Page 3 of Saved By My Alien Husband

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DELPHINE

M y eyes snapped open and, as expected, Daryl was between my legs. We hated each other’s guts, but he was a good fuck.

He looked up, his dark beard covered in my juices. For a Goody Two-shoes, his smile with my come on his face was devilish. The Organization encouraged the males to make sure their assigned female roommate for the year got regular orgasms, as it made pregnancy more likely. And Daryl was diligent at his duties.

“You finally woke up, huh? Looking for more?” he said and thrust a finger into my quim, curling up.

“Keep going,” I said with a gasp, grating my hips into his palm.

Daryl undid his waist tie and pushed his linen pants down with his other hand, freeing his engorged cock. Sure, I’d had sex with all my bunkmates since I was eighteen, but Daryl was the best at it.

With everyone on the North American continent fitting into three domes with room to spare, it was no surprise the Organization prioritized birth rates. If we weren’t all going to die, I’d have wanted a child eventually, but it all seemed sad in the world I lived in now. They take children away from their parents at age ten to go to boarding school. They teach and train us there until we are twenty-three. After that, all efforts needed to be focused on Earth’s salvation.

I think about my parents sometimes, but I try not to. I see them walking around, it’s hard to avoid them, but their priority was the mission. After I no longer needed them and my school wardens could take over, they believed their task was done. Daryl was a lot like them, mission-driven. That's why we didn't get along.

Every citizen got a bunkmate of a different sex that changed yearly, unless you got pregnant. If you only liked same-sex company, it wasn’t compulsory to fuck your bunkmate, but they certainly hoped most people would.

If you become pregnant, they will keep you with that partner for two years before asking you to try with another. Parents could still sleep around. Having a kid didn’t mean you had to be monogamous in that two-year period, but they didn’t officially assign anyone to you. Changing your partners is optional for those chosen in the savior class, of course.

You’ve got to keep the potential saviors of the world happy, right?

My parents never changed partners after having me, and they eventually got married, but I didn’t have any siblings to commiserate with.

Daryl pushed into me slowly, leaning so his head didn’t hit the top bunk. Groaning, he said, “It feels so good being with you when you are sopping wet like this. God, so good.”

I gasped when Daryl’s pelvis bone hit mine, leaning into it so my clit had more friction.

“Oh God,” I said again, thinking of Haven’s response.

I checked for you.

Imagining Haven set me over the edge, bursting for a second time.

Daryl’s rhythm changed and I knew he was almost at completion. Three punishing hip thrusts later and his seed was in my pussy, looking for a home. It wouldn’t find it. Many of the girls in my building agreed to take a special brew to prevent pregnancy. It was illegal, but with many people having difficulty getting pregnant anyway, it went undetected.

I pushed back into him, using the muscles I’ve built up in my vaginal wall to hold Daryl’s pulsing dick in place as my body milked the last drops out of him. Even if I didn’t plan on getting pregnant, he couldn’t know about it, and the penis grip strategy was something all the health teachers taught as they claimed it helped conception. That’s the only reason so many men got good at giving orgasms, that also encouraged pregnancies, and you got a terrible reputation if you didn’t follow those health class guidelines.

I’m not willing to bring kids into this hell, even if the saviors claimed they were close to a breakthrough.

They said that every year.

We caught our breath, joined for a few moments more as his hands caressed my ass. When our heartbeats settled down, he pulled out, and I stayed in bed. He climbed up to the top bunk, not bothering to put his clothes back on. We never talked unless we were having sex. He was a little older than me, already assigned to his duties as a soldier.

No one wanted to say it to their faces, but in a world where the only dangers were the elements and rabid bear-like creatures that came out at night outside our sanctuary, we didn't need soldiers. There weren’t many conflicts within our walls. Most of the time, the soldiers sat around, but occasionally someone was depressed enough about the end of the world to cause a brawl.

It was a waste of a savior title, but when he got off of his boring duty watching the dome, he liked to fuck. I didn't mind that.

He'd move on soon, our year was almost up.

Parvati meowed at me in disapproval from a tall shelf across the room, in perfect sight of everything we’d just done. I ignored her.

Laying on my back, I closed my eyes again and reached for Haven in the space between dreams. I had gotten pretty good at falling asleep on command; Haven’s presence was a motivator.

“Did you say goodbye?” Haven asked. I was naked in front of him, seed slipping out of me.

Sometimes I would show up naked while Haven was talking to other people. Even though no one else could see me, he’d still blush and ask his company to leave. “My princess is here,” he would say. It was like only I mattered.

The first few times I showed up bare by mistake. There was a lot of embarrassment while I figured out these imaginary friend rules, but Haven never made me feel like my body was less than, or something to hide. Now, I walked straight up to him, Daryl’s drippings sliding down my leg.

“You should tell him for me,” I said, standing chest-to-chest with him, breasts pressed against his shirt.

“Maybe I will,” he said, searching my face as his hand gripped my waist. “He may have kept you warm for me, princess, but once you are home with me, there will be no others. I’m almost there.”

His persistent reminder that he was coming sent a stab through my heart. He wouldn’t be. I’d be alone. And in under an hour, the Organization would conduct a brain scan and determine my place in the world.

I had no more time for games and daydreams. Tomorrow, my life would no longer be my own.

“Prove it,” I said desperately, grabbing the supple cloth of his shirt. “Prove that I’m yours. Kiss me.”

He bit his lip, considering. I hadn’t asked him since that day ten years ago. I tempted him as often as I could, coming here naked and responsive, begging for his licks, but that kiss became an intimate calling left unsaid.

If he told me no again, I don’t know how I'd be able to survive it.

“I should deny you for a little while longer,” he drawled. “But we are so close now. I was going to surprise you, but I can’t wait anymore. I’ll be there tomorrow, princess, and I don’t want to risk letting you go.”

Tomorrow? What did that mean? Would my dreams stop? Were the results of my placement the end of our friendship? Did my thinking about the day force my mind to make a choice?

“Don’t risk me,” I said. “I choose you.” Please , don’t let this be the end. If I can’t love myself enough to kiss my brain’s version of the perfect man— cool, brain, you want to ditch the whole human race— then who else would I be able to love enough?

“I don’t have the strength to say no to being chosen, not when I chose you so long ago,” he whispered huskily, leaning down.

When his lips touched mine, the zing to my heart became irreversible.

The kiss was soft, longing, gentle, and filled with so much promise that I did not know what to do, how to act, where to go. I fell into the delirium willingly, wantonly, and with reckless abandon. We continued that way for several long minutes. The time ticking down to my personality scan felt like a bomb waiting for me, counting down from ten to one in red, ominous light.

When he pulled away, I gripped his shirt, breath heaving. “Don’t stop. Don’t leave.”

“Soon, I’ll be with you every moment. You won’t be able to get rid of me,” he promised.

“Kiss me again. Keep going, please . I need you,” I whined at him. “Prove that what you feel for me is real.” His tongue was divine and his lips were magnetic, but all I cared about in this moment was what assurance he could give me.

This can't be the end.

“I can’t, princess. I won’t make love to you today,” Haven said.

“Why?” I asked breathily. What if this was the last time I saw him?

“The first time we consummate our marriage, I want it to be with you physically on this ship, not just a corporeal projection of you. It has to be real to seal our bonding. But truly,” he paused, looking up and down my nakedness, his textured hands ran up my hip, “I want you to forget every other person who has ever touched you. I want to burn away their memory. I need time and space for that.”

Please don’t go. Anxiety filled my chest in equal measure to the pleasure growing deep within me.

“Haven, is it okay if I say I love you?” I held my breath. I’d never said it before, despite how he made me feel. He wasn’t real, but the love felt true. I had to say it at least once.

“You can tell me anything you want. I’ve always loved you, Delphine. Whether or not you say it, my love remains.” He kissed me again, drawing out the heat between us. He laid me on the moss bed and I sighed into his touch.

“I love you too,” I whispered, one hand on his chest. I craved so much more, yet it felt like he gave me everything. If these were possibly our last moments together, why couldn’t I have everything?

“Touch yourself,” he demanded and licked up the column of my throat. “Give me the pleasure of smelling your arousal and knowing it belongs only to me.”

I quivered under him; he'd never been so bold before. A few licks here and there, wow , but never this. “If you want arousal, lick my cunt and I’ll lose my mind,” I said with a pant.

He growled at the idea and pushed my legs open wide with his hands, leaning over me. He kissed my lips again, one long drawn out moment that left my mind swirling. At my moan, he let me go and crawled down my body. As he licked my inner thigh, my fingers did the work, flicking my clit with such abandon they might as well have transformed into a vibrator. I let the waves of pleasure wrap me in a cocoon of longing, his tongue too far away from where I desperately wanted.

I couldn’t stop, I had to relieve the pressure, and came with a scream while his textured hands held my thighs open and his scratching tongue pulled out new sensations from me.

Stars exploded across my vision, and Daryl’s seed pushed out with a squirt. Haven wiped it away with a cloth, touching my folds. When the evidence of my previous transgression was gone, he licked again, closer and closer to the apex of my thighs but not touching it.

He licked my whole body, top to bottom, except for my fucking cunt, and when his tongue went down the space between my breasts, I moaned with delight and squirmed for more. His penetrating cat eyes told me to be patient, that he would give himself to me in just one day, but I wanted him now, now, now.

“Fuck me,” I said with a long groan.

“Soon, princess. I promise I'll be there to make love to you soon.”

Please let it be true. If ever I wanted to be wrong about a situation, it would be now.

“I have to go,” I said, pained, hearing the alarm ring in my room as if from far away. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my wife,” he said and kissed me again. “Now go, leave here smelling like me. I’ll use it to find you.”

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