Bride Games: (Alien's Bride) Page 8

  Lysanter touched his tongue to hers. The connection of their mouths grew even deeper, and now the heat within her grew sensual. Lysanter’s every movement was calculated, but strained. He forced his hands to be gentle while caressing the soft flesh of her throat.

  His cock connected timidly against her stomach. Lenora opened her eyes, but then she let herself succumb once again to his mouth. The hot organ glanced over her belly, tickling her and making her flinch. Then it moved lower, to stroke her delicate inner thighs. It came near enough to her sex to brush her pubic hair.

  Lysanter kept joining their mouths while testing her neither region. She had her legs parted and forced herself not to jolt. The play was exotic, but bizarrely tantalizing. Soon her toes were curling and she tipped her pelvis toward the organ. It nudged the outer hood of her sex. Lenora’s breath caught.

  He pulled away from her mouth to lavish her neck with kisses instead. His hot lips made her flesh tingle. He cupped her breast with one hand, palmed it, then tickled the perked nub. Lenora’s breaths came faster. Her skin came alive with his every touch. It made her thighs squirm and there was already wetness in her sex. Lysanter worked his mouth lower with soft kisses until he could take her other nipple into his mouth. He nipped and sucked that most tender flesh while his fingers plucked at the other side.

  Lenora gripped the sheet beneath her. Why was she so viciously sensitive? Lysanter was making her stomach tremble. She hadn’t always been this way, had she? But then, had she ever had such a skilled lover?

  Lysanter’s cock mashed against her sex.

  “Oh…”

  The powerful organ pressed against her slit and then rubbed up and down her slick labia. Her clitoris was tugged and compressed. Lenora tried to close her legs without thinking. The pleasure had come on suddenly and was amplified by the teasing of her nipples. She squeezed her eyes closed and grimaced. Lysanter was unrelenting. His cock became slippery with her juices.

  She could hear his breathing growing louder. He ceased playing with her breasts to brace himself on either side of her. Now he thrust his pelvis so the underside of his cock barraged her sex. Gentle rubbing turned to riotous grinding. Lenora dug her splayed fingers into his shoulders. The simulated intercourse hurtled her toward pre-orgasmic bliss. Her sex buzzed inside with prickly nodes of ecstasy. Lysanter continued his steady assault. He grunted with every plunge against her.

  “Ah…Lysanter—!”

  “Urgh!”

  She could feel his seed spilling on her belly. Lysanter’s teeth started chattering. He still battered her sex with furious gusto. Lenora felt her insides tighten and then contract. Ecstatic convulsions made her stomach muscles clench, and her shoulders lifted from the bed. Lysanter was still rubbing against her while in a pleasure trance of his own. Her orgasm was drawn out, lengthened. Her muscles stayed tense through every ticklish spasm.

  Then he ceased and lowered to kiss her again. Lenora felt like she was spinning in the aftermath. Her sex still throbbed with tingling pleasure.

  When Lysanter broke their mouths he attached his lips directly onto her nipple. Lenora gasped. He now sucked on the flesh hard enough to tug her breast. He moved his mouth from side to side, reddening her nipples and making them glisten. Her breath caught with every searing kiss. He lowered his hand over her body, drawing goose pimples on her ticklish flanks and making her stomach twitch. His hand came between her thighs. The hot wet mound was agitated once again by his swirling palm.

  Lenora craned back her neck. “Oh my God.”

  Her sex was sensitized enough for her to jolt as his fingers penetrated her. He pried only two fingers inside, but even this her body had to adjust to. They curled within her while he continued to suck on her delicate breasts. She clenched her passage involuntarily—he’d awakened her to so much stimulation. The pads of his fingers mashed an especially tender place inside her. She clamped her legs, but without strength. He continued the deft torment inside her.

  Lysanter’s thumb brushed her clitoris.

  “Ah!”

  He worked a third finger into her while making whisper soft contact with her clit. Lenora began to writhe. Her anus clenched and her clitoris felt like it buzzed with each gossamer touch. Lysanter was already coaxing her toward her second orgasm.

  “You’re so sexy, Lenora,” he whispered against her breast.

  She made a sound close to a whimper. “You’re…going to make me…”

  Lysanter responded by rotating his strong wrist. His three fingers made powerful oscillations against her tender inside wall. Lenora’s leg muscles tightened. His thumb came down against her clit, making gentle but direct contact against the insanely tender knot. She craned her neck back once more. Her breathing came as desperate shallow gasps. He brought her to the brink once again. The whole of her pelvis felt like it pulsated. He continued to rhythmically masturbate her. Her orgasm was coming. He had only to keep rubbing just so. She feared the loss of control she’d share with him. Still for desperately long moments she remained on the precipice. The ache of prickly hot pleasure remained deep inside. Her thighs began to quiver. She knew…just a moment more.

  “Ahh!”

  Now Lenora gave a true whimper. He was still devastating her sex with his strong hand. She knew he could feel her convulsions squeezing his fingers. They came in staggered succession, each clenching with mind-deadening pleasure, then releasing. Lysanter continued rubbing her clit and insides. He coaxed the tumultuous spasms from her for over a minute. Her stomach cramped, and yet, her body continued barraging her with exquisite pleasure.

  “St—stop…I can’t…”

  He removed his hand. Lenora crashed back on the mattress and gasped for breath. Her whole body quaked now. She still pulsed inside and her nipples stood painfully erect.

  The tip of Lysanter’s cock came against her sex.

  Lenora moaned again. Of course this would come next, but pleasure had given her amnesia. Her insides were so lit up, she dreaded even more fierce sensation.

  The huge round end of his organ poked against her wetness. She felt him pushing with frightening pressure. Only the corona breached her. Lysanter took her hand and kissed it.

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

  He pushed with enough strength for his muscles to grow defined. The massive organ popped into her.

  “Mmph!”

  He kissed her cheek. “Are you—?”

  “I said don’t stop.”

  He joined their lips together.

  Lysanter worked himself into her with slow careful thrusts. She felt stretched, but not in pain. After just moments she couldn’t believe her arousal was growing urgent once again. His organ mashed her g-spot while filling her exquisitely. Her breath became shallow.

  “Ah…like that.”

  “Lenora?”

  “Oh my God.”

  “You’re amazing.”

  He thrust at a steady rhythm, repeating the performance of his hand. Lenora splayed her legs to hitch her ankles around him. He had her buzzing with pleasure from within. Her face became a contorted mask and the whimpering started once again.

  “Ohh—ngh! Lysanter!”

  He thrust faster. His back now heaved with staggered breaths of his own. She heard a clattering and realized he was chattering his teeth again. As he pushed into her he grunted and chattered while still maintaining control. His face looked in agony.

  Lenora orgasmed suddenly. She made soft noises through her body’s renewed convulsions. How in the world…? Lysanter might not have noticed for his own ecstasy. His grunts grew louder. Then he made a something like a growl. His organ pulsated inside her. She saw his arms begin to lose strength. A sound was stuck deep in his throat, which failed to exit. One drop of seed trickled out of her, then another. Finally, Lysanter withdrew his member.

  Lenora let out a deep breath. She’d be sore tomorrow, but not terribly so. Hopefully she could still compete. She was lost in co
nsideration of this when Lysanter plucked her up and positioned her onto her knees. He moved to penetrate her from behind.

  Her eyes became wide as saucers. “What are you doing?”

  He leaned over her back to kiss her. “Once more. Please, Lenora.”

  She swallowed hard, but remained braced for him. His cock found its way back into her sex with no need of a guiding hand. He resumed plunging into her.

  Lenora felt certain she couldn’t orgasm again. Lysanter took so long, however, the prickly ecstasy built up once again. She came hard enough to have trouble staying propped on her hands and knees. Lysanter followed minutes after. His seed was as copious as the prior two times.

  After this he finally withdrew for good. He urged her down onto the bed beside him and cuddled near. Lenora helped him cover them in the blankets. She wished to process what had happened, and the challenge before her, but was exhausted. In moments she fell into the deepest sleep she’d ever known.

  ***

  The next morning she woke to his gentle kisses on her bare shoulder. Morning amnesia kept her from panic for two seconds, then she realized what had happened. Before she could think about that she realized it was morning.

  She sat up. “What time is it? When am I competing?”

  Lysanter smiled at her. “You’ve an hour or so. Don’t worry. It doesn’t matter if you’re late.”

  “It doesn’t?”

  “You and Vivian are the only competitors left anyway.”

  Her brow furrowed. “Oh.” She gathered a sheet around her. “I’d still like to shower and try to eat something.”

  Lysanter caught her arm. “Wait. Please.”

  She lowered back beside him.

  “Hester must come and take our marriage record.”

  Lenora blinked. “Our what?”

  “The photo of us in bed together—to prove we’ve completed the marriage rite.”

  She sat up again. “Marriage rite? What are you talking about?”

  Lysanter sat up with a look of concern. “You…didn’t know?”

  “Know what?”

  He gestured to the bed. “This was our marriage rite. Our coupling. We’re husband and wife now.”

  “No we’re not. I didn’t perform any rite with you. We just had sex.”

  “Just…had sex.” He sounded both incredulous and insulted. “Lenora—you gave yourself to me.”

  Lenora placed her face in her hand. “Look…it was a wonderful thing for what it was. But it doesn’t mean we’re married.”

  “In my culture it does.”

  “In mine it doesn’t! I wouldn’t have done it if I knew that. I was just trying to take care of you after I—oh my God.”

  His face became pained. “You still don’t want to be with me?”

  She shook her head.

  “Why? Why, Lenora? Vivian will be taken care of. I told you this. And you know what you heard about us was a myth.” He turned away from her, stricken. “There’s a connection between us. You can’t deny it. That will only grow if you’d give it time. Why can’t you stay with me?”

  Lenora felt like crying again. She stared at the blankets and tried to find an answer.

  “This is a really fancy world,” she said, forcing the words past a lump in her throat, “And, in every practical sense, you’re a king. What doesn’t fit in this puzzle is me. Oh, sure, I could play along for a while. I could act like I was meant to be here with someone like you. But that’s all it would be. An act. Things would come apart eventually. Sometimes people get broken beyond repair. I’ll be miserable. You’ll be miserable. And the worse thing is, I don’t think you’d ever divorce me. You’d just keep trying. Trying and failing and wondering why.” She shook her head. “No, Lysanter. This isn’t the place for me. I need to go back to the woods. Survival. That’s what I know. That’s where my safe place is. Where I can’t hurt anyone and no one can hurt me.” She made a long, shuddering sigh. “I’m poison, Lysanter. The kindest thing I could do for you is walk away.”

  When she looked at him she saw his eyes gleaming with burgeoning tears.

  “I’m not enough for you?” he said.

  Lenora looked at him in disbelief. “That’s not it at all. Didn’t you hear me? I’m the one—“

  “You think I’m not enough to help you overcome the horrors you suffered at the hands of Sergeant Hastings?”

  The name caused a shiver down her spine. Her spit became as thick as mud. She had to cough in order to speak again.

  “What do you know about that?”

  “He was obsessed with you. When the Instajants invaded he made certain he ran with you. You hid in the sewers with him for months. He abused you, didn’t he? And raped you.”

  Lenora gave a tearful laugh. “Is that all you know? You think you really have any idea?”

  “Tell me, Lenora.”

  She considered this. She’d never told anyone in her life, but if he knew he would let her go. That’s what she wanted, right? To leave him. To struggle on her own.

  She grimaced. Of course not. She wanted to be an innocent princess like Vivian, and get to marry her Prince Charming. To be happy without any of the poison inside her ever bubbling up.

  She was a fool.

  “Hastings was a lunatic. At first we were cordial and I had to accept the special treatment he was giving me because he was my commanding officer. It didn’t take long for me to despise him. He was driving a truck in our convoy. I was in the front seat. A cat ran across the road in front of us. He swerved the damn truck in order to hit it. Then he turned and laughed and said, ‘I hate cats.’ I was so disgusted I wanted nothing to do with him. This only made him want me. He showed up in the barracks and tried to drag me into an office with him. When I actually got sexual harassment charges to stick on him our vendetta became personal. He badmouthed me to every officer he could to try and keep me from being promoted. Then he started orchestrated transfers to get me back into his unit. Every time I got a transfer order I knew he was behind it. I fought, and fought, and the war just got worse. I finally gave up and let myself get transferred because there were bigger things to worry about. As far as Hastings was concerned the only issue was that I wasn’t sleeping with him. It was as if he’d gone completely insane since I last saw him. He put me in the front line to fight the Instajants with him, even though this was prohibited with women. Everything had fallen apart by then. No one was there to check him. When he saw that the Instajants were impervious to our weapons and moved faster than the eye could see, he handcuffed me to him and ran into a rain gutter. He had a pack of provisions with him. It had been his plan all along.

  “We found a mother and her toddler and I made him take them with us into the sewers. The child was constantly screaming. She didn’t last more than two nights before Hastings…smothered her.” Lenora grimaced. “He claimed he had to do it. The Instajants would hear her and find us otherwise. The mother railed against him. He almost shot her, but I pushed up his gun. After that we were on our own.

  “Yes he raped me. He raped me until—until he didn’t have to anymore. Until I was his mindless subordinate soldier. Yes, sir. No, sir. Our wrists were bloody messes due to the cuffs. I kept having to fight infection. He wouldn’t take them off us, even for a second.

  “He started ranting about survival. Survival. That’s all that mattered. It didn’t matter what you ate, who you killed, or what you endured. Survival was the only thing. ‘Kill that rat. Break its neck. Its life don’t matter. You want to survive, don’t you?’ That was his mantra and it infected my brain. If I could make myself an animal that really did only care about base things like survival then things would be easier. I ate garbage and slept in filth. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t a human anymore. I was just the dog who belonged to Sergeant Hastings. That’s what he turned me into.

  “We would hear those things’ legs scraping over the sewer caps. They prowled everywhere looking for bodies to infect. People to turn into zombies. Never dying, just retaini
ng consciousness while no longer having control over your own body. It was a fate worse than death. Giving up to them wouldn’t end your misery. It would extend it for the rest of your life. Anything was better than that, even becoming a subhuman.

  “The scratching stopped eventually. When your robots opened all the manholes and none of the Instajants fell down we knew for sure they were gone. I wanted to give up and get the vaccine. That way I could escape him. I couldn’t imagine an existence worse than what I’d had then. Hastings still wouldn’t let me go. He said now we were running from the Dak-Hiliah. We would be running forever. I couldn’t handle that. I felt the last bit of my sanity slip away.”

  Lenora’s voice turned trance-like. “That first night, when we knew for sure the Instajants were gone, Hastings slept with his gun in his holster instead of clutching it to his chest. What I did next—it wasn’t me. I felt like I’d left my body and had become a spectator. I worked the gun out of his holster. Slowly, carefully. Then I clicked off the safety as quietly as I could, pointed it to his temple, and…” Tears streaked down her face. She thought she could say it. The words remained choked inside her.

  Lysanter brought an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him. Now the tears came in earnest. Her body became wracked with sobs. Lysanter held her tight and soothed her trembling back.

  “Good for you, Lenora.”

  “No…I…I killed a man in cold blood. I blew his brains out. I didn’t even…didn’t even hesitate. It was for survival. Fucking survival.”

  “You should never have suffered like that. You didn’t deserve it, Lenora. But that man—he deserved to die. He killed a child and almost killed a woman. He would have killed you in the end if you hadn’t freed yourself. Don’t you see that now? Now that you can look back with a clear head? Stop punishing yourself.” He pulled her back and looked into her eyes. “Lenora—you deserve to be happy.”

  She snuffled. “I don’t even deserve to be around civilized people. Not after what I did—what he turned me into.”

  “That’s not true and you know it. All I’ve seen is a loving caring woman willing to do anything to protect her friend.”