Possessive Alien’s Mate by Luna Hunter

Chapter Fourteen

Thiray

“This is it?”Viliana asks.

“This is it.”

I take my place in the Needle and pat my lap. It’s a single-seater. The only place for Viliana to sit will be parked right on top of me.

She climbs into the vessel, grabbing my hand for support. She nestles her way into my lap, her soft ass pressing down right on my cock. The poison has dulled my senses somewhat, but the feeling of her body against mine evokes a reaction so strong that no toxin will be able to stop it.

The see-through canopy closes over our heads.

I grab the control stick, my finger hovering over the launch control.

“Ready?” I breathe into her neck. “You can get out now.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Her hands rest on mine. “Is this the right button?”

“Yes.”

Viliana presses it for me.

The bay doors open and we’re dropped into space. Viliana screams as the engines kick in and we shoot off, our little ship rapidly approaching the speed of light. We’re pushed back into the seat, our bodies smushed together, her softness all over me. I wrap my arms around her protectively.

“I have you,” I say. “Do not worry.”

I breathe in her scent, my mouth watering at the prospect of kissing the back of her neck. Warmth radiates from her body, filling the entire cabin.

The stars outside our window turn to streaks of bright light, and as we acclimatize to the intense speeds, Viliana sighs a breath of relief.

“That was intense. What happens now?”

“We must travel for two full days.”

“Two days? That’s a long time without any snack breaks… or bathroom breaks…”

“There’s an exhaust port right here.”

“Uhm, hard pass.”

I can’t help but chuckle. Humans and their modesty.

“There’s a small space in the back, if you prefer more privacy. I can lower the seat.”

I press the right button and the seat lowers and the legs fold out. It is now possible to slide to a small room in the back which has a small replicator and waste disposal facility.

“Oh, this is much more comfortable,” Viliana says as she stretches herself out on top of me and lays her head on my chest.

I hold her as we watch the stars pass by, the whole world silent except for the silent humming of the ship’s engine and our breathing. It’s just us two in the universe for now.

This must be life as Yssadril intended.

“What did you mean earlier?” Viliana asks after a moment of silence. “Something about pleading my case? I didn’t understand what you meant.”

I breathe through my nose. There’s a lot about my kind that will be hard for Viliana to grasp fully. She is human, her lifespan is finite, a mere blip in the universe’s billion-year long history… while we Thaana are eternal. We live for millennia, Yssadril blessing us with its energy, prolonging our lives indefinitely… until we return to the energy stream when we so choose, ready to be born again, hundreds or thousands of years later, when Yssadril calls on us again.

That is how we have always lived. That is our way. And despite me coming up on my 13th century, I have never felt as alive then when I have the human in my arms. Every second with her is worth more than ten years spent without her.

I have kept much from her. I did not want to alienate her, to stress our differences, to make our bond seem illogical, unobtainable, impossible. I have done my best to protect her from myself.

And despite all my best efforts, she has found her way onto my ship and into my arms, and now we’re headed to my homeworld.

Where visitors are strictly forbidden.

“My people prefer not to involve themselves in the struggles of the universe,” I explain.

“The Thaana are neutral?”

I nod. “You could say that. We protect the Balance, and keep a long view of history. Empires come and go, rise and fall, and we watch from a distance.”

“Okay. What does that have to do with me?”

“I think that time for neutrality is coming to an end,” I say. “The Uttux are too powerful, their crimes too great. We Thaana cannot stand on the sidelines and watch them destroy worlds and enslave peoples and call ourselves neutral. We have to choose a side.”

I nuzzle the back of her neck and take a deep breath. These next few words I have been debating silently for weeks, if not months.

“I choose humanity. I choose you, farlin.”

Viliana rolls over and looks me in the eye. Her soft hands rest on my cheeks, her brown eyes filled with concern.

“Are you sure, Thiray?” She asks. “What you’re saying… it sounds really big. Your people, will they follow you?”

That is the question. They will not. They will resist, they will cling to their ways, they will brandish me a traitor. They might even sever my connection to Yssadril, rendering me mortal.

It will have been worth it.

“We will see,” I say as I pull her down and kiss her deeply.

She returns my kiss, melting into my arms. My hands hike up her dress. I savor the feeling of her soft ass in my firm hands. My fingers dig into her skin, my cock growing hard — my bulge pressing right between her legs, even with my pants in the way.

“You need to rest,” she moans between kisses. “You’re not well, remember?”

“This is how I rest,” I say as I reach down, unbutton my pants, and slide them down my hips. My hard cock now rests against the soft fabric of her panties, throbbing heavily. Every pulse makes Viliana’s body tremble with pleasure. She bites her bottom lip as she slides herself up and down my length, teasing the both of us.

I pull her dress off and she removes her bra, baring her beautiful body to me. My silver hands move to her pale breasts, her hard nipples standing at attention instantly. I squeeze, touch and feel her as she grinds on my lap, the scent of her juices filling the cabin, making my cock throb harder and harder.

She leans down and I kiss her, my fangs nipping her bottom lip. The human female slips her thumbs into her wet panties and slides them down her luscious hips. The wonderful scent overwhelms me, activating my most primal instincts.

Viliana straddles me, her wet lips sliding up my length.

“I love the way your lips grip me, my little human,” I growl.

I grab her ass tightly and lift her up, placing the head of my spear at her entrance. I slowly lower her down on my cock as I study her face, memorizing every last detail. Viliana gasps. Her mouth hangs open. Her eyes roll back. She moans with pleasure, a deep, pleasant, perfect sound.

My big, ridged cock slides into her, inch by inch, until I’ve lowered her all the way down and I’m buried to the hilt inside my human.

“I love your cunt,” I growl through clenched teeth.

I want nothing more than to make her bounce on my cock, to watch her tits jiggle, to hear her moan my name and beg for mercy… but I must ease into it, and let her adjust to my length and width.

Viliana arches her back, her eyes rolling away as I flex my cock. “Oh, Thiray,” she moans.

I flex my cock, soliciting a lewd moan from her hot lips. I go slowly at first, picking up the pace with each subsequent thrust. I go harder and fast with a steady rhythm, my hands scouring her body, squeezing, feeling, groping.

Soon I’m hammering her tight human pussy.

Both our bodies are coated in a light gleam of sweat. Her small hands rest on my tatted chest, holding on for dear life as I give her the ride of a lifetime. My tattoos light up and shimmer faintly as energy courses through my veins. I squeeze her tits as I pound her round, perfect ass, my fingers tweaking her hard nipples, and through the haze of lust and pleasure and sex, I know one thing for certain.

She is the one for me.

The one I want to spend all eternity with — or the rest of her mortal life.

That would be enough. That would be more than I even deserve.

I lick my fangs. Viliana leans over and rests her forehead against mine.

“Thiray, I’m so close.”

Her neck beckons as her cunt squeezes my cock. Her mouth produces the hottest, faintest little moans as she frowns ever so slightly in the sexiest way possible.

I slam my cock into her. Viliana comes right there on the spot, her entire body trembling, moaning, writhing.

I mark her.

I lean in and bite her exposed neck, sinking my sharp fangs into her luscious skin. Not deeply, not hurting her, but marking her as mine. Staking my claim. Showing the world that she belongs to me.

Her pussy already belonged to me. Now her entire body does.

Viliana groans and trembles. Her orgasms keep coming as I pound her, my cock growing harder, pulsing and throbbing. I slam myself into her wet cunt one final time — and empty my seed deep inside of her.

Our bodies tremble in unison. She looks up and I kiss her deeply, our tongues meeting, our bodies uniting.

Viliana gasps for breath and collapses on top of me. We’ve fogged up the windows. I hold my eternal mate as we both breathe heavily.

“That was amazing,” she gasps. “You bit me!”

“Did it hurt?”

“A little bit, but it also felt good,” she admits sheepishly.

“Did it make you come even harder?”

She slaps my chest lightly. “No. Maybe. Okay, yes.”

“Good.”

I rub the two little marks on her shoulder gently with my thumb. My mark, for all the world to see.

Shame washes over me. How could I mark her without permission? I do not deserve a mate like her, as kind, as beautiful, as sweet as she is smart.

Viliana does not ask me to elaborate about the mark. She rests her head on my chest and within seconds I hear her deep, heavy breathing. The female sleeps. I hold her in my arms and think about my sins.

We will meet the Council soon.

Then I must atone for all of them.