Found: BBW Alien Lottery Romance (Warriors of Karal Book 2) (7 page)

She stirred his loins, making his cock harden. He had sat close to her, smelt her scent, listened to her soft voice, and now he wanted to taste her, kiss her, make her his. Mixed in with the need to protect her was a need to claim her. She was his female, his mate, and it was time to find out what kind of woman she was beneath her tattered grey clothes.

“Let’s go out beneath the trees,” he said. “There is a pool we can swim in.”

“A pool?” She undid her seatbelt and stood up. “On Earth there is no water source clean enough to swim in.”

“Then you will like this one.” He walked to the ramp and pressed the button, waiting patiently while it lowered to the ground.

“I have no swimsuit,” she said. “I could swim in my underwear and then let it dry, I suppose.”

“I was thinking of us swimming naked,” he said, his eyes raking her body and leaving her in no doubt what he expected. She blushed beautifully, a soft shade of pink creeping over her flesh. He longed to touch her skin and feel the heat that his fingers would bring in their wake.

“Naked,” she breathed. “I … of course.”

“I won’t hurt you, Gaia,” he said gently. Or at least her tried to make it sound gentle, but his voice caught in his throat as it constricted with a deep primal desire to throw her to the floor and make her submit to him right this minute.

“I suppose, since we are going into space together, I will have to learn to trust you.”

“As I must learn to trust you, Gaia. I am used to relying on my own kind. You are as alien to me as I am to you.”

“I understand,” she said. Then she took a deep breath, dropped her pack onto the floor—a symbolic gesture of her trust, for she had clung to her pack as if it was a safety line.

“Come. It is beautiful here.” He led the way down the ramp and across the clearing with its springy grass. She stopped and, much to his amusement, sat down, taking off her shoes and then placing her bare feet on the green grass.

“It prickles,” she said, wriggling her toes. Then she closed her eyes and stood still, taking in a deep breath. “My mom used to tell me that, years ago, you could feel the life force through the ground. As if you could connect to the Earth’s energy.”

“I can understand how you can look at the planet as if it had a life of its own,” Rikka said. “But in reality it is a lump of rock floating in space.”

“And there was me thinking you were a romantic,” she said opening her eyes and smiling at him.

The tension he had felt passed. She was different to anyone else he had ever met. Not just because she was female, but because she thought of life in a different way to him. Gaia promised laughter and light, of sunny days romping in green meadows. What scared him was he wanted to see the same light in himself, but he didn’t know if it existed.

“I do not know of your romance,” he said simply.

“Then I will teach you,” she said, running lightly across the grass towards the pool. There she stopped, staring in wonder at the water. “It’s so clear. I can see right down to the bottom. Is that a fish?”

“Yes,” he said, coming to stand next to her. “Do not be afraid, the fish will not hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid. I’ve never seen anything like it. Pictures, but not an actual fish. They don’t breathe with lungs, do they?” She knelt down on the bank of the pool, and stared at the silver fish as it darted away.

“No. They have gills.” He sat and watched her, as fascinated by her face as she was by the fish. “I heard that your planet had no animals left, but I didn’t know it was true. I thought that it was a ruse to get us to help you.”

Tears of joy shone in her eyes as she looked up at him. “No. It is not some plot to fool you. We have ruined our planet, which is why I am happy to be going with you. I wasn’t at first. But to think we could go and find a new home for humans, that they could experience the same joy, the same wonder, at being on a planet like this. Well. It makes any sacrifice I make worthwhile.”

She placed her hand on his, squeezing it while her eyes held his. That part in him that wanted to be romantic, stirred. He leaned forward and kissed her for the first time, a soft sigh escaping her lips. And in that one kiss he wondered who was surrendering to whom.

His mouth was insistent, his lips warm as they pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and leaned her body towards his, wanting to feel his life force through her skin. He was as magnificent as the silver fish, as beautiful as the arunda, and he was hers.

She pressed her hands against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, strong and rhythmical, increasing in speed as his tongue moved to explore her mouth. Content. For the first time in forever she would gladly lie down and never move again. If she died now in this moment, she would be happy. And in a way this was a death; it was the end of the old Gaia and the beginning of a new life.

His hands were on her shirt, undoing the mismatched buttons that she had sewn on to keep her shirt functional. One at a time he opened them, revealing her skin, and then the top of her grey bra. His hands roamed her flesh, making her body sing.

Rikka became more urgent, his hands almost tearing the thin fabric of her clothes as he raced to make her naked before him.
This was it
. Her head hammered the words round and round. He planned to take her, make her his. She found she wanted that too. More than anything, she wanted them to make a life, a new life, a child. How wonderful to give birth to a son who would live on this extraordinary planet.

Live in the present
, the voice in her head that sounded so much like her mom’s whispered, making her reconnect with her body and how Rikka was making her feel.

Half-naked, he had removed her shirt and now his hands fumbled with her bra, until her breast spilled out into his hands. His thick thumbs brushed her nipples, making her arch her back as she offered herself to him. Lowering his head, he kissed the tips of each one in turn until he became braver, and he used the flat of his tongue to lick the taut buds. Stabs of desire shot out from her breasts to mingle with the ache in her sex. She wanted him with every fibre of her being, and now it was her turn to drag his clothes from his body.

Clutching the hem of his T-shirt, she hauled it up over his head. His hands left her breasts. He slid back, lifting his arms so she could slide his T-shirt up over his arms. As soon as he was free of it, he bent to once more nurse on her tortured breasts. Gaia slipped her hands over his smooth skin, urging him to take her, to make love to her.

“Please,” she whispered when the need for him became too much. Her clit throbbed with such intensity, she needed some kind of relief and he was the only one capable of giving her what she craved. Who would have thought that this earth girl, who only hours ago had been filled with such reservations, would now be so easy that she was begging her alien to take her?

Rikka lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers as he sought to understand her. He was surprised. Had he been taught that she would likely be so unwilling that he might even have to force himself on her?

“I want you, Rikka. It’s why I came here. I want our child, I want to feel a new life inside me.” She slid her hand up over his thigh and found the incredible hardness of his cock. There she stroked him, up and down, squeezing him until he groaned with need.

Rikka tore her pants open, tugging them down over her hips, her panties going too, as he stripped her naked. And finally, with one upward stroke his fingers touched her clit for the first, amazing, time. Stars exploded. She closed her eyes and pictured the constellations in her head and then watched them fly apart one by one as his fingers pushed into her deeper, rougher, until he tore her innocence.

The shock was unexpected, so this was what the others had meant about it stinging. Her body contracted in defence of the invasion, and she cried out. Rikka slid his fingers out of her, a look of panic on his face.

“I have hurt you,” he said.

“No, it’s OK. But I need a minute.” Her breathing was coming in short, sharp bursts as she fought to control her panic. If he had hurt her with his fingers what would it be like when he entered her for the first time with his big alien cock?

Rikka sat back, looking worried. She couldn’t read his thoughts, and was scared she had lost him and cursed her naïve reaction. However, he had been with the sim on several occasions, and the sim had taught him there were many ways to please a woman.

“I can make it easier. I can help you relax.” He knelt before her, his hands pressing her knees apart. She wanted to draw them back together to protect herself from his gaze, but he was firm and she couldn’t fight him. She had to trust him, she reminded herself.

But when he leaned forward, his breath warm on her thigh, she wondered what the hell he was going to do. Then his mouth covered her clit, his tongue sliding out to lick the small bundle of nerves until she thought she would explode. Yet she held herself together, wanting more. So much more.

Rikka slipped one finger inside her, working it deeper inside, while his mouth licked and nipped her clit and her outer lips. Swollen, engorged with desire, her sex throbbed as he took her closer and closer to the abyss. Licking, sucking, another finger pushing inside her, to stretch her inner walls. Gaia plunged her fingers into his hair, holding his head in place and then her orgasm hit her hard.

Rikka prolonged her orgasm, his fingers probing deeper, as she came around them. Her sex clenched tighter, then released as he slid his fingers in and out, her voice rising as she came.

She wanted to beg him to stop, and beg him to continue forever, her brain lost to the confusing thoughts he drew from her. Gently he eased back, letting her come back down to earth. Her breathing was ragged, tears welling in her eyes as her orgasm passed, leaving her feeling drained.

Gaia moved, feeling the hard press of his cock against her thigh and felt guilty that he had not satisfied himself, but had made sure she had felt a wonderful release. She moved her hand, touching him, but he stopped her.

“Let’s swim first,” he said and moved away, taking his clothes off so she could gaze on his wonderful body. And his big, hard cock. Wow. It was a different shape to what she had expected, the shaft covered in hard ridges, while the head was large, bulbous, and engorged with blood. She swallowed down her panic. Other Earth woman had been able to accommodate a Karalian, so why shouldn’t she?

Still she was glad to put off having him inside her. Swimming in the pool was just what she needed.

The water was so cold on her heated skin. It took her breath away. And then she realised she could stand up, and disappeared under the water. Kicking, splashing, she panicked as the water filled her lungs. And then he was there, holding her, lifting her out of danger.

“Can’t you swim?” he asked, sounding annoyed.

“No. Never learned. I never thought … I’m sorry.” She rested her head on his chest, and said, “I have so much to learn. I feel like a child again.”

“I think we both have a lot to learn,” he said, holding her close as he kept them both afloat.

“I’m glad you’re mine, Rikka. I was scared, but we can make this work, can’t we?” she asked in a small voice, the chill of the water making her teeth chatter.

“Yes. I think we can,” he said. And then he hesitated and said, “I am glad you are mine too, Gaia.”

His words warmed her, while around her the silver fish danced in the cold clear pool. Maybe she ought to pinch herself to check she wasn’t dreaming. At that moment, she felt her mom’s spirit around her and knew she was blessed.

He lifted her from the water, laying her down on her back on the soft grass. His body hovered over hers, and she opened her thighs, allowing him to nestle between them. They were moving as one as though they had been together for their whole lives instead of strangers who had just met.

Rikka moved forward, the head of his cock big as it brushed against her inner walls. She tensed. He stopped and kissed her lips, then down her neck and finally he kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples until she was writhing beneath him.

He pushed in deeper, feeling her inner walls gripping him, tight as he invaded her. Pulling back, he felt her relax, and then he lunged forward, thrusting into her sex. Her back arched, and he moved back again, and then inched further forward inside her. Over and over, he patiently took her, his body tense with concentration. He had to keep himself tightly controlled or else he would hurt her by taking her too quickly.

Empty and full. Tight and then yielding, she slowly accepted him. Her nails dug into his back, and his colours rose to meet the places on his skin where her fingers touched him. The more his climax grew in intensity, the more his colours became out of control.

When he lifted his head and looked at her, he saw the wonder in her eyes, and in those eyes he saw himself reflected. Reds and golds, like soft clouds, floated across his face. With each hard thrust, stars burst out, little pinpricks of blue and green. She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his, and he felt the static electricity between them as they met.

His body was alive with a power he had never experienced, and it would be so easy to fall in to her way of thinking, to see himself as connected to the cosmos in some small way. Yet that was a thing of the imagination and dreams and he was a warrior, cast in a role that begged him to live in reality, in a world of science and math.

Harder, deeper, he took her, casting aside those stupid feelings she evoked in him. This was what he was, a male of his species whose sole aim was to procreate with a female from another planet. There didn’t have to be anything else between them, but as his climax was reached, his cock swelled, held in place so his seed would pump deep into her womb, he had to fight hard not to see the miracle of life, the creation of life, which was perhaps happening right now.

For surely conceiving a child was a miracle. That the two of them could fit together so perfectly that a new being, a child in his image, could be made, had to be some gift from a greater power.