Grumpy Alien King by Celeste King
Heather
We slipped into my bridal as the cheers were still going on in the main hall. Xxuric hadn’t let go of my hand except once during the ceremony. That was to put the ring on my finger and let me put one on his.
Our hands were still clutched tightly as he closed the door on the sounds of the crowd and all went quiet around us. The room was dim, lit only by the setting sun out the window. He leaned in to me and kissed me tenderly.
“Fated mate. Now my bride,” he said delicately.
“First my purchaser. Now my husband,” I said coyly.
“Let’s not speak of how our paths came to cross,” he said. He even blushed a little, the big lug.
“But it’s such a lovely story. My parents can’t get over it.”
“Your parents can’t stop looking at my horns.”
“They’ll adjust. By the way, did you see Headmistress Yves? She had a funny look on her face.”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Xxuric kept talking even as he began to kiss my neck between words. “Teshie’s made me… sign a non-disclosure agreement… that we would… never tell anyone… we ordered you for my son… and not me…”
“Well, that’s no fun,” I said. My voice was breathy. His lips on my neck were doing exciting things to me, sending shivers of excitement all up and down my body.
Xxuric looked at my pouting face.
“A bride shouldn’t be frowning on her wedding day.”
“Whatever will we do about that?” I asked, giving him a dirty smile.
He glanced toward the closed door.
“All our guests…” he said hesitantly.
Then we both started as we heard banging in the room next door. Followed by tiny moans. Dahrial and Rulora.
“They’re making us look bad,” I told him, leaning back on a dressing table and setting my feet wide.
“I’m going to pretend I can’t hear them.”
“I know where you can go to muffle the sound,” I told him. He didn’t need to be told twice.
In an instant, he was under my dress and my thighs were clapped against his ears as he went to work on me. He pressed his mouth against the lace panties I had on. The wetness of him and the wetness of me met. The fabric pressed against me and excited me. I could feel my clit swell in desire for him.
It didn’t have to wait long. He pulled aside the lace and his tongue found my sweet spot. He swirled it around one way, then the other. Gave it a little lick, then took it full in his mouth.
“Please… make love to me…” I whispered as I began to unclasp the bodice of the dress.
He slipped out from under the folds of the wedding gown. I hungrily undid his pants and took out his cock as he kissed my ear, caressed it with his tongue.
I guided him between my legs. The poof of the dress was between us, but he pressed his body against mine. His mouth was on my nipples, kissing them tenderly as his member slid deep into me.
I let out a gentle moan. He felt so right. His cock fit inside me like I was meant to take it. Which, considering we were DNA matches, I guess it was.
Lifting his head from my breasts, I brought his lips to mine. Our tongues carefully intertwined. Our kisses were shallow, at first, but full of passion. He stayed where he was inside of me, deep but unmoving for the moment. My yearning for him grew. Our kisses deepened. Passion began to turn into lust.
Still, even as he began to thrust, he was tender. At first barely sliding in or out, so that I could just feel a change in sensation. Each one minute, but powerful, sending a thrill from my pussy to my nipples to my brain, then back along my spine to the spot where his manhood met my woman’s secret.
We continued to kiss as his thrusts got longer, deeper. I got more and more wet, lubricating his journey. Each time he started pulling out, my desire grew. Each time he pressed deep inside me again, my passion mounted.
“Xxuric… I can’t believe how much I love the feel of you. How much I love you,” I said, my hands running along the back of his head, down his spine, to finally grip his butt.
“I could never have imagined feeling this kind of love for anyone, Heather,” he told me. He placed a hand along my face and I pressed my flushed cheek into it. Our eyes met as he spoke again. “There is no one in the galaxy I could ever feel this way about, except you.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper to me. Our gaze never faltered as he quickened his pace. I let my muscles encourage him along, now gripping him tighter, then releasing, giving him friction, then allowing him to slide freely.
His head leaned slightly back and I could feel his cock filling to the point of bursting. Still, his eyes stayed locked on mine. I held his face in my hands as he held mine in his. The energy contained in our gaze seemed as erotic, as powerful, as sensual as the energy being generated by our bodies.
I could feel myself quickly rocketing up toward my own climax. My lips began to flutter.
“Cum, cum,” I begged Xxuric.
With a long grunt, he exploded into me and I, in turn, came just as hard. My long howl of pleasure could most definitely be heard in the bridal suite next door. Maybe even at the party.
Still, our eyes were locked. They stayed that way as we both regained our breath, our bodies trembling in the aftermath of our passionate joy.
He kissed me hard and full on the mouth. I gripped him close to me.
“Stay,” I whispered.
“Our guests.”
“I’m sure Jaxil’s got the bar keeping them well-entertained.”
Xxuric said nothing. For a while, we stayed as we were, our bodies pressed together. My dress and his tuxedo were getting rumpled. He was still deep inside me.
“All right,” I said, finally. “Let’s go out and party. And try not to blush.”
The wedding reception was almost as fun as the wedding fuck. It was, however, extremely more enjoyable than the wedding I’d initially thought I’d be having.
Who knew things could turn out for the best?
