Her Alien Priest by Michele Mills
Cabal
My knees hurt and my thigh aches, but I ignore the sharp pain and pray harder.
The gods are arrayed around me. I light extra candles and meditate, allowing my mind to separate from the ache and pain of my physical body and enter the plane of pure consciousness. I miss meals. The outside world fades away. The main altar is my refuge. I commune with the gods and give them my problems, hoping to discover a solution. Because I’m now at a crossroads with no way forward.
How can I have everything?
How can I complete my vows, save this monastery and propose to my Bound and fill her with my offspring? Right now. Today I learned that I cannot patiently wait a year to have her. I was unable to hide my feelings for this human from the pilgrims that arrived. And…I didn’t want to. I don’t ever again want to bring in a group of visitors, having to pretend that my Bound is nothing more than a trainee. How does that make me a leader in our order? A teacher? How can I train others in the tenets of our religion if I am hiding who I am and who I love?
All I see is her face. I hear echoes of the sound of her voice. Is this what the gods are trying to have me focus on? My thoughts wander to her smiles and the way she looks at me. Her joy in helping others. Did they place her here on purpose? Do they want me with Lorelei? Is she my temptation, or is she my reward? What if she’s not the female that will defile me, but the mate who will save me?
Eventually my mind settles on one essential truth: Lorelei makes me a better priest. Having her here makes the both of us better at communicating the peace and love of the gods to others. We are stronger together than apart.
The day turns into night. I still do not see how to concurrently make her mine and restore the monastery. But a strange sense of urgency sweeps through my frame.
Finally, I stand from the altar and stumble back up to my library. I’m on the edge of something important, but I know not what. The room is pitch black and I blast a flame into the fireplace. I am not as cautious with my fire as I usually am, and I see I created a flash flame along the adjoining wall. I rush over to blow it out. And that’s when I see the latch.
I hold a flickering candle aloft and creak open the secret door behind a bookcase and step inside. I gaze in awe at the cache of antiquities. They all carry the symbol of the patron god of this monastery. This, this is what I was trying to tell everyone, and no one believed me. They all thought this monastery held little value, but instead it holds a wealth of information. I’ve found it. Finally, the evidence I’ve been looking for. Here, in this library is the whole reason why this monastery needs to be preserved.
I leave the library behind to search for my female, eager to show her my discovery. She will be as excited as I am. This is the key to solving all of our problems. I can return to Minos, cut short my vows, ask her to be my Bound and have the monastery restored.
The gods have provided.
It’s early evening but she isn’t in the Sanctuary. My human likes to sweep the floors, maintain the candles and polish the statues, especially those of her favorite gods that she admires. I glance in the kitchen. She’s not there either. And then a rainstorm begins outside, and I automatically gather all the bowls and tubs and place them where they should be to capture the leaks. Meanwhile, a fissure of unease sweeps across my thoughts. Where is Lorelei? I can’t imagine her not jumping in to help during a storm. Where is she?
The last time I saw her she was waving goodbye to the group of pilgrims that spent the night. A knot tightens in my stomach and my steps quicken.
I march upstairs and find a note on her pillow.
Cabal,
I have left to travel to my correct placement and begin my penance. It is only right. Thank you for your generosity in taking me in. I will never forget your kindness and how much you taught me in such a short time. In one year, you will be able to reach your goal and save this monastery. Now that I’m gone, nothing is stopping you.
Sincerely,
Lorelei
Heat searsthrough my chest and smoke billows from my nostrils. She knows of my goals? Who told her?
I crumble the parchment in my claw…She left?
I throw my head back and let out a thunderous roar.
Lorelei is mine.
I strip down to my loin cloth, throw open the door to the sanctuary and race alongside the road in the driving rain. I haven’t pushed myself this hard since my time as a pleb on Tarvos. The prosthetic holds up nicely. My night vision allows me to find her only an hour later.
“Cabal?” she whimpers.
She’s curled up in a ball underneath a tree, cold and wet, her robe heavy with moisture and hugging a pack of supplies on her lap. My female does not fully understand the weather on this planet, nor the topography. She tried to bravely walk out on her own to the nearest monastery down route, not realizing the distance was too great.
I should be angry at her for risking her safety in this way, but my heart swells with pride at her valiant gesture.
I lift her gently in my arms and carry her back home to Westmore. She doesn’t resist and instead snuggles into my bare chest. The rain stops and the evening is pleasant, at least there is this one blessing. Soon, I grow impatient at our slow progress and I kneel down so I can have her on my shoulders. She climbs onto my back, tightens both arms around my neck and grips her legs around my sides. I reach down and lift her legs, helping her to maintain her hold. And then I race back through the night.
We arrive home and I bang open the front door to the Sanctuary and kneel on the stone pavers. My chest heaves as Lorelei carefully climbs down and stands on shaky feet. She grabs onto my arms for support. Her shroud falls from her beautiful face and moonglow illuminates her magnificent human hair. I cannot believe how fond I’ve grown of these strange follicles that grow on top of her head.
Adrenaline races through my body. I am not exhausted. I am instead charged with a raging lust that cannot be denied. My shaft instantly thickens in my loincloth, ready to be set free and breed my female.
“You should’ve dropped me off at the next monastery,” she chides. “I shouldn’t be here. I’m not good for you.”
Not good for me? How can she not see that she is my everything? I pull her against my chest and open my mouth to tell her what is in my heart and all that has happened.
She places her blunt fingers against my lips. “No, don’t speak. Do not break your vows for me.”
My Bound will not let me tell her how I feel, so I will show her.
I lift her in my arms. She squeaks with surprise as I carry her across the sanctuary. Then I throw her onto the altar, not caring how many statues, books or candles tumble to the ground. She is splayed out on the table and I gaze at her with all the lust that burns in my loins.
She tries to prop herself up, “Cabal, no. What are you doing? What about your vows? You can’t do this.”
A low growl rumbles in my chest. I can do this. The thought of her claimed by another male fills me with rage. I will formally revoke my vows on Minos and consecrate our union here. My hips move between her legs and I press my hard ridge against her core, making sure she can feel my conviction.
She lets out a puff of breath. Her palm presses against my bare chest “Oh…we shouldn’t…”
I bend over her, my breath hot against her cheek. Gods, she smells like cinnamon and spice. I groan with need and wrap a claw behind her neck, then I capture her lips with a hot possessive kiss. It carries the weight of all I’ve ever wanted to say to this female, all I’ve wanted to give. I’ve wanted these full lips since the moment I met her. Her glorious taste explodes in my mouth. This is my passion, my testament, my love, my future, my past, my body, soul and heart. It is all hers and I will care for her like no male has before or since.
She moans, so I kiss her harder. I thrust my forked tongue in her mouth and come at her with raw need. I devour her mouth, loving the feel of my fangs dominating her tiny teeth. Lorelei melts in my embrace and sucks wildly on my tongue, letting me know she is all-in. My loyal female does not want to harm me, but she finally understands that denial is futile. We are mates, destined to be together by fate and circumstance. Brought together by the gods themselves.
I brace my arm on the table as she arches her back and wraps her arms around me, clinging to my neck as if she can’t stand a nanco of space between us. Our joining is fierce. My quiet human morphs into a bold female demanding pleasure from her Bound. And I am here to provide.
Full breasts mold against my chest through her robe. The wet fabric and the loincloth are still between us. I want them gone. I break off our kiss to jerk up the offending fabric and she helps me with the rest. In seconds the heavy robe is off and over her head and tossed to the side, squelching in a wet clump on the stone steps. Triangles of white fabric cover her breasts and her mound. I tear them both off easily with my claws.
“Hey, I need those.”
We will make more for her later.
I remove my loin cloth and fist my length.
She gasps, “Is that going to fit?”
A chuckle escapes my lips.
I gaze down at the naked female on the altar. The heavy breasts, the hard pink nipples and the curve of her wide hips. She is so colorless and yet flushed in all the right places. Humans are small and frail but I know she can withstand my Hyrrokin lust.
And that is when I learn that Lorelei also has golden hair on her mound. Then I place my claws on her thick thighs and spread her legs and gaze hungrily at her pink slit rimmed with erotic follicles. I reach out and touch the tight curls that glisten with her moisture. She’s soaked and ready. But I will give her more. This is her first time and even Hyrrokin females consider me large. I have to make sure she is ready.
I bend on my knees and place her legs over my shoulders and move in close. Her ass fits perfectly in my claws. Her curves are lush and soft. I lick her with my forked tongue and wrap my tail around her ankle.
“Wh…what are you doing?”
I lick her clit and she cries out. She tried to do this herself but was unable to find release. Later, I will teach her the joys of mutual masturbation. My tongue moves along the rim of her slit and then inside her channel, exploring all that is mine. Then I carefully slide a finger into her tiny wet opening, careful of my claw. She’s so very tight it causes my shaft to leak more seed. This female is going to be the death of me. I spend more time lapping up all of her juices and discovering just what my female likes.
“Cabal.” And then she’s holding onto my horns for dear life and grinding her hips against my mouth, seeking more. I begin to thrust my finger as I suck hard on her clit. Her back bows off the table. “Oh…it’s, oh my…I’m going to come.”
I grab her hips to hold her in place so I can continue to suck on her clit just as she likes. Her body shivers violently and I know she’s close. Her thighs clamp against either side of my head but I hold on and give her what she needs. And then she throws her head back and screams. She comes against my lips with a gush and I stay on her clit, riding out every tremble of her body. I lick up all her juices, hungry to have all of her. I am proud knowing I’ve given my female her first orgasm.
Her hips jerk forward and I grin, knowing my female wants me. My balls ache to release in her wet channel. I rise and wipe her juices off my face with the back of my hand.
“Please, fuck me,” she begs.
Oh, how I love this filthy language.
Then I brace myself on top of her, grip the base of my shaft and push it along her slit, loving the feel as I spread her slick wetness everywhere. She pants, eager to take my cock. She’s practically weeping with need.
Then I notch at her entrance and begin the slow slide inside of her. I move so very slowly, sweat beading on my brow. The muscles on my arms shake, but I pull in a small bit and then back out, letting her grow used to my width. And then I stop because I’m at the point of no return. This will hurt.
I bend down and kiss her hard as I pump my hips and push past the barrier and fully sheath myself in her tight channel. She sucks in a sharp breath against my lips. She’s in pain. There was no way around it, but I want her with me, so I manage to remain still, giving her time to assimilate my girth. I continue to kiss her until her hips grind on me, letting me know she’s ready for more.
She breaks free from the kiss. “Don’t stop,” she pants. Her hands reach around and dig into my ass as she fights to pull me in deeper.
So I give her more.
Then I pull all the way out, leaving only my tip inside of her and I can see her virgin blood streaked across my length. My chest swells with pride. I’ve claimed her. She’s mine. Now I have to fill her with my seed.
I lean down and bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent as I hold her tight, bend my knees and begin to fuck her hard, knocking over statues. Flames flicker around us. Bowls and cups clatter to the ground. Her breasts bounce with the up and down force of our joining.
She feels amazing. I lift her hips and thrust at a new angle, going deeper than before. I force myself to hold back my release. I must wait for my female. She shouts with pleasure, her head tossing side to side. Her tiny nails dig into my ass and score my back. Then she reaches out and grips the tip of my tail and I’m over the edge.
She screams out another orgasm.
And then I still above her as my body is wracked with my own release. I pull back and look down at where we are joined and watch my red cock throb as I fill her up because I want her swollen with my seed. There is so much it leaks out of her opening and down along her inner thigh.
We are creating our offspring in front of the gods, consecrating our union.
Afterwards I pull out and scoop her into my arms and carry her to the outdoor shower. I carefully wash her, cleaning off her virgin blood from my cock and between her thighs. I spend time licking, sucking and biting her breasts. They are so soft and beautiful, I cannot stop. And then I reach down and finger her clit at the same time and bring her to another shuddering climax.
Eventually I turn off the water and carry her upstairs to my room and lay her on my own bed. I start all over again and lick her to another screaming orgasm then I slide inside and pound out my own release. Her poor virgin pussy has already been used and abused but the need is too great. I awake in the middle of the night and take her again. I roll onto my back and place her on my stiff cock, ready to breed her again. She sinks down slowly, throws her head back and moans. Her breasts bounce as I thrust my hips up. She rides me to our dual completion. I jet so much seed it leaks out of her again. I am already imagining her swollen with our offspring.
Afterwards she falls asleep directly on my chest and I fall asleep too.
Hours later I awake before the sunrise.
I hold her in my arms and rest my chin on top of her head as I make plans for our future. I have to go to Minos and plead my case to the Cardinal. Only at the altar at Minos can I conclude my vows. I have to show the evidence I’ve compiled. This is the only way to get my vows formally waived and for the restoration to continue. I am not going to live in shame and silence. If I leave right now, alone, I can get this fixed quickly so we can be together. It is the only way.
Thankfully the bed doesn’t creak as I untangle from our embrace. And then I stare down hungrily at her face, at her perfect breasts and the curve of her wide hips, memorizing her beautiful naked curves before I leave. She is mine. But I have to leave her. I can’t tell her my plan. It’s wrong to even leave a note, but I have to leave something.
