Bride Games: (Alien's Bride) by Yamila Abraham

craned back her neck.   “Oh my God.”
    Her sex was sensitized enough for her to jolt as his fingers penetrated her.   He pried only two fingers inside, but even this her body had to adjust to.   They curled within her while he continued to suck on her delicate breasts.   She clenched her passage involuntarily—he’d awakened her to so much stimulation.   The pads of his fingers mashed an especially tender place inside her.   She clamped her legs, but without strength.   He continued the deft torment inside her.
    Lysanter’s thumb brushed her clitoris.
    “Ah!”
    He worked a third finger into her while making whisper soft contact with her clit.   Lenora began to writhe.   Her anus clenched and her clitoris felt like it buzzed with each gossamer touch.   Lysanter was already coaxing her toward her second orgasm.
    “You’re so sexy, Lenora,” he whispered against her breast.
    She made a sound close to a whimper.   “You’re…going to make me…”
    Lysanter responded by rotating his strong wrist.   His three fingers made powerful oscillations against her tender inside wall.   Lenora’s leg muscles tightened.   His thumb came down against her clit, making gentle but direct contact against the insanely tender knot.   She craned her neck back once more.   Her breathing came as desperate shallow gasps.   He brought her to the brink once again.   The whole of her pelvis felt like it pulsated.   He continued to rhythmically masturbate her.   Her orgasm was coming.   He had only to keep rubbing just so.   She feared the loss of control she’d share with him.   Still for desperately long moments she remained on the precipice.   The ache of prickly hot pleasure remained deep inside.   Her thighs began to quiver.   She knew…just a moment more.
    “Ahh!”  
    Now Lenora gave a true whimper.   He was still devastating her sex with his strong hand.   She knew he could feel her convulsions squeezing his fingers.   They came in staggered succession, each clenching with mind-deadening pleasure, then releasing.   Lysanter continued rubbing her clit and insides.   He coaxed the tumultuous spasms from her for over a minute.   Her stomach cramped, and yet, her body continued barraging her with exquisite pleasure.
    “St—stop…I can’t…”
    He removed his hand.   Lenora crashed back on the mattress and gasped for breath.   Her whole body quaked now.   She still pulsed inside and her nipples stood painfully erect.
    The tip of Lysanter’s cock came against her sex.
    Lenora moaned again.   Of course this would come next, but pleasure had given her amnesia.   Her insides were so lit up, she dreaded even more fierce sensation.
    The huge round end of his organ poked against her wetness.   She felt him pushing with frightening pressure.   Only the corona breached her.   Lysanter took her hand and kissed it.
    “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
    “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
    He pushed with enough strength for his muscles to grow defined.   The massive organ popped into her.       
    “Mmph!”
    He kissed her cheek.   “Are you—?”
    “I said don’t stop.”
    He joined their lips together.
    Lysanter worked himself into her with slow careful thrusts.   She felt stretched, but not in pain.   After just moments she couldn’t believe her arousal was growing urgent once again.   His organ mashed her g-spot while filling her exquisitely.   Her breath became shallow.
    “Ah…like that.”
    “Lenora?”
    “Oh my God.”
    “You’re amazing.”
    He thrust at a steady rhythm, repeating the performance of his hand.   Lenora splayed her legs to hitch her ankles around him.   He had her buzzing with pleasure from within.   Her face became a contorted mask and the whimpering started once again.
    “Ohh—ngh!   Lysanter!”
    He thrust faster.   His back now heaved with staggered breaths of his own.   She heard a clattering and realized he was chattering his teeth again.   As he