Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (27 page)

My love… I am so sorry! I can feel how strong your pain is…

Jessam had saved me. Later, when the Enpathians tracked down the other Mekron survivors, Astral Tryst allowed me to evade them. But had a Bonded Pair survived, they would have stood a much better chance to defeat Grommalacht… It should not have been I alone who survived this horror. I was selfish and foolish--and remiss in my duty.

You have done everything you could since then, My Lord. We can finish this. We WILL finish it, together.

You do not blame me for my weakness? For so foolishly trusting Jessam?

You are perfectly honorable and expect the same of others. OK, so maybe a little gullible at times. But that’s what I’m here for, boyo… You watch out for me, and in return I make sure you don’t do anything stupid!

That is the Bond, yes.

That’s LOVE, my Lord.

#

And then, suddenly, Heather was looking through her own eyes again, back inside the ship and… astride Gearon, with him inside of her body.

The Mekron Lord stared up at here adoringly with his violet gaze.

Violet eyes still look
kinda weird to me, she thought. But I think I’m going to be seeing them looking back at me in the mirror from now on!

“I saw… things,” she told Gearon. “Mekron was so beautiful, I’m sorry. Not just for you, but… I miss it, too.”

“You now have the blood of its people in your veins, my love,” Gearon said matter-of-factly. “You are the last Lady of Mekron.” He reached up and gently stroked her cheek. “But you also remain my dearest Heather, yes?”

“Did the Bond work?” she asked him.

“Almost surely,” he replied. “The psychic link we shared is a powerful indicator. However, the process must be completed… The final contribution of raw genetic information from the male, I mean.”

He was still buried inside of her, and still rock-hard.

Nor had her own desire dimmed much.

“You need to cum, you naughty little boy, hmmm?” she purred, surprising herself with her bold tone.

“I need to take you now, my lovely Bond-Mate,” Gearon told her. “I need your softness under me.”

She remembered how wonderful it had felt submitting to him before. And she’s never had him in the good ‘ol missionary way yet, where they could kiss and be face-to-face…

A voice came to her unbidden, in her mind: Why? Bah! Ride the male and use him as you will, Lady! It is the way of things. He must submit, not you!

At first she was alarmed—was this some Enpathian trick, poking into her mind? But no… this voice burned like her blood now did, with strength and power and confidence.

It was part of herself, something the Bond had unlocked, she knew.

Gearon’s eyes shifted again, and he looked strangely nervous at her hesitation. “Of course, my beautiful Lady,” he told her. “I would never force you, or continue to request actions you find unpleasant, yes?”

Heather smiled. “It’s not unpleasant, my love. I want it and I want you to have the most pleasure you can. It is what lovers… partners… do.”

Gearon grinned broadly and shifted as if to get up.

“Just one thing first,” Heather told him.

“Yes, prettiness?” he asked.

She purred menacingly and the voice in her head—which sounded a little more like her own voice, now—said,
“Yeah! Show him!”

“I need to mark you,” she said, before bending down swiftly, sucking his right ear into her mouth and biting… hard.

Gearon wrapped his powerful arms around her back and held her as she did it, not pulling away.

She stopped when she thought she tasted a little blood, and pulled up.

Gearon looked at her wide-eyed, half full of awe and half… almost fear?

Shit, did I go too far?

“Even Stevens,” she explained. “You marked me… So I needed to be a little possessive myself, my Lord.”

“I understand completely, my Lady.”

She raised herself up and slid slowly off his member, feeling terribly empty as it left her, cold and somehow incomplete…

But not for long… Not if the Bond is fully joined, I hope.

She lay on her back as his powerful form slid over hers.

Gearon grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard, biting her lip before forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. He lashed it around, licking her teeth and the sensitive tissues under her own tongue.

His tongue left her mouth and trailed tantalizingly down her neck…

Then, his puckered lips glided hungrily down to her right breast… And suddenly he was sucking her boob, teething her plump nipple while his cheeks vacuumed inward at the same time, making her gasp.

She felt like she would love to have him do these things to her for hours, she really would… And yet—

Urgency!
They needed to complete the Bond. And she needed him inside her again
soooo
badly.

Gearon seemed ready, too. Done with his oral explorations of her flesh, he settled fully on top of her now, his body hard and warm. She could feel his firm cock poking through her pubic hair, his stubble on her ear as he leaned down and whispered:

“There’s so many places on you that I want to place my mouth, prettiness. I aspire to taste every millimeter of you. But right now, I need to be inside you. But first, I need you to understand something. Something very important.”

He moved back to look into her face. There was something fiery and wonderful in his violet eyes: firm, tender, sincere.

“Whatever occurs,” he continued, “Whatever else is altered… I want to be with you forever--as long as forever may be for us. I have wanted this from the beginning of our interactions together. I am truly yours, Heather Holzengruber… my Lady Teague.”

“As I am yours,” she told him. “But I think you know that already, my dear.”

So if this Bond Ritual is like a wedding, was that the vows?
His speech had felt… Momentous. Even his weird diction hadn’t affected the emotional impact of his words.

Despite her odd state of horniness and tingling electric arousal, she felt tears welling in her eyes.

Honorable, noble, beautiful… That was HER man. HER Gearon.

And lest she forget… He was hung like a horse and hard as hell for her!

As she was burning down there--and soaking wet for him.

“Groom--you may now screw your bride,” she whispered coquettishly to him.

He kissed her once, pressing his lips crushingly hard to her own…

Then, without further warning--he plunged into her.

After the thorough rooting her pussy had gotten earlier, it went in easily. There was a wet SQUOOSH as he plowed into her…

As he started thrusting in and out of her, picking up speed, something
unusual
was happening. That big Mekron cock with its wide, swollen head was rubbing against the top of her vaginal passage on every stroke… both ways, in-stroke and out… touching something deep inside her.

The sensation was delicious… Powerful yet relaxing all at once. It was like floating on a sensual cloud.

She immediately felt her limbs go weak, limp, all the muscles warm and loose as pulses of cool, soothing pleasure from somewhere deep inside her womanhood spread out to overtake her entire body.

Already, she felt a little light-headed…

But it was
wonderful.
As if she was getting the best massage she’d ever had--or could imagine-- from the inside out.

As he kept pounding her, harder and faster, she hoped it would never end.

“I know how to… please… my Lady… do I not?” Gearon panted.

Heather heard his words… Distantly… But it was as if she was in another world.

A world of overwhelming pleasure, where every thrust of Gearon’s cock—her
partner’s
cock—sent waves of soothing ecstasy through her.

Gearon slowed his thrusting, and she whimpered in disappointed. But he only meant to shift position…

Still inside of her, he quickly raised himself up, grabbed her legs and held them up, placing them on his shoulders so that he could go even deeper.

She squealed with delight as he plowed in deep. He licked and kissed one ankle, then another as he held her legs and continued to thrust, faster and faster.

“I must… seed you now… My Lady,” Gearon told her. “It is needed to… complete the Bond.”

“I’m open for you, love,” she moaned up to him. “Fill me, I want to see you cum!”

Gearon grunted and panted as screwed her hard, building towards his impending climax.

Meanwhile, deep inside of Heather, the pressure was building: a liquid need for release. Her whole body started to shake involuntarily, contractions in her abdomen spreading out to envelop all of her muscles.

Flowing from within her, rising, a floodgate opening---

Until the pressure exploded.

Every nerve ending in her body was burning now, the whole of her flesh like a sex organ, pulsing in fiery bliss. The hard, clamping contractions of her pussy were only one part of it… And the whole thing was WONDERFUL.

There was a flowing, spurting feeling, like peeing, but it came with the spasms of her climax… Something wet and warm was flowing out of her, dampening her pussy lips and running into the crack of her ass.

Not Gearon’s cum… she hadn’t felt his spasms, or heard his telltale deep male grunts yet.

It was HER cum.

She’d always thought that squirting women were a myth. But it had just happened to her, with her beloved alien mate and his huge cock… Or maybe it was just a Mekron Lady quirk? After all, she wasn’t quite human anymore, either.

At any rate, it was just…
Wow.
Messy, but the feeling was awesome.

As her spasms eased, she felt woozy and content… But it was wonderful to lie there, with Gearon still pumping away for a few seconds---

Until his body stiffened, he grunted, and pushed deeply into her.

“Seeding you… love… it comes … UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he moaned.

“Ummm… Fill me, please, hunny” she whispered.

And he did, panting and jerking violently, his body locked into the spasms of the most primal, instinctual male task of mating.

Seconds later, his warm seed was leaking out of her, and she felt it oozing down her labia to mix with the fresh liquid essence of her own release.

We sure are a couple of messy kids here
, she thought, laughing inwardly. I hope this couch has some kind of alien stain-guard on it!

Then, everything became a pleasant blur for a long moment…

Afterwards, she lay there, sweaty and content.

Gearon’s weight was still on her, the hard warmness of his male body on hers as he slowly softened inside of her. His hard-muscled torso squished her soft belly and breasts a little, and his sweat-damp chest hair tickled her skin… But she didn’t mind.

She felt, warm, safe, protected… and completely unworried.

This, she realized, was what people called “peace of mind.”

Gearon was panting, his breath hot on her neck as he planted a series of tender kisses there. Then, he took her right hand, and gripped her wrist, stroking it.

“My beloved Heather,” he said. “Lady… It is done.”

“Really?” she asked, touching his chin and enjoying the rough texture of his stubble and the hard line of his jaw. “The Bond? Dramatic as it was earlier, visions and electricity inside my girly parts and all… I was expecting a nuclear explosion or something at the end.”

“No, not so,” he said. “This peace, the contentment between us… That is the Bond.

“Yes,” she sighed, smiling. “I suppose it is.”

She wanted to lie there under him forever, basking in the closeness and their newfound union.

But that loud, proud voice was back in her head: “Time to act, Lady! You got a planet to save!”

So I have to learn to fly the ship? Best take a minute to freshen up first.

#

Heather stood on the ship’s narrow, long bathroom… er, “hygiene chamber”… Having washed and preparing to get dressed, she scrutinized herself in the mirror.

In many ways, she was still herself. Her facial features were the same, though the acne scars from her high school days were gone, as were the large, visible pores on her nose… And her eyes were a brilliant violet color, just slightly lighter than Gearon’s own.

Her freckles remained... Something her love would appreciate, no doubt.

She was still curvy, still a BBW, and still… Well, just as busty. But that was in terms of scale to her body. In terms of cup size… That would certainly have increased, and it was almost scary to contemplate.

How much
had
she grown? Gearon was still taller than her, but not by nearly as much… She’d gone from five-four to what, maybe six-six?