Alien's Bride: Lisette (8 page)

But her throbbing sex was in a puddle.
She nudged for him to get off and climbed from the bed. Prax-Denay
clasped her arm.

“
Where are you
going?”

Seed dribbled down her inner thighs.
Lisette was surprised it didn’t embarrass her more.

“
Just to…wash
up.”

His eyes bulged. “Wash up? You think
we’re done?”

He sprang from the bed after her.
Lisette gasped. The large man’s arms were clasping her naked body
once again. Prax-Denay turned her away from him and pressed her
bosom against the wall. He huddled behind her to apply a sensual
kiss to her nape. His hands curled around her hips, then upwards to
fondle her breasts.

“
I haven’t had my fill of
you.”

Lisette’s heart was racing yet again.
His member was against her ass and his fingers mercilessly plucked
at her erect nipples. In short moments it was hard for her to
stand. She braced up both arms against the wall. Her middle had
turned watery again. The nipple play caused echoing twinges to her
clit.

Prax-Denay nudged her legs open wider.
His prehensile cock snaked its way into her from behind.

“
Oh…”

He thrust with the whole of his pelvis
while she remained braced against the wall.

“
Do you like it?”

“
Mm.”

One of his groping hands lowered from
her breasts to her sex. Deft fingers teased her twinging clitoris
while he continued to pump his tremendous cock into her.

She bit her lip. “Mmf!”

“
Don’t hold back your cries.
You don’t have to feel embarrassed with me.”

“
Nahg!”

She stood on tiptoes and orgasmed into
his hand. His fingers and cock had to feel her clenching
muscles.

“
Mmph, good girl.” He
tickled her wet clit with more pressure.

“
Enk! Ah!”

Her trembling legs gave beneath her.
She slid down onto her bent knees, dislodging his engorged cock.
Prax-Denay followed her down to roughly pluck her back up. He
turned her facing him, lifted her splayed thighs over his elbows,
and penetrated her while she was suspended between him and the
wall. Lisette’s inner thigh’s quaked. She clutched him around the
shoulders to better secure herself. His cock plowed in her still
throbbing sex while she hovered several feet above the
floor.

He kissed her ruggedly while keeping up
a rhythm of hard thrusts. His enormous cock ravished that sensitive
prickly place inside her with each thrust. Her clit got the
ticklish sensation of needing to pee, but this was just the
pressure from within agitating her. He thrust harder. His face
became fiercer. She looked at him both weary and aroused. Her body
was being propelled toward the buzzing warmth of a third orgasm.
She winced as the ecstatic spasms mercilessly barraged her. She’d
never been lit up inside like this before.

He growled and came again. Lisette
watched his face and stomach muscles tense. Prax-Denay yowled like
an animal in pain. She could feel is cock pulsing. The excess sperm
gushed onto the floor this time. He finished with an anguished
shudder.

Lisette was lowered onto the bed again.
He climbed above to kiss her. She waited with staggered breaths for
the ache of arousal to abate.

“
I want to…take you again.
Is it too much?”

She groaned softly.

He kissed her with some fervency and
broke away. “I’ll save it for the morning then. But if you want to
bathe you’ll have to do so with me.”

This made her smile. He gave her
another kiss, and then carried her into his bathroom. Robots rolled
in without the need of a command to clean the floor and stripped
their soiled bed sheets.

***

Lisette woke up to a clicking sound.
She saw that Prax-Denay was holding a tablet up to take their
picture. She blinked the sleep out her eyes with confusion. The
events of last night crystallized in her mind, but without any
horror or regret. Prax-Denay’s body was warm beside her. She
nestled closer under their blanket.

“
This picture is our
marriage record. That was the last step to make our bond
official.”

“
Um…”

“
Yes?”

“
It’s supposed to be a
secret.”

He tapped some buttons on the tablet
making the image of them disappear. “I’m not announcing it. This is
for my own gratification. You’re mine. Whenever I look at that
picture I can take solace in that fact.”

Lisette stretched and yawned. “You’re
mine, too.”

Prax-Denay’s brow rose. “Oh? You
presume to be an equal to me?”

“
Mm-hm.”

“
You’re still a slave, my
dear.”

“
You’re an
Etee—whatever.”

“
Etiken.” He laughed softly
and caressed her hair. “I don’t care if I have to show some
diffidence to you. You’re happiness gives me pleasure.”

Lisette pecked him with a
kiss.

They didn’t have the sex Prax-Denay had
promised that morning. Lisette met him in the lab after returning
to her own room to dress. Work commenced as usual. This time when
he checked on her progress at a console he placed a gentle hand on
her shoulder. Lisette had to stifle a flurry of joy in order to
answer his questions. Then, at lunch he pulled her onto his lap and
fed her twelve morsels spread out in twelve little bowls. The first
was warm and sweet. The second one was cold and tasted of vinegar.
Lisette squealed and fussed. Prax-Denay stayed focused on her
responses with a delighted smile.

After lunch she hunched over a console
to tap some buttons. Prax-Denay came behind her and groped her
bottom. She spun on him with a mischievous smile. His face was
serious, however.

He knocked equipment off a central
table, bent her over it, yanked up her dress, pulled down her
panties, and perked his member against her sex from behind. She was
slightly dry from the suddenness. As he wriggled against her the
sensual pressure made her moisten. She was slick when he started to
thrust.

The eroticism of being taken in their
lab made her thighs quiver. He fucked her with strong deliberate
movements, grunting as he did. His broad hands clutched her hips
and he leaned over to place hard kisses on her neck. Lisette came
with an involuntary whimper. Her middle shuddered as though she
wept. She was clawing the smooth table trying to find something to
grasp, something to anchor her during the desperate urgency she
felt.

Prax-Denay closed over her so that his
body weight pressed her down. He was shaking. His cock had buried
deep enough to make her feel stretched lengthwise.

“
Ohhhh…ohhhh.” His visceral
grunts lit fire inside her. His member was contracting while her
own sex still convulsed. Seed dripped onto the floor.

He stayed embedded in her while gently
kissing her nape in the aftermath.

“
Was that all right?” he
said.

“
Of course.”

“
I just wanted you so
badly…I couldn’t…I didn’t even…”

She turned enough to meet his eyes. “I
wanted you, too.”

Prax-Denay formed an expression joyful
anguish. He turned her around to kiss and embrace her. She only let
this go on a short while. She had visions of Jorenkis walking in
and catching them both exposed. They separated and righted their
clothes.

“
Um…”

He caressed the side of her face.
“Yes?”

“
Can you get me
pregnant?”

“
Have no fear about that. I
researched it a few days ago. Humans must be surgically altered to
be fully compatible for breeding.”

Her brow furrowed.

“
I’m sure you haven’t
received this alteration yet. Paggellatin doesn’t have a full human
processing clinic. You’d have to go to our capital or back to
Earth. It seems I worried about Jorenkis’ threat of castration for
no reason. The Druid Archment prohibited Etiken from breeding
outside our caste. We can’t breed as you are, so there was never
any justification for castrating me.”

She nodded with some relief. Then she
got a solvent to clean up the puddle of sperm on the floor.
Prax-Denay stood watching her with a smirk.

“
He’s not going to sneak up
on us. I’ll hear the front doors chiming long before he gets near
the lab.”

She nodded again. Of course, she’d
heard the doors chime before when she went in or out. It was
something easily ignored and forgotten. She realized she needed to
trust Prax-Denay’s judgment more. If he didn’t worry, then neither
should she.

They were innocently working in the lab
together the following week when the doors did chime. Lisette sent
Prax-Denay a panicked look. Jorenkis had been gone so long his
return felt like a violation.

Prax-Denay eyed her calmly. “Don’t be
scared of him, my dearest. Just continue doing your
work.”

Lisette turned her chair back to the
console and attempted to. Her fingers faltered. Did her ass leave
an imprint on the wall when he fucked her standing up yesterday?
Did his seed get cleaned up after they had sex in the kitchen?
Would Jorenkis be able to tell she hadn’t been sleeping in her own
bed?

“
Hello?”

The two exchanged a puzzled look. This
was not Jorenkis’ voice. Prax-Denay popped up from his chair.
Lisette followed a few steps behind him.

In the lobby was the middle-aged friend
of Jorenkis with the sideburns and earrings. He stood propped on an
ornate cane with a flowing cape attached to the shoulders of his
tunic. Lisette could not remember his name (or if she’d ever been
told it).

“
Lord Drathek,” Prax-Denay
said.

Drathek wrinkled his nose with disdain
Lisette thought a little too obvious. “Oh. Hello, Prax. Jorenkis
not here then?”

“
I haven’t seen Jorenkis for
a month.”

“
Is that so? And here we
thought he was holed up with his little girlfriend.”

“
I presumed he was out
carousing with your group.”

“
No. Haven’t seen
him.”

“
Maybe he’s dead, then,”
Prax-Denay said through a smile.

Lisette stepped out of the lab. Drathek
gasped. He pointed his cane at her.

“
So it’s just been the two
of you alone here the entire month?”

Prax-Denay crossed his arms. “Are you
implying something?”

“
I damn sure am! I know
you’ve not been properly neutered. Are you going to tell me you
haven’t laid a hand on this girl?”

“
Properly neutered? You
speak of me as though I’m an animal.”

Drathek brushed past him. “Oh gods,
you’re worse than an animal.” He captured Lisette’s wrist despite
her lunging back from him. “My dear, are you well? This is quite a
deplorable situation. Jorenkis should be flogged for his
negligence. Tell me what Prax has done to you, and don’t fear
repercussions from him. You’re under the protection of Lord
Elentinus. We can get you safe, my darling.”

“
I…I’m fine.” She tried to
pull her hand free.

“
You don’t sound
fine.”

“
She always sounds like
that!” Prax-Denay said.

He turned back to yell. “Shut up, you
fiend!” He produced a kind face once again. “Tell me, has he
touched you, my dear? You needn’t be ashamed. It’s none of it your
fault.”

She shook her head. “He…no. Nothing.
Nothing’s happened.” It felt as though a giant fist were clenching
and twisting her gut.

“
You fear to speak in front
of him, don’t you?”

She continued shaking her
head.

“
It’s alright. Let’s step
outside.”

He tugged her. Lisette stayed in place,
but then he yanked. She stumbled forward. The man attempted to drag
her. Lisette pulled back with all her strength.

“
No!”

Drathek looked back at her.

Tears were already behind her eyes. Her
throat felt choked, but she forced out more words. “I like it
here.”

Drathek’s brow rose. Lisette wrenched
her arm free.

She snuffled. “You’re…interrupting our
work.”

The affronted alien placed a hand on
his chest.

“
Indeed, Lord Drathek,”
Prax-Denay said, with a look of abject hatred. “Do you want to be
the one to explain to Lord Matoranis why we’ve missed his
deadline?”

Drathek wet his lips. He considered
Lisette a moment more then set his angry glare on Prax-Denay. The
rotund man moved his face mere inches from him.

“
Listen you shit-swilling,
garbage-picking lecher! I know damn well you can’t be trusted any
further than I can throw you. She may not realize what kind of
beast has seduced her—but I do!”

“
I haven’t even breathed the
same air as her. This is a place of work.”

“
Liar! If I had a month
alone with her she’d damn sure be in my bed. You’re going to claim
an Etiken has more control than a nobleman?”