’t bear it!
My toes curled and I clawed the bark of the stomp.
All of me felt laid raw.
He pinpointed that twinging pulsating flesh that could cause ticklish stabs of ecstasy deep inside my sex.
He sucked me until his mouth popped off and I screamed.
My insides were already dewy.
On either side of his head my inner thighs trembled.
The precise torture had me verging on tears.
Finally, his mouth lowered to lap at my womanly passage.
I gasped for breath while still reeling from the throbs of my clit.
Edgar used his fingers to pry me open wider and then sucked my maidenhead.
This pleasure was less torturous than how he’d ravaged my clit, but was no less sublime.
I felt a hot buzz beneath where his mouth and tongue busily worked.
After several minutes of being licked and sucked my sex felt like it purred.
I bit my lip.
The rest of my face was contorted.
I let out a sound to spur him on.
He sucked even harder.
Then my back curled upwards.
My sex convulsed beneath his lips.
All my muscles seized as he drew out my climax.
I let myself moan in succession while writhing with pleasure.
“Oh…yes, Edgar!”
He licked my clitoris to bring out my final spasms.
I went slack, out of breath and blushing red with the whole of my body.
He gave my sex a grueling hard kiss, and then broke away.
I stayed on my back with my thighs open.
My eyes were closed, so I didn’t know what he was doing.
I expected him to mount me and claim the reward he’d richly earned.
After several moments of panting I leaned up on my elbows to look at him.
He was kneeling before me with a flushed smile.
He caressed my thigh with one hand.
“Did ye enjoy that, my beauty?”
I blinked a few times.
He’d done everything right so far.
Taking an intermission to seek praise was a wretched follow up.
“Make love to me, Edgar.”
I said this softly, so that I wouldn’t further damage the mood.
He shook his head.
My lips parted.
“Sarina, my dear sweet little goddess-girl.
I don’t hope to figure how you got ye mom to pick off that talisman.
Thank gods ye came to my door first.
Now, I’ve tided ye over a bit, so ye’re not so desperate, but ye’re yet a virgin, girl.
I aims to make ye an honest woman before breaking that.”
He rose and started looking around.
“Now, where are ye clothes?
If we set off straight away we can still get before the Townsman today.”
I sat all the way up slowly.
I was disappointed, shocked, irritated.
I tried to swallow all this and remember how good Edgar had been to me and my mother over the years.
This was no small boon.
She was an unwed mother forced to live dangerously close to the underworld due to her shame.
Only Edgar and outsiders would have anything to do with us.
I put my face in my hand.
“Edgar—you know I love you.
But it’s not the way a wife loves a husband.
I see you more as a sweet uncle.
I don’t want to get married.
Not to you.
Not to anyone.”
I saw his throat bob in a pained gulp.
“This ain’t how ye treat an uncle, girl.”
“You’re not actually my uncle, and I just wanted to have sex and you have a nice body.
Can’t you just—“
He grabbed my arm.
“Enough.
Ye know what’s right.
And if ye’ve got no talisman a husband is what ye need.”
He tugged me.
“Up.
Where’s ye dress?”
I pulled away from him, but not with my full strength.
“These are Helder’s rules.
He’s not my god.
I don’t have a god.
I am one.
I don’t have to obey the same rules mortals do.
Get married?
Pah!
I finally just got free.”
“Sarina!”
His face was as sharp as his tone.
This kind of scolding used to get me to give in.
It was the way adults spoke to a disobedient child.
I finally let my anger bubble up.
“The Hell with you!”
I got up to storm away, but he grabbed me.
I jerked free, but he came right back at me.
This time I knocked him down with a palm to his chest.
It wasn’t hard enough to injure him.
He still looked up at me aghast, as if I’d crossed some unspeakable line.
My strength was only supposed to be used for hacking down trees or plowing.
It was the first time I’d stood up for myself.
“You can’t force me to marry you.”
“Where is ye mother?”
“She’s gone.
She married that merchant Alinas.”
“Gaw!”
He shook his head.
First with outrage, then with grief.
“Ye need to stay with me, Sarina.
Look at how ye’re acting already.
It ain’t fit.”
I grumbled.
“I should have known better than to offer myself to you.”
I stomped back toward the gully.
“Thanks for the head.”
***
My damn dress wasn’t on the oak tree where I left it.
There was just a shred of fabric tied in a knot (undoubtedly the work of pixies).
All I had was my shift, which was threadbare and scarcely long enough to cover my ass.
I went inside and searched fruitlessly through my trunk for something else.
It was no use.
I’d grown out of all my old clothes and since I was so much thicker and taller than a mortal it was expensive to get more.
I had enough gold to buy a dress, but that meant going into the village half-naked.
Though I’d just trekked nude to the woodcutter, I was not without my dignity.
I wanted my virginity gone so that the first boundary between me and the life I’d dreamed for myself could be eliminated.
I thought I’d been romantic to give myself to a sweet neighbor who’d been a fixture in my life.
I should have remembered I was still too deep in Helder’s shadow to be free.
It was time for me to be a goddess who was above mortal rules.
I was a majestic sexual entity, not a half-mortal housewife.
Even though my mother raised me I still had this destiny ingrained deeply into my spirit.
I imagined elegance and splendor, and a harem of exotic muscled men (and a few boyish women) to revel in the delights of my sexual aura.
But first I needed to get away from a village that worshipped the strictest, nastiest god in the pantheon, and that meant having a modicum of clothing.
It wasn’t yet
and it was only an hour’s walk to get to the village.
I tied my old coat around my waist so it covered my ass, and wrapped a scarf around my bosom.
I looked ridiculous, but what did it matter?
I would be far from Trummel and all its people in a fortnight, likely never seeing any of them again.
This indignity would earn me a fine garment to begin my new life in style.
Hopefully I had enough gold.
It seemed like there was a fortune in my purse, but I’d never priced tailored clothes before.
I needed enough money left over to start my life elsewhere, for I was far too glorious to become a prostitute.
No, sex wouldn’t be my work, but my pleasure.
I wasn’t quite sure how it would all come about.
The first step was to venture far away and see what more the world had to offer.
(And if I failed to discover my destiny I could always come home and live off the stores in the root cellar until the next harvest, loath as I was to do that.)
The road grew wider and more worn the further I got from the entrance to the underworld.
Soon I saw cottages.
Most were abandoned and crumbling, but one or two had an occupant.
They ignored me as they set about their chores.
Ahead of me the castle spires came into view, then the castle itself.
It was so vast it seemed much closer than it really was.
I could measure its true scope against the tiny structures clumped close to its walls.
A quarter hour more and side roads joined with mine, baring foot traffic and mule drawn carts.
The throng became thick enough for people to stare at me with less reservation.
An older man spat close to my feet, probably recognizing me as Ruth’s bastard daughter.
Some children who didn’t recognize me badgered their mother with questions like, ‘Why is that woman so tall?’ and ‘Why is she out in her underwear?’ I sped my stride.