Page 66 of Xalan Bonded
N’kal let out a whoop and lifted me by my waist, spinning me around while I giggled. “I cannot wait to start!”
And start he did! That night he could barely wait until we got through the door to our cabin. As soon as the door shut behind us, he slammed the lock into place and flashed me a sexy grin.
“You are mine now,” he purred as his eyes literally lit up. I could feel his body’s vibrations through the hardwood cabin floor. “I hope yourkashis ready for hours of pleasure. I plan on lavishing every inch of you with the attention you deserve.”
I shot him a mischievous grin of my own. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
The cabin was small, but I kept him running for a solid twenty minutes. He growled and chased after me, but I duckedand dodged, skirting around furniture and jumping over tables. He shed his clothes as he ran, almost tripping on his pant leg. Hisn’riljutted out from his pelvis, showing no signs of strain from the recent minor procedure, and by the time he tackled me on the couch, my panties were soaked in anticipation of the things to come.
I’d have to remember this game in the future.
One strong yank was all it took for him to rip off my jeans. I shrieked and struggled, pretending to resist, but my laughter gave me away. He assaulted me with kisses and nibbles on my lips, chin, and jaw while his hands worked my clit and pussy until my shrieks turned to screams. I came hard and fast, but N’kal didn’t give me a chance to recover. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and slid inside.
I gripped the arm of the couch behind me as N’kal slammed his hips into mine. His uppern’rilcoaxed yet another climax out of me before his knot swelled, making me extra sensitive. My breath came in short, shallow gasps as I struggled to keep up. N’kal was positively feral, muttering the filthiest nothings into my ear in Xalanite the whole time.
“I will fill you to overflowing,”he said.“My cum will explode out of you from how full you are. You will take my seed, and your belly will grow round with my child.”
I didn’t have a breeding kink that I was aware of, but I couldn’t deny how hot it made me.
“Yes, N’kal … breed me …”
He shuddered and came with a roar, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he rode me all the way through his orgasm, stroking himself with my pussy until he was hard again. His hands gripped my breasts and kneaded them while he fucked me. He toyed with my pert nipples, sending sparks of fire through my skin. Between us, our cum mixed together as our hips slappedinto each other. True to his word he had filled me until I was overflowing, and it was clear he wasn’t done.
When I started to whimper and whine, he talked me through an agonizingly strong climax with soft, gentle words, words that belied the strength with which he rammed into me.
“Shh, my love … Do not worry. I have you. I will always have you. Just hold on for me. Be a good girl for me. That’s it. Just a little more. I am almost done. You can do this …”
My eyes rolled back in my head as I came for the umpteenth time that night. My vision flickered, and I lost a few seconds of time. Maybe I passed out, or maybe I transcended reality for a minute. Who could say?
Finally, just when I thought he might fuck me in two, he slowed and stilled. After a few slow, steady pumps, he pulled out. I made a mental note to strip the couch cushions and wash the covers after we washed up. Good thing the intake center had a full-service laundromat on site, open twenty-four hours.
In the shower afterwards, N’kal pampered me. He lathered up a loofah and washed me from head to toe, his touch gentle, his lips peppering my skin with light kisses everywhere he went. He even shampooed my hair and massaged my scalp. Once again, I was putty in his hands.
N’kal had a surprise of his own for me, which he revealed with theatrical flourish as he turned on the news. He plopped on the couch next to me and pointed at the screen.
“Take note, Timber. This is a momentous day for the Xalanite people.”
I watched in awe as his father took center stage in a recording from Xalan. My jaw dropped when Jiinal made his announcement, and I gaped at N’kal, unable to form the words for my shock in either language.
I don’t know how or when he did it, but at some point, he convinced his father to name his older sister as the Xalanite heir.
Seela took her place at Jiinal’s side, and the stadium roared with thunderous applause.
“I—but—how …?”
My boyfriend grinned, baring his fangs.
“She is the eldest child now. It is only right.”
I stammered like an idiot for a few more seconds before my brain switched back on. “But I thought women on your planet couldn’t rule …”
“They could not. Now they can.” He beamed with pride. “I told Father about all you have done for me, about saving my life over and over again and taking Voor’s blade without a second thought to your own safety. He was so impressed by your accomplishments that it was easy to convince him that females are capable of more than we had given them credit for.”
I stroked the thin scar on his cheek, which was still something of a shock to see. It was a daily reminder of how close I came to losing him, along with the scars on his chiseled chest, but he swore they didn’t cause him any pain.
“The women of Xalan have no idea what I've stolen from them,” I said. “I'm so glad you chose me, N’kal. I couldn’t ask for a better partner in life.”
He turned his head to kiss my palm. “Nor could I. Now,” he said as he grinned and pulled me onto his lap, “speaking of partnership … let’s make a baby to take care of together.”
We really needed to Scotch Guard the couch.
The End
