Chapter Two

Chapter 2

AN HOUR LATER, SOFIA was sitting across from Braax in an oversized chair, not quite built to human proportions. Everything was slightly large, and she supposed that would be another thing she’d need to get used to.

She cleared her throat when he gave her no indication he was going to speak.

“So, how is this supposed to go?”

“We live together, make offspring together.”

He gave her another too big smile, sending a shiver down her spine. But wait… offspring?

“Oh…” This was awkward. “I can’t have children.”

He looked at her, green eyes narrowed.

“They assured me only sexually compatible species were options.”

“Yes, well, I don’t know anything about that, but I had a hysterectomy a year ago in an attempt to stop endometriosis from ruining my life. I still get some pain flare-ups, but not nearly as bad.”

He just stared at her blankly, though she didn’t miss the tic of his jaw.

“Anyway, no uterus means no offspring, I’m afraid. Even before the surgery, I tried for years, but my womb is apparently hostile and unwelcoming…” Sofia trailed off, realizing she was blathering on.

There was an all too familiar pressure in her chest at the memory of her ex-husband’s cruel words. The whole reason she was here in the first place.

She examined Braax for a reaction, but his expression was indecipherable.

“Are you going to return me?”

Her new husband was silent for a long moment, something flashing behind his glowing eyes, something she couldn’t read.

He finally answered.

“The hostility of your womb is no matter. I fulfilled my family’s expectation by taking a mate. I will not return you. Besides, I am only interested in the pleasure aspect of reproduction. I do not care about offspring.”

Her relief at his assurance quickly soured. Of course, she knew that sex was an obvious part of the agreement, but now that she was sitting across from the hulking alien, she was having second thoughts.

“In fact, I would like to consummate our marriage now. Come to bed with me, Sofia.”

The words sent another chill down her spine. Braax stood, reaching out for her with a clawed hand.

In a daze, Sofia took it and he led her towards another area of his home. No, this was not unexpected, but so quickly? They barely knew each other.

Then they were in a dark room, an enormous bed piled high with pillows the focal point of the space. He shut the door behind them and approached her. A cold sweat broke out on her neck, her heart racing as the Hileth stalked over to her.

“Such a lovely human they have sent me,” he growled, his voice low as he wrapped a clawed hand lightly around her throat.

This was happening. She was going to consummate her marriage with her new alien husband. Right here, right now.

He leaned down, a long lemon yellow tongue snaking out from his mouth and brushing across her lips. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to her cunt, arousal mingling with the fear coursing through her. His rubbery tongue swept over her with heavy brushstrokes, like the firm touch of an artist.

The clawed hand at her throat slid behind her neck and tangled into her hair, the other gripping her waist.

“Touch me, wife.”

Braax took one of her hands and placed it against his chest. His skin was warm, with the pebble smooth texture of a snake.

Sofia ran her hand across his pecs and down his stomach, strong abs tensing as she brushed her fingers over them. She parted her lips, and he made his way in, probing her mouth and teeth as he pulled her flush to his body. He moaned into her as his tongue swept across hers, and she couldn’t help but let out a whimper of her own.

Everything was moving so fast, her heart racing with more than one emotion.

He retracted his tongue, bringing his snout in close to sniff her.

“You are… frightened?”

He still held her loosely, though she sensed the tension in his muscles, pupils dilated with lust.

He could smell her fear?

“Y-yes,” she said. “A bit.”

“Do you wish to stop, little human?”

She took a big gulp of air, trying to focus her dizzying thoughts.

“No, I don’t want to stop. But maybe we can slow it down.”

Sex was a part of the deal and would happen eventually. She wasn’t uninterested, just desperately needed a moment to come to terms with the fact that she was about to fuck an alien.

Braax took her hand and pulled her towards the bed.

“Do not worry, my bride. I have bedded many humans and know exactly how much your fragile body can handle.”

What was that supposed to mean?

The bed creaked as he sat down, pulling Sofia into his lap before she could protest. He cradled her, one arm gripping her waist and the other around her back.

Her breath caught as she tried to explain.

“I’ve, uh, never had sex with someone of another species.”

He chuckled, his laughter a deep rumble.

“Bold of you to sign up for an inter-species mating agency.”

He wasn’t wrong. Certainly, many who went through this process had more familiarity with extraterrestrial relationships. Braax nuzzled the crook of her neck with his snout, and she couldn’t resist a giggle.

“We can go as slow as you would like, my bride. And if you ever wish for me to stop what I am doing to you, you just say the word.” He glanced around the room, shifting his hand to her thigh, causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. He paused on a single pink flower in a vase on the dresser, then looked back at Sofia. “Flower. If you say flower at any point, I will stop.”

Her mind raced, trying to match her body’s reactions to her brain’s wants. His sweet words took the bite of fear out of her, knowing he would respect her wishes. But what were her wishes?

He waited, though his chest heaved with the lust she knew burned through him. She slid off his lap, standing and resting her hands on his shoulders as he shifted both of his to grip her waist.

“Let me kiss you,” she said, and he nodded at her. “No tongue.”

Braax let out another growl of a laugh, but nodded again.

“Yes, little human.”

Sofia took a deep breath, then closed her eyes, pressing her pursed lips against the end of his snout. She breathed in his scent, sweet and smoky, circling her arms around his neck.

The kiss was quite pleasant , actually, as was his firm grasp at her waist. Maybe she could get used to this, used to his clawed hands and sharp teeth, his long yellow tongue and draconic face.

With a flick of her own tongue against his lips, he whimpered into her mouth, the grip on her waist tightening. Her eyes opened as he pulled away, fanged mouth curled into a smile once more.

“You tease me,” he said.

Not angry, but with a gleam of mischief.

She bit her lip as he pulled her close, nuzzling his snout against her cheek.

“Would you like more, my bride? I want to taste you.”

Somehow, she knew he didn’t mean another kiss. No, Braax wanted to taste something else, probably scented the arousal that wet her underwear. The thought of his rubbery tongue on her, in her, sent a shock of electricity straight up her spine like a bolt of lightning.

It was as if he could sense her hesitation dissolving quickly, and she appreciated giving control back to him. She had her word—flower— if she needed it.

“Will you let me taste you?” he asked again, his voice husky with desire.

Sofia had to resist squirming, the question flaring the heat between her legs to uncomfortable levels. The fear was gone, replaced only with the pulse of lust that beat through her. She wriggled out of his embrace, and he grumbled before he realized what she was doing.

No going back now.

She grasped the bottom of her shirt, pausing for just a moment to see his eyes flare, before she slipped it off over her head.

“Do Hileth ever wear clothes?” she asked as she unzipped her pants, shimmying them off slowly.

Braax took a gulp of air before answering, his eyes roving all over her almost bare body.

“Some religious leaders wear robes, but otherwise, we do not wear clothing.”

He must have caught her not-so-subtle glance at his sexless crotch, because he growled a laugh.

“Do not worry, little human, I have a big cock for you. You just have to be patient.”

Another unsubtle whimper escaped her lips as she stood there shivering from the chill in the room mixed with her arousal. He held his arms out, and she rushed back to him, so quick to forget her reticence from before. His claws ran up and down her back, tingling every nerve in her body.

“ On the bed .”

An order whispered in her ear that she was ready to obey.

Sofia crawled onto the mattress, almost certain her heart was about to beat straight out of her chest as she settled on her back. Her eyes never left Braax as he moved to her lower half, crouching on all fours in front of her.

“My beautiful human bride.”

His voice was almost a purr as it rumbled through the room.

Delicate claws grasped her underwear, dragging them down her thighs and tossing them aside.

He heaved in a deep breath and she felt her entire body flush with heat at the proximity of his draconic face to her dripping cunt. Gripping the soft sheets at her sides was her only recourse as he dragged his yellow tongue across her entrance, her moan punctuating the hushed silence of the room.

His fanged mouth curled into a grin as he ran his tongue back and forth over her, just the right amount of pressure to make her dizzy with lust. When she tried to buck her hips, desperate for more, he used one strong arm to hold her in place.

“You said you wanted to go slow, sweet Sofia, so we will go slow. You are so wet for me already, but I need you to be patient.”

Patient? How could she be patient while he teased between her thighs?

Sofia writhed as Braax took a few more playful drags before plunging his tongue inside her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and the way he curled it ever so perfectly, thrusting into her over and over again. Fangs pricked her skin as he opened his maw wide, sliding even closer as his tongue actually fucked her. She was already so close to the edge, realized she had been since she first laid eyes on him at the depot.

His glimmering green gaze never broke contact, his tongue working in and out until her core tensed, her muscles clenching against the profusion. Her climax washed over her and his tail flicked around to caress her breast. She grabbed it with a moan, needing something to hold on to as she rocked herself against his face.

Even as she began to come down from her high, he didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to alternate between pulsing on her clit and penetrating her deeply.

“ Braax ,” Sofia whined, attempting to push his face away, but he wouldn’t budge.

She couldn’t help but buck against him, the sensation both too much and not enough at the same time.

He growled a laugh before retracting his tongue for just a moment.

“One more, and then I’ll give you my cock. I want one more, though. You know your word if you need me to stop.”

Another one? Fuck . His tongue was on her again, and she jolted as it pulsated on her sensitive clit.

Still, her body craved it, craved him, and it wasn’t long before another orgasm hit, more powerful than the last. She rode his face, grasping his crest of hair for leverage as she bucked against his tongue, stars dotting her vision.

Completely spent, she slumped into the mattress as Braax laid his cheek against her inner thigh, stroking the other with a clawed hand.

“What a good girl you are. I could feast on you all day.”

Though she enjoyed the lazy bliss of her orgasm, she could already feel another seed of arousal being sowed with just his words, his sweet caress, the sultry way he gazed up her body.

What was her new husband doing to her?

He pushed himself up to his knees, and her eyes widened at the sight. He hadn’t been lying when he said he had a big cock for her.

What had once been a sexless groin now had a phallus emerging from a sheath. It was light purple, like the rest of him, ridges covering the top half and coming to a triangular tip. It was bigger than any Sofia had ever seen, and she trembled at just the thought of it penetrating her.

Braax gripped her and pulled her towards him, resting her bottom half on his stout thighs. He seemed to enjoy her reaction, if the fanged grin meant anything.

“That is not going to fit…” she murmured, as he slid the head of his cock, already leaking precum, back and forth across her entrance.

“Oh, it will fit, my beautiful bride. I will make sure of that.”

The words sent another jolt of arousal through her as he pressed the tip in, all her tender nerves already screaming for more. She tried to slide closer to him, but he held her hips fast.

“Look at you, so eager. And I thought you didn’t like aliens…”

Braax was chuckling, alternating between pressing the head of his cock into her and running it back and forth across her slick entrance.

“I… never said that,” Sofia stammered, eyes rolling to the back of her head, desperation clawing at her.

So short a time, and she had gone from never fucked an alien to needing it more than she needed oxygen to breathe.

Inch by inch, he pressed his way in, holding her firmly even as she tried to impale herself. Never had she been so needy for someone’s cock, not even her ex-husband’s. She squirmed and whined, but he just grumbled a laugh as he continued to stretch her beyond capacity, the ridges rubbing delightfully against her clit. The bite of pain only amplified the pleasure until finally he grunted and her eyes shot open.

He was fully inside her, caging her in as he leaned over her body. The sight was erotic, grotesque, his thick cock stretching her engorged pussy in a way even her biggest toys never did. It was actually throbbing like it had its own heartbeat, and Sofia had to tear her eyes away so she could focus on what her husband was saying.

“Are you ready for me, my bride?”

Lime green eyes roved over her face as if scrutinizing her reaction. His jaw was tense, his teeth gritted, betraying the need coursing through him.

His whispered words set every hair on edge, every nerve aflame, and she stammered a response.

“Y-yes. Please.”

Another growled laugh, Braax pulling out and holding still for a moment, before plunging back in. A jolt shot up her spine and a groan ripped from her lips, matching his grunts as he gazed down at her.

“My sweet little human is so tight. So perfect for me.”

The praise just spurred her on, and she hooked her legs around his waist, pulling herself up to meet him as he fucked her. His tongue brushed against her lips and she opened her mouth, letting him in.

White dotted her vision at the too-full feeling, her body shaking with each merciless thrust. His claws were at her waist, sliding her body to meet his each time he plunged into her.

She tried to breathe, tried to relax her muscles, another climax quickly approaching as Braax’s large body fully enclosed her.

“Sweet Sofia, so beautiful. And all mine,” he murmured into her mouth, and tears burned her eyes, the saccharine words too much.

When was the last time she had sweet nothings whispered to her? A long while. Perhaps never.

He ran a clawed hand through her hair as he set a steady pace, the ridges of his cock rubbing her overstimulated clit in just the right way. The warmth in her core spread, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm coming.

Sofia grabbed his shoulders, needing something to ground her, to keep her on Olara 8 as he fucked her mercilessly. She groaned when her climax hit, graying her vision for a few moments as his relentless cock continued to plunge into her.

“Braax!” she cried as she came apart around him, clenching as her orgasm raced through her, tingling every nerve in her body.

He groaned, gripping her ass with both hands as he pounded into her, before letting out a loud roar that rattled the walls. Seed spilled from him, coating her cunt and dripping down her thighs as he continued to fuck her.

He wasn’t stopping and finally she put her hands on his chest, a whisper on her lips as her eyes continued to roll into the back of her head.

“ Flower …”

With another groan, he slowed his thrusts to a stop, holding himself inside her for a few moments before pulling out. Sticky seed leaked out of her used cunt and her eyes widened at the sight of him, a ravenous look on his face.

His chest heaved, his eyes glued to her leaking entrance, before jolting them back to her with a shake of his head.

“Are you alright, my bride?”

Sofia took stock of her parts, even as her heart continued to race. She was sore, that was certain, but there was nothing worse than a dull ache of pain.

“Y-yes, I’m fine. Are you ?”

Braax dropped down next to her, the bed creaking under his weight.

“I am. I apologize if I frightened you again.” He glanced sidelong at her, but shifted his eyes back to the ceiling. “I was a bit overeager.”

She pushed herself up onto her elbow, quirking a brow.

“A bit?”

Her new husband… well, he certainly was something. Three orgasms in one go. That was new for her. At least new while she was enjoying a partner.

There was something erotic about the way he had used her, had forced her into more pleasure than she thought possible. She was a toy for him to play with as he saw fit; the thought threatening to stir her arousal once more.

Greyson had never been like that, very much in it for himself and himself only. Though perhaps the sex had gotten worse over time because he was getting it from somewhere else. She focused back on her new husband, willing the dark thoughts away.

A fanged grin curled his mouth as he looked up at her.

“Very overeager. I did not intend to make you uncomfortable.”

Sofia placed a palm on his chest, which only widened his smile.

“You didn’t. I… enjoyed that. It was different from what I’m used to.”

A clawed hand brushed through her hair.

“What are you used to, sweet Sofia?”

With a laugh, she laid back down, cheeks flushed even more than before.

“Not all that, that’s for sure.”

Braax chuckled, then pulled her into his arms, planting a chaste kiss on the top of her head.

“If you are in any pain, you should be feeling better soon.”

Confused, she turned to look at him, brows furrowed in question.

“What do you mean?”

The way his mouth curled into a fanged grin set her stomach fluttering all over again, tempting to plant another seed of arousal that had no business coming to life.

“Our seed is healing, will repair any tears or strain that you have endured.”

Healing jizz. Put that on the list of things she didn’t expect to hear come out of her new husband’s mouth. But yes, already there was a pleasant numbing sensation between her legs, the dull ache retreating.

Between the long trip to Olara 8 and the vigorous activity she’d just been subjected to, Sofia was exhausted. Her eyes fluttered shut as she rested her head against Braax’s chest, a strange sense of peace enveloping her.