Chapter 13 #4
He nips my neck and he rolls over onto his back, letting me lie on his chest as he wraps both big arms around me, pinning my own arms behind my back too as he slowly, but passionately breeds my no longer virgin pussy.
As I start to settle into his use, more begins to happen around me and inside me.
Bolts of lost data from times and worlds that no longer exist jolt through me.
I see things that never were, and things that will yet be.
In one world, I am fucked against the tractor wheel, my butt perched on warm rubber as his cock surges inside me again and again, giving me the kind of passionate rough fucking that satisfies hungers I had started to forget I have.
In another, he bends me over a machine I do not have a name for and spanks me until I come, then fucks me until he comes too.
There are other downloads too. Places and times where we were wilder and I was more feral and he hunted me down and fucked me while I fought him, all the while knowing there was no real fight to be had…
Here, in this time, I wrap my legs around his waist and I let him give me what I have needed all my adult life.
“We’ve done this before?” I ask the question, though I am sure I know the answer.
“Oh, yes,” he growls. “Many times in other worlds and lives. But one thing is always the same.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re mine,” he snarls in my ear. “This pussy, this sweet ass, all your tight holes, your body, your mind. All of you is mine.”
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Freak
I tried to make the moment tender and gentle, and for a time it was. As the ache of lost virginity fades, and the realization of what has come between us before settles into her sweet mind, I become rougher and more intense.
We roll down the bank and I fuck her just out of the mud. She is face down, prone beneath me. Her legs and chest are dirty and my cock sluices in and out of the tight little hole that has always been mine at every point of the past, present, and future.
“I’m going to come,” she screams.
“I know,” I reply, reaching beneath her to rub that naughty little bud.
I want us both climaxing at the same time.
I want her to come hard on my cock right as I fill her up.
This hot little hole has a job to do today, and that is to take me and my alien essence deep inside and turn it into new life.
I come inside her, my cock spilling my potent seed deep into her fertile pussy. I thrust over and over, ensuring she has all of it. Her pussy grips and milks me for the first time, just as it has done a thousand times before.
This time, we are going to have a baby.
I know that as soon as I have done it. I am going to have to get used to this new kind of awareness that comes with something like mortality.
“Such a good little pet,” I growl, holding her close to me.
I can sense she might want to run off back to the colony when she comes to her senses, and I do not want her doing that.
I want her to stay with me. I want her to remain mine.
I don’t want her sleeping another night in her father’s house, even though I don’t have a floor, much less a roof to offer her right now.
“Why does it feels so fucking hot when you say that? And why do you look like that? Like human, but not. Why isn’t everyone freaking out looking at you?”
“They cannot see me the way you do, and they never will,” I tell her.
“You belong to me across worlds, across timelines, across universes. You are mine in a way I cannot explain, but I know you can feel. And that’s why you came here, followed me down the river and up into a tree and watched me until I fell in the river. ”
“You are pretty to watch,” she smirks, with absolutely no bashfulness at all.
The orgasm she enjoyed has made her bold, not that she needed any help with that particular trait to begin with.
“Thank you,” I smile back.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re so weird?”
I laugh. She has no real idea how very weird I truly am, but I enjoy the way she looks at me when she tries to puzzle out everything about me all at once.
“You’re an alien,” she says when she has her wits about her. “Or I imagined you were, when we were… I don’t know what came over me.”
This is the mundane programming of a mundane life trying to override what really happened just now. I will have to tell her all over again, and probably again after that. And, quite likely, again after that.
“I am not from this world, pet,” I tell her gently.
“No,” she says. “I know. You came here as a settler.”
“I mean, I am not of this realm. This reality, originally.”
“That sounds suspiciously like what Mrs. Drexel has to say about shifting timelines,” Mara says.
“I’ve not heard her treatise on the subject. I’ll have to stop by her fudge stand at some point and find out what her opinions are,” I say, moving her to settle her comfortably atop me.
She lies on me, her elbows on my chest, her eyes locked on mine. “Tell me more,” she says. “I mean, I got, you know, some notions, but they seem mad…”
“You and I first knew each other in a different time, and a different place. In that reality, things were very…”
“Different,” she says, filling in the word.
“Yes. Your father was missing, and you were trying to find him.”
“And you were helping me?”
“Sort of,” I say, giving myself the most generous interpretation possible. “I was doing my best to look after you, and to have you adapt to being with me.”
“Why did I have to be with you?”
I give her butt a light slap. “Look at the chemistry between us, pet. Can you imagine a realm in which we are not drawn to one another? I confess, I cannot.”
She smirks at that. “You are hot,” she says. “And there’s something about you. Like you’re fucked up, and kinda controlling, but good and nice and hot at the same time. It’s probably…” She trails off. “Were we happy?”
“We didn’t get a lot of chances to be happy,” I say, idly running my hand up and down her neck, her back, and the warm rounds of her rear that are still lit with the embers of my discipline. “But we tried to stay with each other.”
“But we couldn’t?”
“There was a lot going on,” I say. “We had enemies.”
“And they won?”
“Not in the end,” I smile. “In the end I found my way back to you, and that is what we have here, and now, our togetherness.”
She smiles dreamily. “I like that story,” she says.
It is a story to her. Maybe it will always be a story.
In this lifetime, it all happened to someone who was not entirely her, not for long anyway. Something she was saved from before it ever happened.
I snug her close, my sweet little human pet, the woman I have sacrificed everything for. I feel her warmth, her softness, and her trust.
“I love you, my pet,” I say, kissing her sweet button nose.
“I love you too,” she mumbles back as her eyes start to get heavy. “My dad is gonna shotgun marry us. You better get fitted for a tux.”
“I’ll do that just as soon as I get the house built,” I promise.
“No,” she says. “Do it first. Because I wanna do this again, and if we get caught, he will shoot you and then we’ll have to find each other in a whole other lifetime and I’m too tired for that. So get a tux.”
“Alright, pet,” I chuckle, patting her sweet ass again. “I’ll get a tux.”
“And a ring,” she says, opening her eyes. “And you have to ask me to marry you.”
“Of course, pet,” I agree, smiling to myself as I recall the time I said this to her before. “But there is one thing you do need to understand about Psyons.”
“You’re a Psyon?”
“Yes.”
“Gotcha,” she says. “What is it?”
“Humans marry until death do they part,” I remind her. “But a Psyon mates for eternity.”
She gives me a long, sleepy look. I wonder what she will do with that piece of cosmic truth.
“My dad is still gonna want me to have a wedding.”
I laugh inwardly at how charming that is. Eternity is all very well and good, but if I cannot offer her all I am now, it means very little.
“And you will have one, pet. You will have everything you desire,” I promise her as she drifts off to sleep on my chest, her naked body dripping my seed slowly onto my abdomen as the afternoon sun ushers us into the happiest of ever afters.
The End