Alien Dragon's Mate: Braxan (Science Fiction Alien/BBW Romance) (11 page)

But not like this. “I want you inside me,” she pleaded, spreading her legs more to show how ready and willing she was. She could feel the scent of her own arousal in the air. She had to be scandalously, dripping, sopping wet, so ready she ached.

Braxan must have agreed, because he lifted her legs at the knees and spread them further apart so he could get into position between them. He lay himself down on top of her, but in such an expert way that there was no pressure on her, no uncomfortable weight. She felt completely covered and safe, and the throbbing heat at her core felt like it could explode at any moment.

Braxan nuzzled her throat, and she felt his manhood brush along her slit, going down until it was at the entrance. It felt huge, but she was ready.
Totally
ready.

She spread her legs further to show him and herself that it was time. He put his lips at hers once more, then began pushing inside.

Ah. Her body had to adjust to it, had to stretch and get out of the way to accommodate his size. Then there was a pop she could almost hear, and his thickest part was inside. She could feel him sliding in easily, and there was a tiny burning sensation as her tunnel had to adjust to this unprecedented cock that was taking possession of her.

She felt her mouth falling open as he bottomed out in her, gently and firmly, like she had known he would. At the same time, something rubbed against her clit and she thrashed uncontrollably at the electric spark that went through her whole pelvis. Oh yeah. That alien cock had some advantages, rubbing gently against her most sensitive spot when he was seated in her.

Then he pulled out a little bit, thrust again, and every nerve ending in her body lit up in a firework of beginning ecstasy.

Amelia forgot the jungle, the base, the Pirgks, the dragon, only concentrating on the sensations as her pelvis exploded with pleasure every time Braxan thrust into her.

She heard herself moaning uncontrollably, and then he fucked her harder, faster, making the short bursts of bliss melt together into one long sensation of just pure
sex
. But still there was more coming. The ridges on his cock stroked her g-spot with each stroke in or out, and it had never been stimulated like that. It was building up to something special, she knew it from the white heat that radiated out from her pussy.

He kept fucking her, fast and hard, and then she just bucked wildly, put her head back and released a groan from her throat as the buildup reached a peak, her body went over the edge and she climaxed. Her legs rose on their own and locked around Braxan's back as she arched her back to take him in deeper, harder, and she went into orbit as her whole body melted in sparkling ecstasy. She was seeing stars, she was thrashing wildly, she screamed out her pleasure, and still he kept fucking her, still he forced the orgasm from her. It was the hardest she had ever come, by far, like a whole lot of explosive orgasms heaped on top of each other and then ignited by this spectacular alien man.

It was still going when she heard his breathing change and become more urgent in her ears. Of course – he had held off his own climax until she'd had hers. The thought sent her on another orbit – this was a real
man
fucking her. A good man, too. He had taken great care of her in the jungle.

His thrusting became erratic and he tensed up, then grunted loudly as he pulsated inside her and she felt him release his juice in her center. She instinctively spread more and arched her back, as if the seed from a man like this was far too precious to waste.

“You ... are ... spectacular,” he groaned into her ear as he finished his own climax. She smiled to the sky, blissfully happy as he held her close.

Then they lay in each other's arms on the soft grass.

The sleepiness was overtaking Amelia, and she shuddered briefly at the thought of Belzon Base and the dragons. Shit, that golden dragon had been terrible.

And still merciful. And mysterious. And attractive.

I will come for you.

Would he?

It had been a day full of fear and worry and both mental and physical exhaustion. But at least now she was able to end it with a pretty great experience, one that had nothing to do with fear, only gratitude and closeness and intimacy. That had to count for something. Things were getting better. The trend was up.

She felt Braxan's impossibly slow heartbeat in her ear. It hypnotized her and added to her feeling of safety. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. He could even keep dragons away, she was sure. He was the best male she had ever met, including that dragon. If it came for her, she wouldn't come with it.

“Thank you,” she slurred against his chest, but she wasn't sure what exactly she was thanking him for. And then she knew no more.

- B
raxan -

Her head was heavy on his chest, and he held her gently, but firmly. The heat from her warmed his skin, but also his heart.

His mind was still reeling. He was six hundred years old, but still this was the most earth-shattering experience of his life. He'd had sex with many females of different alien species. But Amelia was his first pure human. And she was his Fated Mate. Any hesitation he might have had about that was  gone now. She was his Mate, just as the dragon had known from the moment it saw her.

After she'd slid down the side of the crater she'd had a rip in her pants, and some of the flesh of her round behind had peeked out of it. It had been a wondrously erotic sight, more so because she seemed to be unaware of it. He'd made sure that he was walking in front of her all the way so that the tent he was pitching in his borrowed pants wasn't too obvious to her. But Flame, she was spectacularly attractive.

During sex the dragon had always remained passive inside him, disinterested. But this time, it had been his Mate. And the dragon had been very close under the surface, even if it the injury in his chest had wounded it very seriously.

At some point, she had to know who he was. How would she react to that? Would she hate him for what he had done to his friends on the base? He couldn't bear thinking of her hating him. That would be worse than anything else he could imagine.

He had been on Earth before. Centuries ago, in his youth, right after the rite of passage when he had Changed for the first time. It was a pilgrimage of sorts, and he had travelled from his father's kingdom to Earth alone, without any spaceship, just zooming through space by the tips of his wings in a trance of delirious happiness about what his dragon body could do.

Both ordinary dragons and Ultracos felt a connection with Earth. Maybe that was where dragons had come from in the first place. But the reason why never seemed that interesting. Ultracos were not deep thinkers or ponderers of life. They accepted the world for what it was and didn't ask too many questions about it. They had no reason to. After all, they were the ultimate beings, on top of every food chain imaginable. No other species could rival them in strength or power. They were not invaders, either. They saw no reason to own land or planets beyond their own home. When they attacked someone, it was to acquire gold and gemstones for their hoards. Under Emperor Kraz, that had been made much more effective by hiring themselves out to clients who would pay.

Braxan frowned. Huh. He hadn't thought of his hoard for hours now. Not since he had fallen down on this planet. He had never gone this long without longing for it and worrying whether it was safe. Instead, his mind had been filled with her. With Amelia. And even now, he didn't miss his hoard.

He looked down on her face, resting against his bare chest. Such an innocent, angelic face she had. So soft, so perfect, so defenseless. Her mouth was half open, and she breathed calmly. He felt the heat from her breath on his skin every time she breathed out.

Despair rose in him. How would he protect her against all the evils of the universe? She was so weak! If he turned his back on her for just a minute, she was likely to step on flesh-eating sand or get bitten by some venomous monster or strangled by living vines.

Especially when he was injured. The wound had begun oozing again, and the dragon felt weaker than ever.

Perhaps all he could do was to get her safely to her home base before he died. When the dragon died, the man died, too. He was weakening.

He wanted to laugh out loud. How ridiculous! No sooner had he met his Mate before she gave him an injury that could well end up killing him.

Well, an Ultraco's Mate had to be ferocious in order to handle their beloved. She had that in her, he was sure. She hadn't cowered for him, hadn't begged him to spare her like so many did. She had stood there in defiance of the dragon in all its strength and glory and fierce menace. Yes, she was a worthy Mate. Even for an Ultraco. Even for a prince.

He leaned back against the tree trunk. The yellow sun was setting and it was getting dark fast.

- A
melia -

She opened her eyes and squinted up at the sky. She would never get used to the weird suns and moons of Belzon. Now the yellow sun had set, and there was a whole bunch of different moons in the sky. It was never completely dark.

She didn't want to get up from his warm chest. He had his strong arm around her, and the heat from him was reassuring. And the smell – that dry, fresh male scent that was natural to him. Along with that exotic alien component. Many things about him were alien. Even his cock.

She smiled at the memory of their lovemaking. Gods, she had needed that. Not just because it had been a good while since her last time, but also because it had chased all the fear and worry away.

She glanced up at his face. He was asleep, with his head back against the tree trunk. Damn, he was good. She couldn't remember having come that hard for a long time. Or ever, even. He filled her up perfectly, and his cock stimulated every single spot perfectly.

She hoped she would soon feel it again. Damn, it was great to be alone with him and not around all kinds of people who might judge her for being too fast and sleeping with someone she'd only known for a few hours.

She'd had sex before, of course. But how many of those clumsy guys had saved her life before the act? Or after? None of them. None of them had deserved it like Braxan did. And sure as hell none of them had satisfied her like he had.

She straightened up. The oasis was still beautiful and calm in the moonlight. The animals in the jungle around them were quiet now.

She gently took hold of Braxan's arm that was holding her securely and ducked under it to stand up. His eyes sprang open, alert and vigilant.

“I'll be right back,” she whispered. “Just ... uh ... tending to a need for a second.”

He scanned the clearing and relaxed. “Very well.”

She got the utility pack from her jacket, then went behind a bush and peed, looking around all the time in case some horrible monster was sneaking up on her.

When she came back, Braxan was standing up. “Are you rested?”

She was feeling totally refreshed and ready for anything, more optimistic than she could remember. Damn, she should bring those berries and sell them. Or maybe it was him that had that effect on her. “Sure. You want to keep going?”

He nodded. “Night time is a good time to travel. But I have something I want to do first.”

Then he stripped off his pants and unceremoniously dived into the clear pond, making a loud splash.

Yeah, that looked pretty tempting. Amelia felt grimy after the previous day. “How's the water?”

He surfaced and stroked his hair out of his face. “Cool and clear.”

“Any fish with big teeth?”

“Yes.” He dived back down, then came up with a silvery fish in his hand. He snapped its neck and tossed it up onto the grass. “Its teeth aren't too big, truth be told. It's regrettable. I know you had your heart set on teeth. But I think it'll be an acceptable breakfast anyway.”

Amelia felt the water with her hand. Why not? He had already seen her naked.

She stripped off everything and jumped in. It was cold at first, and it made her shiver. But then she was struck with how clean the water was. She felt renewed and refreshed after just a couple of seconds.

Braxan was right beside her, treading water. “Do you know how to stay afloat?”

She threw her wet hair back. “I've been swimming since I was five, so yes. How about you?”

“I rarely go in the water. So I made absolutely sure that when I do, it won't kill me.” He dived down, got a hold of her hips and tossed her casually into the air and completely clear of the water. She squealed and landed as elegantly as she could, with a huge splash. He was grinning at her.

“Oh yeah? Well, if it's a
fight
you want ...” She splashed water in his face and he splashed her right back. She dived down into the water, noticing that it was so clear that even in the dim moonlight, she could see the sandy bottom at least fifty feet down. She grabbed his leg and tried to get him off balance, and he played along, letting her partly succeed. He retaliated, and then they spent a happy few minutes playing in the water like little kids.

He tossed her into the air again, and when she splashed down she surfaced right by him and looked into his face. It was more full of life and passion than any other she could remember meeting.

“You make me feel centuries younger,” he said earnestly and gazed at her in wonder.

“Okay, grandpa.” She splashed him again, then when he didn't splash her back, she saw the serious look in his face and placed both her arms around his neck, feeling giddily happy for some reason.

He easily held her up so they were face to face, and she leaned in and kissed him on the lips, just testing, just brushing them. He placed one hand behind her neck and kissed her back, passionately and insatiably.

She felt something hard poke her thigh, and reached down and took his manhood in her hand. She was feeling pretty ready herself. “Let's go back on land,” she whispered, and they swam to the shore together.

She climbed out first, making sure to give him a good view of her bare butt, then lay down on the grass. He lay down right next to her and stroked her breasts as if they were the most mysterious thing he had ever seen. But no, she knew he was experienced with women. He couldn't have made love like he did otherwise.