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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Far from the rest of the world, Maria and Zepharos were living their best life together.

The bonding, though taking its time, had progressed to the point where their Infalas were tantalizingly close to matching.

It was only a matter of time now, and likely no more than a week, if not days, though the thought of them becoming even closer than they already were seemed almost impossible when they stopped to think about it.

The degree of closeness they had achieved was unbelievable, the sheer force of their love and affection so strong it was overwhelming at times. They lived as one, and it often felt as if they could almost read one another’s minds. And that wasn’t even getting into the sex.

What Darla had described of an Infala bonding was already well in the works, and they not only delighted in one another multiple times a day, they felt what the other was experiencing.

Not entirely, as could happen with a fully matched Infala, but close enough to drive them both to distraction on a regular basis, and with great enjoyment at that.

Maria had given herself totally to this man.

This impossible, marvelous alien hunk of muscle who had sworn his very life to defending her.

He’d given it all up for that oath, including his home which he now could not return to.

And he’d done it willingly, without any subterfuge or requirements.

Only his love for her had steered him to this fate, and she felt the safest and most protected she’d ever experienced.

And living in this perfect hidden refuge from the outside world they had it all.

Their home had started out as a very rustic shelter, but in the months since their decision to stay, they had slowly built a more substantial structure, gathering hefty wood, with the assistance of their beasts of burden, to fashion the base and foundation, then working together to craft walls and a roof, thatching it with reeds and leaves, creating a snug and welcoming three-walled structure, the open side looking out on the lagoon.

The temperature never dipped too low, nor did it ever grow excessively hot.

Thermals in the surrounding hills provided a base level of heat to the air that helped keep it from ever becoming cold enough to require more than the most basic of covers as they slept.

And with the heat Zepharos threw off from his fit body, Maria was more than happy to draw her warmth from him instead.

They had worked well together, the human a quick study in all ways of wilderness survival, and it was Maria who had woven the fish pens in which they kept the larger of the lagoon’s resident stock, ready for dinner when so desired.

Naturally, they would not subsist on fish alone, but Zepharos now had the opportunity to go into far greater detail about the varied and impressively healthy and nutritious plants the Dotharians had seeded the world with.

Plants whose seeds he now sowed in row upon row within the tilled soil of his handiwork, much of it dedicated to the varieties he knew Maria was particularly fond of.

Zepharos had taken it upon himself to clear a swath of land a short walk from their home in which they could raise all manner of plants.

The soil, being volcanic in origin, was incredibly rich in nutrients, and everything grew with speed and vigor, leading to a secret garden of sorts that produced more food than either of them could possibly eat.

Fortunately, Popcorn and Zippy helped in that regard, the two animals happy to be free to graze at their leisure on whatever they wanted.

Back in the Oraku village they were not allowed such leeway, the crops being designated for the entire village’s use.

But here? Here it was just the four of them, and the two animals were treated like family as much as beasts of burden.

They did, however, prefer roaming the hills to graze in the wild, sometimes spending all day up there, reveling in the warm rays of freedom’s sun until night when they would, more often than not, come back home to sit by their people, enjoying the comfort of their happy home.

Zepharos really did enjoy farming, he learned to his surprise. As a boy the idea seemed anathema to a satisfying life, but now? Now he found it fulfilling providing his woman with the bounty harvested by his own hands.

“Love, I have something for you,” he announced, crouching beside her where she sat quietly staring out at the serene lagoon, enjoying the sound of the water rippling against the shoreline.

“Oh? What is it?” she asked, turning to greet him.

The smell of him was intoxicating. He’d been working in the field again, and the arousing scent of fresh sweat from a man who ate clean and bathed in the lagoon every day was enough to set her bits aflame with desire. And he’d brought her a treat.

“Fallixia fruit. The very first ripe ones from our bushes.”

“They’re ripe?”

“Try one.”

She obliged, peeling the small tangerine-sized orb and popping the firm but gelatin-filled sections into her mouth. He’d been talking about Fallixia fruit for ages, sure she would like it, but until the crop produced its bounty, it was all supposition. Until now.

He watched with anticipation as she chewed, his eyes creasing with joy at her reaction.

“Oh my God! It’s amazing!”

“I had hoped you would enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it? I love it!” she chirped, licking her fingers clean. “Almost as much as I love you .”

She grabbed him and pulled him close, kissing him hard, their tongues dancing in the way they both enjoyed so much, sharing the sticky sweet taste of this delightful treat as they embraced.

Maria’s hunger had very quickly developed into the want of something far more substantial, and Zepharos was definitely of the same mind.

He picked her up, hefting her into his strong and capable arms easily, then jumped into the lagoon with a mighty splash, the dirt rinsing away, leaving him fresh and ready to do all manner of unspeakable things to, and with, his mate.

Maria’s hand was already in his waistband, her fingers wrapped around his girthy shaft, pulling steadily in the way she knew he enjoyed so much.

Zepharos reciprocated in kind, his dexterous fingers parting her folds, teasing her pulsating hole while sending jolts of delight through her swollen clit.

Their clothing was off in a flash, tossed ashore as they reveled in the moment.

It was perfect, the way they just knew how to touch one another.

What they both wanted. How to move and when.

And when the moment came when they could both wait no longer, she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he sloshed back ashore, carrying his love to a blanket he’d woven for her.

But he couldn’t wait, and neither could she, and they both knew it.

He lowered her as he walked, her folds pressing against the pre-cum-slicked head of his lengthy cock.

The pressure was incredible, his size pushing her open, pausing only a moment before stretching her wide as he slid into her, each of them savoring every inch of it until he bottomed out deep inside her, Maria’s clit pressed firmly against him, grinding in the most incredible way with every step he took.

“My love,” he growled, his face buried in her neck, his soft lips kissing just below her ear, teasing the sensitive flesh.

“My wonderful man,” she gasped, lifting herself then slamming back down on him with delight, relishing the feeling of him so deep and so thick, the angle pressing against her G-spot so perfectly that she feared she might come and black out from the sheer magnitude of the sensations.

But while that had been common in the early days, she had since learned to hold it back, just as he had, the two of them reading one another and edging each other until they were primed for the most powerful, body-rocking climaxes they’d ever experienced.

Zepharos lowered her onto the blanket, finally arrived at their impromptu destination, his weight on top of her as he pulled her legs up, resting them atop his arms, allowing him to go even deeper, her pelvis tilted up just right, so every thrust sent shivers through her body, his hand moving to rub her clit as he slowly eased her closer to peak ecstasy.

He moved slow and steady, firmly churning inside her, setting her belly aflame with a blazing ball of purple-sparkling bliss that she could feel spreading to her head, making her see faint stars as her orgasm grew close.

“Not yet,” he said, feeling what she was and pulling out.

“I want it,” she moaned .

“Hold it. Wait until I say,” he commanded, firm, yet loving, staring deep into her eyes.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, thrilled by the game and happy to please.

He sat up, cock rigid and gleaming, slick with their shared juices. He grabbed her with powerful hands and flipped her over, pulling her ass back toward him while gently pushing her head down until she was in the angle he wanted.

“Fuuuuuck!” she gasped as he slid inside her once more, his cock parting her wide with every thrust.

“Not yet,” he growled, speeding his pace, one hand on her low back, his thumb teasing her asshole. “Rub your clit for me, but don’t come. Wait until I say.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, reveling in today’s game. He was always able to intuit what she was in the mood for, somehow, and today this power play was hitting the spot perfectly.

She rubbed her clit, hot sensations of pleasure radiating through her belly, running down her legs and out her arms, a hot tingle growing in her head.

She felt him shudder, but he maintained his pace.

Maria smiled with delight, knowing with their bond he felt what she did and was just as close to the edge.

She could feel his cock head swell larger as his climax neared.

Soon he wouldn’t be able to hold back, and neither would she.

It was overwhelming, and it was perfect, and a minute later she knew it was time.

But he hadn’t told her to come yet, and so she held back with every last ounce of control she possessed.

He grunted, a sexy, guttural sound, then slid his thumb into her back door, pressing against his thrusting cock from inside her ass amplifying the sensations tenfold.

Maria’s head thrashed from side-to-side as she fought to hold back, but it was near-impossible, and Zepharos knew it. Knew it and felt it as well.

“Come for me,” he finally said, erupting a massive gush of hot cum deep in her pussy, his cock throbbing and twitching with every spurt, his command and release sending her over the edge in an explosion of sound and color that blinded her to the world in the most wonderful way.

She gave in to the sensations, oblivious to the outside world, riding the myriad sensations rocking both their bodies, her hearing gone, her vision as well. All that existed was her, and Zepharos, and their shared climactic bliss.

Maria gurgled something utterly incomprehensible and happy as she came over and over, her body quivering from the intensity of the chained orgasms powering through her. This was perfection. This was love.

The lovers roused from their daze some time later, splashing in the lagoon for a quick rinse, then shared a refreshing snack of fruit and veggies before taking a relaxing nap in the shade, the sun’s rays warm and radiant off the sandy shore nearby.

“Thank you,” Zepharos said, kissing the top of her head, burying his nose in her hair and breathing in her scent.

“We both enjoyed that, you know,” she chuckled.

“Oh, that is a certainty. But I meant for all of this. For this life. It’s more than I deserve, Maria, and I have you to thank for it. For all of it.”

She moved closer, sliding her head onto his chest, feeling his heart beating against her cheek. “We’re a team, you and me. And we’ll be this way for the rest of our lives.”

“I’m looking forward to every minute of it.”

“Me too,” she replied, happier than she could have ever thought possible. “Me too.”