Page 11 of Saved By My Alien Husband

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DELPHINE

H e spread my legs up and back until he could place them on his shoulders. As he did, the weight of him laid heavy between us. My heart raced, anticipation coursing through me as each beat thrummed. I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped my throat. With that encouragement, he leaned more of his weight into me, his cock heavy and glistening on my stomach.

I didn't think my hamstrings needed to be more flexible for this activity, but I didn't know much about what his body could do to mine.

“I'm going to hold here for a minute, okay?” he murmured, dipping down to capture my mouth.

Our kisses were unhurried, our breaths blending together. The room seemed darker when my eyes fluttered open again, despite there being no window. My cheeks warm, I whispered, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Good,” he said, moving his hips so his cock rubbed against my clit and folds. “There are many things I want to do to you.”

His knot, that mysterious part of him I'd never seen on a male before, lay pressure on my entrance with each grind. I leaned into it, tilting my pelvis up. As it bumped me, I felt what he must have wanted me to. A pressure, like my edges were being massaged. Was this the stretch he meant?

Flustered, I blurted, “How do you know what to do?”

He was a virgin, saving himself for me and our first kiss. How was he so good at driving me crazy?

“Our education, of course,” he said, repositioning himself.

His left forearm kept my legs down, and his right reached down, rubbing my inner lips as the bulb continued to press against me. It hurt slightly, but not in a bad way.

“Once we are of age, we attend sex classes. Married couples volunteer to demonstrate, and we use simulation dolls to follow along,” he explained calmly, as if he were explaining something about the ship and not that he studied fucking for several years. “So we are ready when we get married.”

That was a lot of surprising information packed into three sentences.

Haven noticed my surprised expression and chuckled. “Don't worry, princess. You may have been with many men and had your practice that way, but I assure you I am up to the task. I've been dreaming and planning how I'd make love to you for years.”

“But when?” I asked, breathing heavily. “I saw you daily.”

He smirked. “I planned my classes around your sleeping patterns.” His voice drawled as he dipped a finger in, rubbing my bottom walls.

There was so much I wanted to ask, but his tail reached to stroke his cock and I lost all words at the sight. His hands continued to push and stretch me, while his tail stroked himself. While he prepared me, he overwhelmed my senses by thumbing my clit. Under his weight, I trembled, feeling a tingling sensation running through me as I arched my back. My gaze found the ceiling, the world of stars and planets blurring as I approached another orgasm.

“I'm ready, please, please ,” I pleaded. Was it possible to be tortured with pleasure? It felt like it had been at least an hour and my new alien husband had yet to gift me with the piece of him that was now second-most interesting after his heart. God damn, with his tail able to move and hold, there was so much he could do.

“No, you're not,” he said. “But we'll get there.”

His tail stroked from the base to the head of his cock, then lined it up to me. As he pushed in a centimeter at a time, I whimpered. His hands moved over me simultaneously, a heavy ache settling in me. Tears threatened to spill if he didn't fuck me soon.

I was so stimulated it was almost painful. Whimpering, I felt the first inch of him so acutely. I've had a few big guys before, but this was different. “More, please, faster. I can't take it.”

“We are getting there, Delphine. Be patient,” he crooned.

When he finally filled me, I lost touch of who I was as my body's sensations took over any conscious thought.

Pausing, he waited for me to adjust. Looking between us, I swore I could see the outline of him through my skin, but that must be my imagination. We breathed together for a minute, our panting filling the room as our eyes sought each other. Something passed between us, our bodies joined, consummating our marriage.

His knot sat on the outside, adding pressure to my entrance. Slowly, he circled his hips, the knot rubbing against me.

“Are you alright?” Haven asked, a crack in his voice.

I reached for his hand, taking it in mine. “Never better.”

He closed his eyes and moaned with me as he pulled out and pushed in. It was slow at first, then grew faster and faster. With each stroke, his knot pushed closer, growing harder.

Haven asked, “Are you ready for the rest of me?”

“This isn't all of it?” My eyes widened as he pushed again, his knot bumping and pushing.

“No, my princess. You have to take my knot too.”

How? How? “Give it to me,” I said, turned wild by what he claimed was possible but didn't seem logical. Would I even be able to walk after this? Would we need to schedule sex days so that I had time to recover the next day?

He was feral, black eyes seeming to eat me up as he bent forward and nuzzled my neck. Whispering, he said, “Hold on to me.”

I listened, wrapping my hands around his back, as he started to thrust in and out, faster than before. With each finishing thrust, his knot would push against me with force, trying to find its way through my walls. I panted against him, crying out with each hit and the building pressure.

Haven grazed his teeth across my skin and then bit down, holding my shoulder in place as I crumbled again beneath him. Mid-orgasm, he grew faster, and with a pop, his knot forced its way inside me. It was like a punishment, a combination of pleasure and pain I'd never experienced before.

I knew now why he had to get me ready with multiple orgasms. We were practically suctioned together, and without all the fluid between us and the loose muscles from my orgasms, I don't know how he'd fit. There was no way for us to part until his body let us.

He came with a roar, his knot hardening impossibly more within me. When he finished, his hips kept a gentle rock. Even though the movements were slight, as we had little room between our connected bodies. My husband circled lightly against me, and it felt like I was being rocked.

“Have I pleased you, wife?” Haven asked in a rough whisper, licking up my neck and the spot he bit.

I turned my face so he'd have to abandon my neck. Our eyes met.

“Did I hurt you?” my husband asked.

“Yes, but I liked it,” I said, knowing he wouldn't judge me for it.

“Now that we've consummated, I can keep my knot out the next time, if that hurt too much,” he said, stroking my sweaty hair. “I don't want to push you too far. Our bodies are different.”

“No, I loved it. Keep knotting me, unless we have to do a quickie,” I reassured him. “I'll let you know if I ever need a break from it. Can you turn us over, so I can be on top of you?”

“Anything, princess,” he said. “Hold on.”

He lifted up so he was kneeling on the bed. My body slid slightly against him, clit rubbing against his pelvis where we connected.

I gasped, face buried in his neck. I was so sensitive. How could my body still feel like it was on fire after all we'd already done?

“You like that?” he asked

Nodding against him, I couldn't speak.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting his hands under my ass. He kneaded my soft skin and spread my cheeks, gaining leverage he lifted me up and down, as much as his knot would allow. I shook, my limbs like jello, not even realizing it was possible for my body to feel so much.

I could get addicted to this.

When I calmed down again, Haven granted my request, and lay down so that I was on top. I felt like a worm, boneless, as I lay flat against him, trying to catch my breath. Peace settled over me, like nothing else mattered in the world and all my anxieties were gone.

“How long do we stay locked again?” I mumbled against his skin, spent but serene.

“Half an hour more,” he answered, running gentle touches up and down my spine. He kissed the top of my head and I felt safe. Safer than I have ever felt before with a man.

“That was something else,” I said, not knowing how else to describe it.

“A good something else?” he asked. He seemed strained, worried even. I forgot for a moment that this was his first time, and that despite his confidence, he may need some reassurance.

“Definitely good. Maybe too good,” I said. “I feel like I'll need to eat more food to keep my energy up if we do that often.”

“I can guarantee we'll be doing this often,” Haven said, his tail swiping up to caress my ass.

I hummed in satisfaction, my body delighting in the idea of what he could do to me. “So this was better than the dolls?” I asked, mirth in my voice.

His hands that ran up and down my back stilled. “You are going to have a lot of questions about that, aren't you?”

“You have no idea how much you are going to have to talk about that. Maybe even a demonstration. I want to see this doll.”

His laugh rumbled his chest.

Smiling against him, I felt like I was home.