The Alien’s Bond

“How—” he gasped, fading into silence. “There were ancient legends,” he finally said. “Tales of those with incredible power. The power to control their fates like no others. But I never thought it possible that—”

Darla leapt up, wrapping her arms tightly around him, pressing her lips to his, silencing his racing mind with a passionate kiss.

Darla’s tongue felt a surge of hot electricity when it touched his, the Infala runes on their chests crackling with energy drawing them even tighter together, almost as if they were straining to unite into a single unified symbol. A single body.

That was impossible, of course, but the looks of smoldering raw lust in their eyes made it clear they were damn well going to give it a try the old-fashioned way, and hard at that.

Darla had felt the power the Infala rune had when it found its match the old-fashioned way, every sensation being heightened, and arousal pushed to the extreme. But unlike Zepharos, this was the man she wanted more than any other, and he wanted her just as badly, runes or not. They had already confirmed on multiple occasions that they were the most compatible lovers either had ever encountered, and that would have been enough.

With the Infala rune, however, they now found a new urgency to their want. Their need to claim each other, claiming one another as their chosen mate. The new sensations coursing through their bodies were so intense, almost volcanic, a building pressure before they had even undressed each other.

It felt as if they had been edging to the brink of climax for weeks, months even, and there was no way they could hold out much longer. Clearly, neither intended to.

Heydar’s desire was so great he nearly tore the rest of her clothes to shreds in his haste to have her, and Darla, with her newfound strength, did the same to him, laughing with lust-drunk joy, her pupils sex-fueled wide, just like his.

Her hand wrapped around his rigid cock, stroking the delicious, hot ridges, reveling in the feel of them thudding into her palm and fingers as she pulled and stroked. His pre-cum flowed freely, slickening the tip in an instant. Darla felt her whole body tremble as her Infala flared at the touch.

She dropped to her knees in a flash, craving him in her mouth, needing to taste his salty juices on her tongue like never before. Heydar twitched when she flicked the tip of her tongue against the underside of his cock, teasing another drop out of the swollen head, lapping it up greedily.

Heydar’s fingers gently slid through her hair, pulling her closer. He somehow seemed to grow even harder in her mouth, but incredibly managed to control himself enough to not pull her to him. Not until she was ready.

Darla looked up at him, heavy lidded with his length in her mouth, sucking hard until his legs shook. Her eyes flashed a look of love and lust, matching his own overwhelmed stare. She held his gaze as she pushed forward, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until her nose tickled the marvelous rune on his pubis.

She held him there a moment, making small ripples with her tongue against the pulsing underside of his manhood, coaxing even more pre-cum out of him, every drop seeming to supercharge her Infala as if she was feeding it what it so desperately needed.

Heydar’s fingers tightened in her hair, sensing she was ready now, wanting what he wanted, needing him to take her. Take her hard and claim her as his own. He pulled firmly, reveling in the sensation as he fucked her mouth, sliding into her eager throat. Darla’s gag reflex somehow knew this was meant to be and didn’t even begin to react.

They were Infala mates, and knew each other’s bodies instinctively now, even more than before. He sensed she wanted him to be rougher with her and began pulling harder, thrusting his hips in rhythm, just hard enough to drive fully in without hurting her.

Darla felt dizzy with arousal, her pussy dripping freely onto the ground as she nearly climaxed just from feeling his ridges slipping over her tongue and lips.

Heydar’s grip loosened, and he slid his hands under her arms, hoisting her up high, pressing her against the wall with her legs over his shoulders as he moved his hands to cup her ass, greedily plunging his tongue between her folds, doing that incredible rippling thing he did all the way inside of her, tickling her G-Spot as his nose pressed her clit with an electric jolt.

Darla thrashed about and grabbed his thick hair hard, damn near tearing it out as she climaxed in wave after wave, gushing out into his eager mouth as he lapped her up like a man lost in the desert who had just found his first water in weeks.

He let out a low growl as he lifted his face from her drenched pussy, his passion uncontained, like an animal on the hunt, pure instinct and strength on display. Nothing could stop him, and there was no way she wanted to.

His cock was glistening with pre-cum, aroused to almost painful rigidity as he felt her orgasm on his mouth. He lowered her directly onto his length, driving right into her all the way to the hilt, his special rune latching onto her clit the moment they made contact.

Unlike before, however, their new bond seemed to strengthen the co

It sent her over the edge almost immediately, the sensations turning her body into a thrashing animal, rag-doll limp at times, yet powerfully grabbing her man as she briefly regained her senses.

Orgasm after orgasm shook her body as she clenched up hard on his cock. Heydar’s teeth dug into her shoulder as he cried out, spurting a massive load of hot cum deep inside of her, the force of it making parts of her react that she didn’t even know existed.

The Infala. It had to be. It made his cum feel like it was stimulating every last nerve ending she had. It was incredible. Intimate. Fucking hot as hell. And she wanted more. So much more.

Heydar sensed her need and matched it with his own, quickly lifting her off of his cock and bending her over the small bed. He had no intention of lying down in it.

Darla’s vulva was swollen and wet, wide open and begging for him to fill her up again and again. He was more than happy to oblige.

His hands wrapped around her hips as his cock slid deep inside of her, slamming her ass back against him as he rammed into her with a satisfying smack on her ass, his little rune tickling her asshole like a welcome friend.

He was so hard, so deep, but there was almost no pain. Only the good kind as she felt him taking her, owning her, pushing his cock into places no mere vibrator or human man could ever hope to touch her.

Darla nearly fell as she climaxed again, coaxing another orgasm out of her lover as she did, his cock pulsing hard as he gushed spurts of hot cum into her over and over, making both of their bodies quiver with delight. Darla lowered herself onto the bed on her hands and knees, her buttocks raised high for her lover.

“Fuck my ass,” she grunted. “I want to feel you in me.”

Heydar didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his cock out with a wet smack, immediately pressing the head against her twitching hole. Darla slowly let her breath out, relaxing and opening herself to him.

There was so much wetness on them already, not to mention the steady trickle of seminal fluid from his cock, that they didn’t even need any sort of additional lube.

Darla gasped as the massive head of his cock pressed into her, slowly penetrating like she’d never felt before. It had to be the Infala. No ass play had ever felt this good. She was nearly climaxing again from the overstimulated nerves surrounding her tight hole even before he was halfway in her.

She shuddered and her asshole twitched and snapped closed hard around his cock as the ridge of his head slid fully inside of her.