Wexxon then went quiet, his gaze falling back down toward my spread open legs. “Although, I am unsure if we’ll ever be able to properly mate. Your entrance…I’m afraid I’ll only hurt you.”
My cheeks burned even hotter as I started to give Wexxon a crash course in human anatomy. “I…it can stretch. My vagina, my entrance, as long as you go slow and there’s lot of wetness…I can handle you.”
“Ah. I see.” Wexxon let out a sigh of relief before a grin spread across his features. “Well, then, I give you my word that I’ll go as slow as you need, my little warrior.”
Wexxon then moved his chest back up toward mine, only taking a moment to reach a hand down between our waists and adjust his huge cock against my soaking wet pussy.
And then I felt the tip of him sliding inside me. I groaned underneath his frame, feeling my walls already stretching to take in the length of him, my body initially resisting something so big attempting to fit inside me. But a few moments later my pussy had fully relaxed, Wexxon’s shaft about halfway inside me as I wrapped my legs around his waist, inviting him to slide in even further.
“You’re so brave, my little warrior,” Wexxon murmured as he followed my unspoken instruction, the rest of his cock sliding inside me and filling me up to the brim. “You’re acting like you already want me to move inside you.”
“That’s because I do,” I murmured right back, my pussy tight around his cock, wet and ready for him. “I want you to fuck m—I want you to move inside me, Wexxon.”
“Why did you change your choice of words?”
“Because I know it’s an unfamiliar word to you,” I replied.
“Yes, but it seems to be one of your favorites.” He grinned. “And I rather like the way it sounds when you’re screaming it, too.”
“Wexxon…” I felt myself get even wetter around him, my breaths coming faster as I thought about how good it was going to feel to be fucked by him. “Fuck me. Please. Fuck me.”
“I’d do anything for you, my little warrior,” Wexxon replied as he slowly started to thrust against me, bringing his huge cock almost all the way outside of my throbbing pussy before he slammed himself right back in.
Stars. Stars. Stars.
My mind felt like it’d completely disconnected from the rest of my body, ascending into some kind of heaven as Wexxon continued to fuck me against the bed. His cock was taking up so much space inside me that it was impossible for him to not hit against my G-spot, which meant that with every thrust he was pressing against the special, sensitive patch.
A few thrusts later, and I was coming on his cock, unable to stop the orgasm that rolled down my abdomen, unable to stop the way I was screaming his name like a goddamn banshee. And as my fingers dug into Wexxon’s back, my fingernails pushing against him for some sort of momentary relief from the perfect pleasure of everything, I knew that the rest of the castle was probably able to hear my moans for him.
There was no way in hell that anyone would’ve thought our marriage wasn’t consummated, that I hadn’t gave myself over to my husband the very first night he met me. And even though some part of me wanted to feel bad about it, wanted to pass judgment on the way I writhed my hips closer to Wexxon’s own, giving him the opportunity to slam his cock even harder inside me, I couldn’t make myself feel bad about how much I was enjoying Wexxon’s touch.
“Wexxon! Wexxon!” I screamed his name again and again, my pussy so close to tightening around his cock, so close to coming for him.
“You are mine, Rachel Waters,” Wexxon groaned, his cock steadily moving inside me. “You are mine.”
“I’m yours…” I groaned right back, Wexxon’s shaft pressing against my G-spot, my body coming completely unraveled as I rocked against his frame. “I’m…I’m all yours…”
I closed my eyes as I came, the sensation of it all making me feel like I wanted to cry, like I needed to cry just to handle everything Wexxon was doing to my body. I could tell that Wexxon was coming, too, from the way he hovered over me, completely still as his warm cum spilled inside my pussy.
Fuck.
I can feel his cum.
“Am I…” I was almost too terrified to even say the question out loud, but I had to know the answer. “Can you…can you get me pregnant, Wexxon?”
“That I do not know.” Wexxon smiled down at me, his cum still spilling inside me. “That is something we will find out together. But even if I cannot, we can always have one of the other Xelxar females carry our child. Either way, you will still be its mother.”
But I don’t want a Xelxar female carrying my child.
I quickly blinked the thought away, realizing how insane it sounded in my head.
Of course I didn’t want a Xelxar female carrying my child. Because I didn’t want anyone involved in carrying a child with Wexxon, at all.
He and I weren’t going to have a future together, because I was going to escape at the first chance I got. As soon as he went to sleep tonight, I was going to try my luck at figuring out the castle, at figuring out if they had anything like spaceships or even time travel available, any source of technology that I could have access to on my own.
Anything that would help me get the hell out of here before it was too late.
Chapter Five
Wexxon
I would’ve mated with Rachel Waters for a thousand years.
It was only her own tiredness that brought about the end to it. Besides, it was clear from the way she looked up at me as I finished inside her that she was used to males who only came once, not twice or thrice like the Xelxar males so often did. And because I didn’t want to hurt her, I let her have that illusion for the night, deciding to let her know the truth some other time.
When she was sound asleep, I slipped out of the master bedroom and headed back down one of the darkened halls. The castle had been built like this to confuse intruders, making them think that there was nothing important down these chambers, that everything alive and meaningful was all along the other side of the structure. And now more than ever, I was thankful for the ruse, happy with the thought of Rachel being safe and hidden away from everyone else.
By the time I reached one of the main rooms, my eyes immediately locked with Aldvirion’s own. And the closer I got to my oldest friend, the more I was able to make out the wide smile on his expression.
“That sounded like some consummation.” Aldvirion’s smile quickly faded into his typical serious look as I now stood right in front of him. “I swear to the Gods, Wexxon, it was a waste of my time alerting everyone to your marriage. It was clear from the way she screamed for you.”
“It could not be helped,” I smirked as I replied. “I’ll be sure to expect the same from you, when you finally take a wife of your own.”
“Does your exotic bride know about the connection?” Aldvirion asked. “Although I assume it won’t matter much for now. She won’t be able to feel it for some time.”
The connection.
Right.
It was something that’d completely slipped my mind, seeming entirely unimportant as I mated with my wife. The connection was an unexplainable force that would often bind two mates together on Xelxar, over time, causing them to pine for one another, to welcome one another in each other’s arms even after decades of separation. Some even said that when the connection was strong enough, and after several children and several years, the partners could feel each other through the connection, too, almost like they could pinpoint each other on a map with their eyes closed.