Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (25 page)

She glided forward and down through the air, a slight, slow, shifting movement… At this rate it would take an hour before she hit the floor.

An hour… Does that even mean anything, if time
itself is all messed up?

Her eyes rolled up a few gradual millimeters. Via the projected views on the walls of the ship, she could see the Enpathian ships outside, frozen in air. The shimmering of the oily shields and the Grommalacht beyond them, the thing caught in the middle of an orange-red pulse…

But no longer moving, frozen. Everything still, like a DVD on freeze-frame.

Suddenly, there was a jolt through her body, she felt herself falling fast—

Gonna smash my stupid nose, shoulda stayed in my seat why did I—

But she was caught in a grip strong, yet warm and supporting… big arms steadying her and setting her on her feet.

Gearon!
How had he moved so fast?

Her heart was pounding again at normal speed. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest to support herself, feeling the slight tickling of the hair there, warm skin and the hard muscle underneath.

“Prettiness,” he whispered. “The plan has functioned wonderfully! Thanks to you and Jessam, yes?”

“It worked?” she asked. “The time dilation reversal thingy-madoodle?”

“Indeed, most smoothly,” he said. He gestured towards the Enpathian ships outside, which were still unmoving.

“They’re frozen?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “Actually, they do not even know what is occurring. From their view, everything is normal. But time for us has been stretched out. Only inside this ship’s chambers, though, do we have the extra time.” 

“Twenty four hours?” she asked. “Seems like a long time… just to… well, you know…”

“You must also learn to pilot the ship, then, afterwards. If the Bonding succeeds.” He looked at her and looked down, and she caught him biting his lip in worry.

If it succeeds, she thought.
He’s so worried about me.

But I’ll do it Gearon. For Earth, and even moreso… For us.

“We must be started, dear one,” he told her.

“Yes, My Lord,” she told him, forcing a brave smile. She trembled slightly. “Look at me, the nervous bride before the Bonding.

Gearon slid his hand along a slight groove in the wall, and a small drawer emerged with a hiss. He reached in and drew out the soda-can sized Bonding Essence container, which he’d stowed there earlier.

He gave the container a hard twist, and it separated into two halves, like mini soda cans: one red and black, the other “can” pink and lavender. He reached out and presented the latter can—the one with the girly colors—to her.

“So this is where the Bond starts?” she asked.

“Yes, prettiness,” he nodded, meeting her gaze with a somber weight in his gorgeous violet eyes. “The process initiates when we drink this.”

Something was missing, though. She was nervous, hyped up… But she needed something more.

Sometimes we ladies DO need to hear certain words…

“So that’s it, then? You act like you’re just handing me a Diet Pepsi.”

He shook his head. “I do not understand. It is time to begin and—“

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just because we’re about to become life-mates in a time warp at the edge of a black hole doesn’t mean you can’t be a gentleman about it!”

He seemed to get her meaning. He got his knees, bowed his head deeply… The looked back up at her with a warm, steady smile on his face.

“Heather, I love you. Out of the millions of bright stars in the galaxy, you are the only one. You always were the only one, waiting for me here. If only I had found you earlier, and yet… We will do this, and make the most of the chance we have.”

Now, he reached up with his massive arm and offered the pink and lavender “can” of Bond-Essence to her as if it were a five carat diamond ring.

Maybe if we get out of this intact, he can get me a giant space diamond ring… that shoots laser beams or something.

She took the offered “can” gingerly.

“I love you so much, My Lord,” she said, “and whatever happens, I am so glad to be with you--and so glad that we have this chance.”

The container was cool in Heather’s grip. She watched as Gearon took his own “can” and ran his fingertip around the rim until the top of it glowed white briefly… And a small opening appeared in the center. He lifted the container and drank deeply, holding it high so as to make sure he swallowed it all.

Heather took a deep breath, than ran her finger around the edge of her own container, until it glowed an opening appeared in the previously seamless top of the thing. She lifted it in a silent toast…

Here’s to us, my Lord…

Then put it to her lips before she could get too nervous.

It tasted like strawberry soda, fizzy like soda pop, too… But it was thick and heavy at the same time, strangely cohesive, running down her throat like liquid mercury.

In a moment, it was gone, and she set the “can” down on the floor.

Her tummy felt a little numb, and there was a tingling, itching sensation running over her skin, like when she’d taken Percocet after dental surgery. But no violent sexual urges yet…

She looked to Gearon. Her hunky Space Lord trembled slightly, then flushed, his whole body reddening for a moment before the crimson color faded again. He sucked in a harsh breath and his violet eyes turned to her, widening as they assessed her nude, curvy body—as if he was seeing in a new light, through the filter of a new sort of hunger.

Down below, his massive manhood was also reddened, rampantly aroused--and pulsing visibly with lust.

Heather trembled… with anticipation and a little fear.

If she were
really
going to try and take him all inside of her… Bond-Essence or no… There was really only one way to proceed. It had always been awkward for her in the past, but now she didn’t feel like she had much of a choice.

Gearon’s eyes were already slitted with lust, and he was trying to push her down into the couch.

“No, My Lord, Please!” Heather raised a hand and he stopped.

Hoping he would take her lead, she tugged his hands… He followed her urgings, and she led him so that
his
back was now to the couch.

“Lay down, studboy,” she told him.

“What?” he asked, arching one eyebrow. “You are asking me to be the one
underneath?”

She nodded. “Look, we… it’s best to do it that way. Because of your size.
Cosmo
always said so.”

“Cosmo?” Gearon asked quizzically.

“An ancient and perpetual oracle of wisdom for Earth women,” she explained.

“The need burns inside me like the fire of a thousand suns, Heather. Only you can quench it. I need to join with you.” He quickly eased back onto the couch, laying his gorgeously defined body out before her. His erection stood out proud, like an obscene monument to his supreme maleness.

Like a baby arm sticking up there… Hell, maybe more like a child’s arm!

She could feel a warmth spreading over her own body now, soothing her goosebumps and nerves, a hot tingling running over and underneath her skin.

Perhaps the Bond-Essence was taking effect? That thought reassured her a bit.

She clambered up onto the couch
, positioning her legs on either side of the magnificent, throbbing, giant Mekron cock, ready for her impalement. She practically had to stand up to get high enough…

In the past, she’d had trouble with this position. Perhaps due to her weight and her belly getting in the way, or maybe because her “alignment” down there was a little off from the norm; she’d never known for sure.

But her alien hunk’s cock was so huge, she thought it should make the “aiming” process pretty easy, at least…

Gearon hissed up at her and groaned. He was flushed, biting his lower lip, already caught up in a haze of lust—she assumed the Bond-Essence was driving him into a frenzy, as he had warned it might do.

Using the thick fingers of both hands, he reached up to spread Heather’s pussy wide open for him.

The wide, domed head of his massive maleness loomed threateningly just below the opening of her sex.

Holding herself above the huge cock, Heather rubbed her erect nipples, trying to find courage in her emerging lust. She now had second thoughts about the mating, shuddering as she realized just how huge her lover’s cock was.

But I LOVE this guy, she told herself.
I want to be with him, Bond with him… Save the Earth, save the universe, that’s important but HELL, I want HIM.

I
HAVE to do this.

She placed her hands on Gearon’s chest to brace herself. She felt the hard muscle under the hot flesh, the soft man-fur there…

As Gearon reached up and guided the head of his massive organ to the lips of her pussy.

When the hot head of it touched her sensitive nether lips, she reflexively jerked and shuddered.

Was it lust, fear?

Probably both…

Gearon was shaking under her, grinding his teeth, breathing hard. She was willing to bet that he was fighting the lust, battling the urge to just thrust the whole brutal length of his cock into her.

He reached up, stroked her cheek, caressed her tender earlobe with his hot fingers.

“Life-mate, my Lady intended… You were born for this. Born for ME. You can do this.”

Born
for HIM.

Yes, she could believe that… At least, she wanted to so, soooo badly.

At that moment, a strange heat flared deep in her abdomen, like a miniature furnace of power and need.

Her pussy throbbed and clenched, and then she felt the heat spreading over her, relaxing her mind even as it tightened and strengthened the muscles of her body towards one purpose—

Bonding.

Or lovemaking, mating, good ol’
screwing…
It was all part of the same thing.

She heard an odd bestial purring… and realized it had come from her
own
throat.

So the Bond-Essence really
was
working… affecting her just as it had Gearon.

Her pussy pulsed hot with need.

Bracing herself with her hands on Gearon’s chest, she lowered her herself onto the thick head of her alien Lord’s maleness…

And her nether lips flowered slowly open around the reddened head of the massive cock, and took in its girth.

“Rrrrrrrruuughhh!” Gearon groaned as she sank down onto him.

So much pressure again… Yet this time, with the intoxicating effect of the Bond-Essence pulsing through Heather’s body, there was no pain…

It just felt very, VERY good.

And she was hungry for
more.

Gearon shifted his hips, wriggling his cock-head inside her and making her moan. She looked down and saw him grinning up at her… But then, she took a deep breath, bit his lip.

He’s fighting his lust, she thought. His instinct is to just plow into me--but he won’t hurt me.

But how long could she herself fight? In the midst of the heat there was an emptiness inside her, a yearning void that could only be filled by Gearon.

Filled by his love, his soul… and his throbbing maleness.

Gearon’s powerful hands came up, caressed her soft belly and then went higher to tug on her heavy, burning nipples—stoking the furnace of her need.

She ached so badly to have more of him inside her.

She tried to lower herself down further… Easing herself down gently, as she had been previously… But the fit was tight.

She took a deep breath.

“Countdown, big boy,” she hissed to Gearon. “One… Two… THREE!”

She jerked herself down just as Gearon, knowing what she’d intended to do, met her with a slight up-thrust.

She thought she heard a noise like a wet pop, and then the pressure and the pleasure were unbearable…

Heather thrashed her head and screamed incoherently, “Gayahhhhhh!”

“Unnnh!” Gearon grunted, his lips curled back in a bestial expression.

The wide head of the Mekron Lord’s cock was now, suddenly, inside of her body... The head, and more… Several inches of the steel-hard shaft were now embedded in her brutally stretched vagina, as well.

She reached down and she could feel so much of his manhood still outside, though.

How am I ever going to fit it ALL?, she wondered.

Gearon was breathing hard under her, the rise and fall of his powerful chest actually rocking her.

The thick shaft of man-flesh inside her burned white hot. She felt a pleasant, pulsing heat piercing through her womanhood where her lover’s phallus was skewering her…

“Prettiness… I like this… uhhh… could remain… inside you, with you… forever,” Gearon grunted. “Could be… content.”