My Alien Prince: Claimed by the Atrexu (SciFi BBW Alien Romance) (11 page)

“Provided I agree, of course.”

The prince glanced at her again, amused. “Of course. We must both want to, that's how we do it here. Is it similar on your planet?

“Yeah. The guy proposes, and the girl says yes or no. If it's no, well, that's it.”

“It seems our customs have much in common. My position on this is clear. You have both the soul and... hmm... body of an Imperial Princess. But your opinion of me may not be what I would wish it to be.”

“Only one way to find out.” She was not going to pre-approve anything here just because he was a royal. Crown Prince or not, he had to take a chance on this like every other man in love.

“Very well. Emily, will you marry me?”

It was getting brighter outside. The night was coming to an end, and the armored hover-car flew on over the surface of the planet, into the sunrise.

T
he prince's residence was also a palace, but one that looked smaller and more modern than the Duke's in the warm dawn light. Ar'Ric took her straight to her bedroom because they both needed each other now.

The strong prince took Emily in his arms and had to bend down a little to kiss her. She put her arms lightly around him, feeling the muscles flex under her hands. The scent of him was intoxicating – it was exotic, but not too alien. It was fresh and clean and still complex and musky, and Emily felt that if he hadn't held her, she might have had to steady herself because she felt that her knees could give way. But he held her easily, his strength and size making her feel small and delicate.

She dropped the jacket he had given her and stood before him with only panties on. She looked up at him and almost had to smile at the expression on his face, so struck with wonder at what he was seeing. Then he smiled, showing even, white teeth, and the breath caught in her chest. He was beyond handsome; he was just magnificent.

He quickly shed his shirt, and the breath caught in her chest again. Was it even possible to have that many muscles? And that big? Still, the muscles looked like they were the result of a practical need and strenuous use, not just endless hours in the gym. There were scars here and there, probably from battles and war. He had survived all of them, even won most of them, she knew. Her hand traced a long scar on his chest, feeling the heat from his body and the smoothness of the skin. Ar'Ric gently put one hand on her chest, cupping a breast with his palm. She felt lines of fire shooting from her nipples to her clit.

“You are so close to my ideal woman it's almost unreal,” he said with a voice that was thick with arousal. “A woman should have a feminine shape like yours, not be dry and gaunt like twig.”

“You don't like that?”

“A woman should be allowed to take any shape she wants. Of course I personally prefer the rounder shapes, the fuller figure. And so do most fighting men, because we need the feminine to balance out our lives. Your body is...
luxurious.
It is exactly what every man dreams of coming home to after his hard and demanding work. You have no idea how much that attracts me.”

His hand slid down her back along her deep curve and pressed her into him. The force and need of the move made her gasp in a need of her own. He was very close to her now, and she could feel a hardness right at his crotch. She glanced down. Yeah, that was the bulge to rule all bulges. She felt her mind becoming a whirlwind of erotic images. This man pulled at some primitive urge deep inside her, one that sent hard tingles to her girly bits.

She wanted him inside her, as soon as possible. She fumbled with his pants, unable to figure out the alien mechanism. He gently helped her, and soon his pants slid down his legs and revealed both thighs as thick as tree trunks and a sleek alien undergarment that was obviously straining to keep the hard rod behind in check. The sight of it made Emily's pussy ache with arousal. She felt her breath going ragged as the impatiently tugged at his last garment, wanting it gone so she could see the manhood he would take her with.

He took her hand and placed it on his hardness. “That's all you, my alien woman. You do this to me.”

He placed his hand behind her neck and kissed her once more, curling his tongue around hers. She raked her nails up his arms and squeezed his hard muscles under the supple, smooth and warm skin.

But she wanted more, and she didn't want to wait. Again she tugged down on his alien shorts, and this time it slid down just a few inches. That was enough – the large manhood was freed from its confinement and swung up to hit the alien Prince on his flat abdomen with a fleshy splat. It was the most magnificent cock Emily had ever seen, large and thick and impossibly hard. It pointed straight skywards, and she could see his slow heartbeat in the way it pulsed.

She couldn't help herself. She slid her hand down to the awesome manhood and held around it. It was too thick for her fingertips to meet, and it was rock hard, hot and smooth. A moan escaped from his lips when he felt her cool, slender hand touch him, and she could see in his eyes that she had awoken the animal in him. That was fine with her. She was more than ready, and she was sure her panties were soaked. It certainly smelled of aroused women in the room.

Ar'Ric placed his hands on her hips and pulled her panties down in one impatient move. The Prince stared at her pussy as if mesmerized. Had he never before seen a landing strip?

“I wonder if you may be the perfect woman,” he mused. “Your shape is spectacular, and the... details are exquisite.” He stared at her pussy, and it only made her lust stronger. He obviously found her extremely attractive, and she wanted to show him all of her.

“Oh, you haven't seen anything yet,” she said and calmly turned her back to him, shooting out one hip.

The alien prince drew in his breath with a sharp hiss. She threw one glance over her shoulder. Blatantly showing him her bare butt was something she had never done for any male before, but if he liked her shape, he was sure to like her curvy behind.

He took one step closer and placed one hand on her ass and put the other around her to cup one breast. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he nuzzled her hair and gently squeezed her fluffiness.

“This it better than I dared hope,” he breathed. “What a woman I have found!”

“You're not so bad yourself,” Emily said, snaking her hand behind her back to grip the prince's cock and feel its hardness. It jerked in her hand. “I think this one is ready for more,” she said.

The Prince led her over to his simple but comfortable-looking bed and laid her down. She instinctively spread her legs for him, because this was not a time to play hard to get. They both wanted this, and she was more than ready. Ar'Ric was between her legs, on his knees, his huge cock still standing straight up and visibly throbbing.

“Are you ready, my love?” he growled.

She didn't reply, just took a deep breath and spread her legs even further apart. She could see that his eyes were glassy with arousal, and she was sure that hers were, too. The universe had ceased to exist, and the only thing in the world was the two of them. She could smell her own scent in the air, and her clit and labia were tingling like crazy.

The magnificent alien prince opened her legs even further, gently but determined. He placed the tip of his manhood at her entrance, sliding the tip up and down her slit to make it wet with her juices. She jerked involuntarily as it stroked her clit, sending sparks through her body and mind. She felt that she might climax the moment he entered her.

Then the Crown Prince pushed one inch of himself into her, and she could hear herself moan in delight. She seemed to have lost control. No, she thought, this wasn't losing control, this was choosing to let go and enjoy intimacy to the fullest. It had never seemed so natural.

His cock had reached a narrow part of her pussy, and he waited for a heartbeat before he fixed her eyes with his blue ones, applied more force and sank all the way into her, piercing her body and her center. She gasped and felt a slight burning sensation as her sex had to adjust to his size as if he was widening her out to fit him perfectly.

“I was right,” he growled, pausing with his cock as deep inside her womanhood as it could go. “You are a perfect woman.”

His beautiful face filled her vision. He so obviously meant what he said that she felt her eyes widen and some part of her mind that had been closed off suddenly open, a part of her she'd never known even existed, letting in light and warmth and changing her forever.
This
was what it was like to be truly and deeply loved by a real man. She moaned again as she was filled with happiness and light, a primal sound that came all of its own.

He slid out of her until only the first inch was inside, and immediately she felt cold and longing for him to come back inside. And he did, faster this time, setting up a rhythm that kept her rocking back and forth in perfect sync with him,  while the root of his thick cock stimulated her clit continuously. She knew that she would come very soon whether she wanted to or not. She had never felt so filled up, so taken or so loved. The sum of all those things, and the wordless and breathless  desire that he had for her, made it impossible for her to resist the wave that had been building up inside her.

Her pussy clenched around his cock, and then the climax washed over her, starting deep in her pussy and spreading like wildfire throughout her body. The intense orgasm rocked her, and her pussy gripped on his cock harder than she had thought possible. He thrust into her one more tie, and then he roared as his cock grew and jerked inside her, pulsing and filling her with his boiling hot cum.

T
he whole of Tellus Station was in an uproar. It was the most important event ever to take place there, the first visit from extraterrestrial royals. People were scurrying to, and fro and all the members of the crew had extremely long lists of things to do before the dignitaries arrived.

“If this works out the way we want it to,” Commander Chevalier said when she addressed her officers for a final pep talk, “it will be a huge gain for the prestige of Earth and for every one of us. We will show the galaxy that this station ranks among the most efficient and well-run installations anywhere in space.”

She did not mention the only thing that was going through her mind: that a successful royal alien visit would make everyone forget the minor mishap when she somehow lost a whole crew member from the station. That chubby cleaning woman had just disappeared without a trace, and that was just not possible on Tellus Station. People were starting to ask questions, even some important people. But this royal visit came at the perfect time. Everyone would forget that the stupid girl had ever existed, and the commander's personal prestige would skyrocket after a successful royal visit.

She took Cadet Meller aside for a private conversation. “I don't know how it's possible, but the Atrexu delegation asked especially for you. You will be assigned to their crew quarters as a cleaner, it seems. Do everything they ask. Looks like they're very concerned about hygiene. You will have to clean every one of their toilets three times a day for the entire duration of their visit.”

“They asked for
me?
”

“Yes. By name. It's remarkable that they know you exist. Make sure to bring your cleaning skills up to its very highest level!”

Meller's face twisted in disgust. “Surely I will only supervise the cleaning? I'm a cadet, after all, not a cleaning lady.”

The commander smiled obsequiously, well aware that the cadet came from a rich family while she didn't. And somehow, this cadet was personally known to the alien royals! “With your exalted background, I know that it is far beneath your dignity to actually clean anything yourself. However, the message is very clear. They will only allow you personally to do it. No one else. And you are only allowed to use a small brush and pure water for everything. This was especially stressed. They will only be here for a week, Meller. You can do it, I'm sure. I will, of course, fast track your promotion in view of your extreme efforts, far beyond the call of duty. You will not be forgotten!”

The cadet sighed. “All right. How hard could it be? I've seen people clean stuff dozens of times.”

That worried the commander. The cadet was rich and important, but this visit could not be allowed to go wrong. And he would be so close to the alien royals that if even the slightest thing went awry...

“Ah. Well, you better get some practical experience before they arrive. In fact, the cleanliness of this whole station has gone badly downhill this last month. The toilets especially. I get several complaints every day now. It's as if the maintenance section has lost efficiency, somehow.” That was the closest she dared get to criticizing the young cadet. His family was not rich enough to have much political influence, but you never knew...

“I will do my best, ma'am,” Cadet Meller said and walked away. It would be a shocking breach of military protocol for anyone else to turn his back on the commander like that, easily grounds for demotion. But, the commander reflected, Meller had to be excused. He was born to riches, after all, and used to having servants. She hurried to her office. She had a million things to do before the delegation arrived.

I
t was the grandest wedding in the history of the Atrexu Empire. Not only was Crown Prince Ar'Ric much more popular than he had ever known, his bride had become a true darling of the people in the few weeks that had gone by since she was formally introduced to the Emperor and the people of the Empire.

Her curvy shape was lauded in every news outlet as the epitome of beauty, and she had become known as 'The People's Princess' because of her femininity and daring to break the random fashion conventions that kept women always having to starve themselves. Now they were freed of that, following Emily's example. Looking just like her had become fashionable, and hazel contact lenses and brown hair extensions were all the rage. Restaurants were reporting record profits, and anyone who would write a cookbook with recipes for filling and delicious food could become rich overnight.