Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (23 page)

“I’m… sorry, I guess?” Heather said, looking up from Gearon’s embrace, expecting Jessam to be furious. But the slim Enpathian was smiling calmly…

“Don’t be sorry, dear Heather. The Mekrons always believed in destined partners—soulmates, as you would say on your Earth. I suppose this proves them correct. And that is good.
Very, very good.
Because it gives us another option that Grommalacht has not foreseen, yes?”

Gearon shook his head. “I don’t understand, Jessam… Is this a game?”

Jessam smiled. “No, my dear Mekron, but it IS a rather splendid secret… One I kept hidden away in my mind, from Grommalacht.”

The Enpathian reached into her waist-pack and pulled out a cylinder about the size of a soda can, divided around the center by a deep groove. One end was decorated in runes of red and black, and the other end in pink and lavender.

“I’d saved this for a very long time, selfishly,” Jessam explained. “Ah, I had hoped…” She shot Gearon a long and meaningful glance. “But I am not, nor never was to be the one. YOU are, Heather. So this is my gift to you. Along with the data I am now transmitting to this ship… Gearon, you must FOLLOW the instructions I am sending you. AWAIT THE SIGNAL.”

Jessam handed the cylinder to Heather. It was heavy, like steel, but she could feel something liquid shifting inside.

“Await the signal,” Jessam repeated. “Then… the rest is up to the two of you.”

The Enpathian Commander bowed curtly to them and then, without another word, headed towards the airlock.

Heather stared at the heavy, decorated cylinder in her hands.

She looked over to Gearon to see what his reaction was… And his eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open… Until, slowly, he closed it and smiled wide.

“Gods!” he exclaimed. He grabbed Heather and kissed her deeply, his hands wrapped in her hair and his mouth sucking greedily, literally taking her breath away.

“G… Gearon,” she gasped when he finally pulled away. “What is it?”

He took the cylinder from her, held it up to the light, grinning. “Prettiness… It is HOPE. And it is meant for US. Probably the last portion left in the universe, yes?”

“But WHAT is it?” she asked him.

Leaning closer, he whispered huskily, in a tone filled with love and lust: “It’s for the Mekron mating ritual. The joining of bodies and souls… It’s the Bond-Essence!”

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Gearon fiddled around with the ship’s controls, apparently programming in whatever coordinates Jessam had given him. He’d been caught up in a feverish blur of activity since Jessam had left, reading through reams of data on the viewscreen. It had all looked like endless rows of glowing hieroglyphs to Heather…

But she hoped it was part of the plan that might save them all. Busy as he was, she hadn’t wanted to bother him with questions.

She suddenly noticed that they were moving again, ascending through the dark, bubbling waters, then rising up out of the ocean. Soon, they were above a tract of calm ocean, heading forward, flying under a ceiling of blue sky and sparse clouds.

Gearon hit the controls to make the walls of the ship opaque, the sky and ocean view replaced with the cream-colored walls and mirrored metal of the ship’s walls again.

He motioned for Heather to return to the couch upon which they’d had their earlier lovemaking session. She followed his instructions.

He gently removed the blanket which she’d had draped over her, and guided her onto her back on the soft, cushioned couch.

“This isn’t the Bonding thing already?” she asked. Though part of her wanted it to be…

He said it was
“an intense mating ritual. Violently sexual.” But with him, it could be… Mmmm.

He’s made me into such an insatiable slut for him, hasn’t he?,
she thought. The end of world is probably nigh, and yet I’m so easily distracted by his strong body, sure hands and big, bad schlong…

There was just something about Gearon, her tall, proud Space Lord. Something she couldn’t get enough of…

Sex with him was like having a delicious, salty potato chip… Rich, satisfying, and yet…
Can’t ever eat just one.

I don’t know if it’s my sexual appetite talking now, though, or my stomach,
she thought. Truthfully, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten (a little popcorn with mustard, she recalled), she didn’t even really know how much time had passed since they’d left the cinema.

And her stomach really
was
grumbling.

“My Lord,” she said, “I hate to trouble you, but I don’t suppose you have any sandwich fixings on this ship? Or maybe a strawberry yogurt, a package of space ramen noodles… Anything to eat?”

“Foodstuffs, yes?” he said, nodding. “Well… Your nutrition will be taken care of, dear one. We will make sure your soft round belly is full of caloric proteins at the same time that we fortify your body for the Bond.”

As he spoke, his hands glided over several nubs and knobs on the control panel on the wall behind the couch.

Suddenly, sticky gray tendrils shot out of a grill in the wall, becoming four rubbery tubes which attached, leech-like, to the skin of her arms and legs. Her skin tingled and burned slightly where the tubes tethered themselves. She thought she could see the tubes pulsing…

“This is what was on me before when I was unconscious, isn’t it?” she asked Gearon. “Is this some kind of I.V. or something?”

“Ivy?” he asked, confused.

“I mean… You’re pumping drugs into my bloodstream--or something like that?”

“Ahh, yes,” he nodded. “Nutrients, stimulants, proteins, minerals and reinforcing agents to help you through the Bonding.”

Another rubbery tendril emerged from the wall. This one was bubblegum pink. It shot towards her face, and before she could react—

It was in her mouth. Then, slipping down her throat.

“Guurgh!” she choked. But in a moment, she could breathe more easily…

How rude, she thought. Didn’t even ask if I wanted to swallow!

It was damn weird. She could feel the stuff pulsing in her throat. Now, it had stretched itself into a very thin cord, which was left trailing out of one corner of her mouth.

Great, she thought. Hope Gearon doesn’t mind me drooling all over the place.

She thought she could feel a faint
warmth flowing down her throat. Her hunger started to ease, and there was a slight taste like peppermint and almonds.

“Nutrition,” Gearon said, “and one last thing is needed, pretty, yes?”

Again, he fiddled with the controls on the wall. This time, another tendril emerged…

Thicker than the ones before, blue-green in color, it twisted like a serpent in midair—

--And then launched directly towards her crotch.

Before she even had a chance to protest, the blue-green tendril shot straight for her lady-parts.

Oh boy!,
she thought, stunned, in the split second before—

The “serpent” struck, jabbing smoothly into her pussy in one fluid motion, sliding inside her as if it was made of solidified oil.

There was a moment of pressure, and then… A feeling of cooling, a slight numbing. At the same time, a cool tingling spread through her lower abdomen.

“Ah… My Lord?” Heather said. “About the wall tentacles. Kinda kinky and… How shall I say… A little disturbing?” She hoped he would understand how skeeved out she was by this.

“I apologize for the intrusiveness, dear Heather,” Gearon said, stroking her forehead. “But this process is vitally necessary.”

She spread her pussy lips apart to try and get an idea of what exactly was going on down there. She could see that, once comfortably nestled inside her cooch, the tubular body of the blue-green serpent had split into numerous thinner tendrils. Some of these appeared to have taken root in the tender tissues of her vaginal passage, the thin, worm-like tendrils boring seamlessly and painlessly into the walls of her pussy.

“Umm… Gearon?” she said. “I know this is part of the plan, and I trust you, but… This is REALLY beginning to freak me out.
Seriously.”

“Ahh Heather,” he sighed, kneeling beside her. “Your body MUST be prepared for your safety. The Bonding is not to be approached lightly. It is more than just the regular pleasure-making between a man and a woman, yes? Emotions involved heavily, yes, on a primal level. But also…” He seemed to hesitate, his eyes darting away from her anxiously.

“Also
what?”
she asked. “It doesn’t sound that unpleasant, this, joining with you, love. In fact it sounds a lot like what we already did once? You’re going to be rough, is that what you’re hinting at?”

“Rough? Yes, prettiness. It can be brutally sexual. With the Bond-Essence flowing in our bodies, we will both be at the mercy of overwhelming lust and urges…”

“So you’re afraid you might hurt me?” And, she realized as she spoke, he
could
hurt her with his strength. But she also believed that he would do anything he could to avoid that outcome.

“I do not want to harm you, my beautiful one,” he whispered, stroking her cheek. “I would rather suffer a thousand years of slow torture in the Cruelty Vaults of Ja-Torin IV than cause you any passing wisp of pain. But…” he hesitated, averting his eyes again.

“But what?” she asked, her hand on his arm, squeezing in reassurance. “I trust you, My Lord, but think you need to tell me, right?”

What about this sexual Bonding thing was worrying him so much? Was it some BDSM thing, she wondered? Well, if it was, her bootalicious bottom was up to a little spanking, she supposed… Unless it was something else… She’d heard there was some weird stuff out there, who knew what an alien society could get into?

Choking fetish? Armpit sniffing? Watersports?

Please… No watersports!

Gearon sighed heavily. “It must be a
complete
mating, prettiness. For the Bond to work, you must accept ALL of me into yourself. ALL the way.” He looked meaningfully down at his crotch, where his organ, although now flaccid, still hung down at an impressive length.

Holy crap,
she thought. Now she knew why he was so nervous about this thing. She was nervous now, too.

I thought he was going to split me open before, and that was only a bit more than halfway. Maybe with time and patience, I could stretch… But we don’t have much time, do we?

“My Lord,” she said, “as emotionally and erotically satisfying as it might be to have your impressive length entirely inside me… I don’t think we could do that without rearranging my internal organs in the process.”

“Unless the Bond process can rearrange you enough to safely allow it, yes?” he looked at her with hopeful violet eyes.

“Rearrange?” Heather had a sudden image of herself with her body parts scrambled and misaligned, like some living Picasso portrait.

“Increase in
size
, I mean, lovely one,” Gearon clarified.

Heather sighed. “Great. If I go up too much more in sizes, I’ll never be able to find any cute clothes that I can afford.”

“No, pretty,” Gearon said, “I do not think you are fully understanding this. By size I mean your
scale
, yes?”

“It’s my scale I’m afraid of. Bathroom scale, anyway.”

Gearon just frowned, a slightly sad, confused look on his face.

“Ok,” Heather said, “bad joke at a bad time… But wait, by scale--you mean I might be getting
taller
, too?”

“If it works, Change of size, and change of… genome. You would say changing your DNA, yes? You will receive my genetic material during the mating.”

Heather squinted at him, confused. “You mean… I’ll get pregnant?”

“No… I mean… Well, we Mekrons do engage in procreation in the same way as humans, yes… But during the Bonding… it’s different. It’s not about reproduction, it’s a link. My specific cells will bond you to me… for life. There is no turning back. Partners forever, burning only for each other.”

“Gearon… My Lord,” she gasped. “My love… That’s what I desire more than anything. And the Mekron way… Well, I guess church weddings are overrated. Plus, knowing my redneck family, the reception would always end up as a glorified kegger party at the Sportsman’s Club anyway.”

“But,” he added. “The cells I give you will also…
change
you. If the process works. Species level change.”

“Into a Mekron, like you, I assume?” she said.

He nodded. “You would be my Lady Teague.”

“My Lady? I like the ring to that… Does the blue hair come with the package? Because I think that will work well with my complexion. It’s not that
outré, nowadays.”

He frowned. “I… do not know. The Bond has rarely been accomplished with alien females. It is supposed to be dangerous. I am fearful for you, Heather.”

She took a deep breath. “Am I scared? Yeah... But I want to save my planet, bucko… and I want
you.
Jessam seems to think I’m a candidate for this Bond-thing, anyways. She’s a cold-ass bitch, but I do believe her opinion is honest. We have to try this.”