Her Alien Guardian (Galactic Discipline)

Chapter 36

Tessara

Two weeks later, I stood in a small antechamber of the Magisterian Embassy, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The room was awash in soft golden light streaming through tall windows draped with shimmering fabric. Ornate mirrors reflected my image from every angle, showing me a young woman I barely recognized.

My wedding gown was a masterpiece of Prosperian craftsmanship, all delicate lace and flowing silk. It hugged my curves before cascading to the floor in a waterfall of white. My dark hair had been artfully arranged atop my head, adorned with tiny crystal flowers that caught the light with every movement.

Sala stood beside me, her pale skin set off beautifully by the pale pink of her dress. Her eyes beamed with emotion as she adjusted my veil one last time. “You look beautiful, Tessara,” she said softly. “Gamma is a very lucky man.”

I blushed at her words, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my stomach. As was traditional for a Prosperian bride on her wedding day, my governor had been set to level one, so that a bride’s natural, wayward arousal couldn’t distract me. I felt a little tingle between my thighs, and I smiled at it, feeling grateful, as I had learned to do at Dr. Porter’s Academy, for the wisdom of this culture.

I would never have imagined I could feel appreciation to be controlled this way by my bridegroom, but I had come to realize that my new home suited my needs exactly. My cheeks still got hot, and my governor still brought the tingle of moderated desire down there, when I thought about it, but Alpha and Sala had brought me to the right place.

The door opened, and Lydia and Elara entered, both resplendent in matching lavender gowns. Their faces were alight with excitement, though I noticed a slight wince from Lydia as she moved. I remembered with a little flutter in my tummy that Mr. Thornton had insisted on Dr. Porter punishing her before the wedding, to ensure his ward would be on her best behavior.

“Oh, Tessara,” Elara breathed, her eyes wide. “You look like a princess!”

Lydia nodded in agreement, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “Mr. Gamma won’t know what hit him,” she said with a wink.

A knock at the door signaled it was time. My breath caught in my throat as Alpha entered, smiling, and walked over to me. My enormous blue savior, almost identical in appearance to my handsome bridegroom, took my arm, preparing to give me away in this symbolic sense, even as he had so literally made a gift of me to Gamma. Lydia and Elara fell into step behind us as we made our way toward the embassy’s grand ballroom.

The doors swung open, and I gasped at the sight before me. The ballroom had been transformed into a vision of Prosperian elegance. Delicate floral arrangements adorned every surface, their sweet fragrance filling the air. Music played from an unseen orchestra, the lilting melody tugging at my heart.

And there, at the end of the aisle, stood Gamma. His tall blue form was clothed magnificently in a perfectly tailored suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful build. His eyes found mine, and I felt our mental connection spark to life, filling me with warmth and love.

As we began our slow procession down the aisle, I became aware of the faces turned toward me as everyone rose to their feet. Dr. and Mrs. Porter were in the front row, both beaming with pride. I felt my cheeks heat as they caught my eye, Dr. Porter nodding and Mrs. Porter curtsying. I remembered with a start that Gamma and his brothers were technically Magisterian nobility—something Prosperians honored greatly, being a loyal colony of Magisteria.

Yes , I sensed Gamma saying in my head as our eyes met over the length of the aisle, remember that you will be Lady Tessara, now, here on Prosperia.

My mind drifted back to the past two weeks at Dr. Porter’s Academy. Despite the strict discipline—or perhaps because of it—I found myself looking back on that time with fondness.

The early mornings spent practicing proper posture and deportment under Mrs. Porter’s watchful eye. The afternoons dedicated to learning the intricacies of Prosperian etiquette and household management. Even the evenings spent writing lines or kneeling in the corner as punishment for minor infractions— all of it had shaped me, molded me into the woman I was now, even after only two weeks.

I remembered the sting of the cane, the humiliation of the bare-bottom spanking I had earned over Dr. Porter’s knee for a poor score on a quiz, the mortification of standing naked before my peers. Yet each punishment had been followed by gentle aftercare, soothing words of encouragement, and the satisfaction of knowing I was learning to be better.

The discipline had been difficult, often painful, but it had given me a sense of structure and purpose I’d never known before. I now understood the expectations placed upon me as a Prosperian female citizen, and I felt prepared to meet them. More important, I knew how to be the obedient, submissive wife Gamma craved and deserved.

As we neared the altar, Alpha leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “I’m so happy to hear that you and Gamma have found a connection between your consciousnesses,” he murmured. “It’s a rare and precious thing, in a galaxy where such vast separation divides so much and so many. Cherish it, little one.”

His words sent a thrill through me, deepening my gratitude for the profound bond Gamma and I had discovered. I felt my soon-to-be husband’s presence in my mind anew, a comforting warmth that filled me with love and belonging.

The ceremony passed in a blur of ancient vows and tender promises. Before I knew it, Gamma was sliding a delicate ring onto my finger, his touch sending sparks along my skin. “With this ring, I thee wed,” he intoned, his deep voice resonating through me.

As we turned to face our guests, now husband and wife, Gamma’s voice whispered in my mind. I have a surprise for you, my love.

My heart leapt with excitement as we made our way back down the aisle, guests showering us with fragrant flower petals. What could he have planned?

After the whirlwind of the elegant reception, of congratulations and well wishes, Gamma led me away from the reception.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed gently, producing a silk blindfold.

I obeyed without hesitation, trusting him completely as he guided me into what I assumed was an autocar. The journey seemed to take forever, my curiosity growing with each passing moment.

Finally, I felt the vehicle come to a stop. Gamma helped me out, his strong hands steadying me. I could feel grass beneath my feet, hear the gentle lapping of water nearby.

Gamma’s hands removed the blindfold. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I gasped in wonder at the sight before me.

We stood on the shores of a beautiful lake, its crystal-clear waters reflecting the late afternoon sun like a mirror. The shoreline curved gently, dotted with majestic trees whose branches swayed in the warm breeze. And there, nestled among the trees, stood the most magnificent house I had ever seen.

It was a grand Victorian-style manor, its white clapboard siding gleaming in the sunlight. Intricate gingerbread trim adorned the eaves and wraparound porch, giving it a fairytale quality. Tall windows sparkled, promising breathtaking views of the lake from within. A tower rose from one corner, topped with a delicate wrought-iron weathervane.

“Gamma,” I breathed, my eyes wide with wonder. “What is this place?”

His deep chuckle rumbled through me as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “This, my darling Tessara, is our new home.”

I turned to face him, shock and delight warring for dominance on my face. “Our home? But… how? When?”

“I’ve been planning this for some time,” he explained, his blue eyes twinkling with joy. “I wanted us to have a place of our own, away from the bustle of the city. Somewhere we could build our life together.”

Tears of happiness welled in my eyes as I took in the magnificent house once more. “It’s perfect,” I whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”

Gamma took my hand, leading me toward the house. As we walked, I noticed other details—a boathouse nestled on the shore, a meticulously tended garden bursting with colorful blooms, a quaint gazebo overlooking the water.

“I know I promised to show you the galaxy,” Gamma said as we climbed the porch steps. “And I still intend to. But first, I thought we might spend some time here on Prosperia. Just us.”

I gazed up into Gamma’s deep blue eyes, feeling our connection deepen. Without words, our thoughts began to meld and intertwine. I sensed his profound love and devotion washing over me like warm waves. His joy at finally having me as his wife radiated through our bond.

Gamma’s emotions flowed into me—his fierce protectiveness, his pride in how far I’d come, his eager anticipation for our future together. I felt the depth of his desire, a primal hunger that made me tremble. Yet underlying it all was a tender affection that brought tears to my eyes.

In return, I opened myself fully to him, letting him experience the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. My gratitude for his patience and guidance. The lingering nervousness about my new role as his wife. The giddy excitement of starting our life together in this beautiful home. And beneath it all, a deep, abiding love that took my breath away.

We stood there on the porch, lost in each other’s gaze, communicating volumes without uttering a word. I felt Gamma’s consciousness caress my own, soothing away my anxieties. His steadfast strength bolstered my confidence. His unwavering belief in me made me feel invincible.

As our connection deepened, I became acutely aware of Gamma’s body. I felt the heat radiating from his skin, sensed the quickening of his pulse. His desire kindled an answering need within me. My breath caught as I experienced the effect my presence had on him—the tightening in his groin, the hunger building in his core.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar tingle between my thighs as my governor activated. At the same moment, an alarm chimed from Gamma’s handheld device. My cheeks flamed with heat as I realized my new husband would know exactly how hot and bothered he could get me.

I ducked my head, mortified despite the intimacy we’d just shared. It seemed absurd to feel embarrassed about being needy on my wedding day, especially after everything we’d experienced together. Yet old habits died hard, and all the feelings of shame the Vionians had instilled didn’t vanish overnight.

Gamma’s gentle chuckle rumbled through me as he tilted my chin up. His eyes sparkled with affection. I knew he could sense my conflicted emotions—the desire warring with lingering shame.

“My sweet, blushing bride,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Never be ashamed of your need for me. Your desire is a gift, one I’ll treasure always.”

His words soothed my embarrassment, replacing it with a surge of love and gratitude. I stretched up on my toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Gamma growled low in his throat, his arms tightening around me.

Again the fire between my legs tried to rise, and again the chime of Gamma’s handheld made me blush. Smiling, he stepped back, reached into his pocket and withdrew his handheld device. He held it up for me to see, his eyes twinkling with amusement and desire. The screen glowed a deep, vibrant purple—the highest possible alert level.

“It seems my blushing bride is in quite a state,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Shall we do something about that?”

Before I could respond, his fingers danced across the screen. Suddenly, a wave of sensation crashed over me as my governor surged to life. The near absence of sensation between my thighs exploded into an inferno of need, making me gasp and clutch at Gamma’s arms.

“Oh!” I cried out, my knees buckling. “Gamma, sir, I can’t… it’s too much!”

But my new husband simply chuckled, sweeping me up into his strong arms as if I weighed nothing at all. “Hold on tight, sweet one,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m about to carry you across the threshold.”

Distantly I realized that the door of our new home had slid open in front of us. As Gamma stepped over the threshold, cradling me against his broad chest, another wave of arousal went through me. The combination of my cunny’s release from the governor’s moderation and the heady romance of the moment left me dizzy with need.

My entire body felt electrified, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. The silky fabric of my wedding gown seemed to caress my hypersensitive skin with each movement, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat of Gamma’s body through his suit, smell his masculine scent mingled with the crisp tang of his alien pheromones.

The foyer of our new home displayed a stately Victorian elegance, with gleaming hardwood floors and a grand staircase sweeping up to the second floor. Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, painting the space in a kaleidoscope of colors. But I barely registered any of it, too consumed by the inferno raging between my thighs.

Gamma carried me through an arched doorway into a magnificent great room. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the lake, its waters dappled with liquid gold in the late afternoon sun. But it was the enormous picture window directly across from us that captured my attention; a vast expanse of glass that seemed to bring the beauty of the outdoors right into our home.

As Gamma approached that window, I felt myself teetering on the very edge of release. My body trembled in his arms, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I clung to him tightly, burying my face against his neck as I fought to maintain control.

“Gamma,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so close. I can’t… I can’t hold back much longer.”

Then, helplessly, but with the full knowledge that I was being naughty, I squeezed with my thighs and I started to come. The tension that had been building inside me suddenly snapped. Two weeks with my governor set to seven, or three, or once to zero when I was being punished… two weeks without my new husband’s enormous hardness inside me had left me so much needier than I would ever have guessed. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last. My body convulsed in Gamma’s arms as the most powerful orgasm of my life tore through me.

“Oh, god!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the spacious room. “Gamma! Oh, Gamma!”

My fingers dug into his shoulders as I clung to him desperately. Every muscle in my body tensed and released in rapid succession. My toes curled inside my delicate wedding slippers, and my back arched, pressing my breasts against Gamma’s broad chest.

Through our mental connection, I could feel Gamma’s satisfaction and arousal as he witnessed my illicit release. His arms tightened around me, supporting me as I shuddered and writhed in the throes of ecstasy.

As the first wave of pleasure began to subside, Gamma’s lips found mine in a searing kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me thoroughly as aftershocks of bliss continued to ripple through my body. I melted into the kiss, surrendering myself completely to my new husband.

The kiss seemed to last an eternity, yet ended far too soon. As Gamma pulled away, I whimpered at the loss of contact, my eyes fluttering open to meet his intense gaze.

“Did you ask permission to climax, Tessara?” Gamma’s voice was low and stern, though I could sense a hint of amusement through our bond.

Heat flooded my cheeks as the full realization of what I’d done hit me. I bit my lower lip, dropping my gaze in shame. “No, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Gamma’s large hand cupped my chin, gently but firmly tilting my face up to meet his eyes once more. “And what should happen to a young bride who comes without permission on her wedding day?”

I swallowed hard, my blush deepening. Despite my embarrassment, I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach at the thought of what was to come. “She… she should have a spanking over her husband’s knee, sir,” I murmured.

A slow smile spread across Gamma’s face, his blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of sternness and affection. “I agree,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “But are you sure, my love? This is your wedding day, after all. We could postpone your punishment if you prefer.”

I hesitated for a moment, touched by his consideration. But deep down, I knew what I needed—what we both needed. “I’m sure,” I whispered, meeting his gaze steadily. “Please, sir. I want to start our marriage as we mean to go on. I need… I need you to correct me when I’m naughty.”

I took a deep breath.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.”

The End