Vel and her Earthophiles had been beside themselves with the opportunity to help plan a human wedding. No one can doubt their effort and enthusiasm, so I don’t have the heart to tell them that sometimes their research is bringing up traditional wedding elements from other Earth religions or cultures, or hell, just that they’ve somehow stumbled upon bridal trends from the 80’s somehow.
I don’t care. I love my big, poofy-sleeved dress purely because of how excited they had all gotten over it.
It doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is that Kiahn is with me.
And he is.
Right now.
Blindfolded on the morning of our wedding because he’s been told it’s bad luck for him to set eyes on his bride before the nuptials.
“We’re getting married in a couple of hours, surely you can wait?” I ask, shifting positions again, trying to fool him as to my whereabouts.
My quiet giggle gives my position away, and his head whips in my direction. “You severely underestimate my appetite for you, little human,” Kiahn grins, lunging for me.
I dodge his advance, barely escaping him as I spin giddily out of reach. “Your appetite? Maybe you should have eaten a better breakfast, Your Highness.”
Kiahn growls playfully and lunges again, this time managing to swipe me, pulling me in close. He’s smiling beneath that blindfold of his as he lowers his face. “Give me your lips, Niska,” he whispers.
I oblige.
Our kiss is soft and tender, and I can’t help but slide my arms around Kiahn’s big, muscular shoulders to link around his neck as I press my body to his.
Kiahn groans into my mouth, his tongue stroking against mine. He pulls back, just a little to make another request, “let me eat my bride’s cunt before the ceremony today.” He swallows my surprised little squeak with his mouth on mine again as soon as he’d spoken.
“Kiahn-”
My protest is weak, and he doesn’t seem to want to let me voice it, as he keeps occupying my mouth with his own, pulling me closer, holding me tighter, completely squashing my big, ivory wedding dress that he can’t see. “Niska,” he whines, “don’t make me wait. I haven’t had you since yesterday and we did not get to cuddle last night.”
I can’t help but giggle at that. “Ok,” I tell him, walking backward to the bed, my hand hooked into his tight pants, tugging him along with me. “I suppose I can allow that,” I tease.
“Thank the Goddesses that they sent me a merciful female,” Kiahn says, grinning. He’s still completely sightless so he stands there at the foot of the bed, awaiting instruction. As soon as I give him the go-ahead, this huge, powerful alien prince falls to his knees on the floor before he bows, blindly diving head-first beneath my dress to devour me between my thighs.
The first, eager lick of his tongue, pulls a moan from my throat. And it’s not long before I’m gripping his horns like handlebars, just the way he likes, while my growing desperation spurs me on to pull him closer, grinding my pussy against his hungry, groaning mouth.
The explosion of pleasure fizzes out from where he continues to lick, suck, and tease it out of me, taking over my whole body, causing me to curl up in on myself as I grip his horns tightly. I ride that magical mouth of his, all while he still wears that blindfold.
“Kiahn,” I sigh, falling back on the bed, breathless. “Oh, my God.”
I sling my arm over my eyes and feel his mouth leave me with a kiss to my inner thigh. But then I hear the clink-clink of Kiahn’s belt-buckle and peer up at him. “Please, Niska,” he begs blindly, panting. “I know we are meant to wait for the wedding night, but I do not think I could wait.”
Kiahn pulls out his big, thick, charcoal gray cock from the opening in his pants and strokes himself once, twice. He’s waiting for my permission, but he looks like he’s practically bursting with desperation, if the way he strains in his hand and the beading of precum is anything to go by.
I lick my lips at the sight of him, alert, needy, and holding himself back just for my word. I’m still trying to catch my breath from enjoying his mouth, and all I manage to get out is a, “yes, I think we can-” before he’s surging forward, fumbling to stuff his cock into me.
I’m so wet from before that he slips in easily. I gasp from the sudden fullness, and Kiahn, well he throws his head back, and lets out a long, delicious-sounding groan that makes my toes curl. Collapsing on me, he starts thrusting and I’m half-tempted to remove the blindfold so I can see those gorgeous eyes of his.
He moans my name and I revel in the sensation of feeling the fabric of his pants and the rhythmic clink-clink of his belt buckle as he fucks me still fully clothed. Just knowing that Kiahn’s need for me was too urgent to even shove his pants down to his knees has me arching my back up into him and whispering words of encouragement into his ear.
Kiahn buries his face into the crook of my neck as he continues fucking me. His panted breath dampens the gold of my collar, and his fangs occasionally bump against the metal. “I want you to be full of my seed in front of all our guests, little female,” he tells me as he thrusts. “I want you to feel my love for you dripping down the inside of your thighs as you become mine.”
I hitch my legs higher over his hips and hold onto him tighter. One of his fangs grazes over a small area of my collar - an area with a tiny decorative cut-out, so I can feel the scrape of his teeth against my skin. He follows that up with a lick of histongue like he’s desperate to taste me here too. Or maybe he’s apologizing for his own temptations.
“Next best thing to bonding you to me with a bite,” he murmurs as if to himself, his fangs still worrying at my collar, every now and again hooking into one of the little cutaway shapes as if he means to break me free of the thing with his teeth.
A moment of sheer clarity appears in my mind like a sunburst. It’s as if I’ve just consumed a whole glass of Kiahn’s Bloodline Venom - that magic stuff that makes everything so simple, evident and completely clear of complications.
And, I don’t even question it. I reach around the back of my neck and touch the electronic pad that reads my fingerprints to unlock my collar. He’s doing everything in his power to give me a commitment that is traditional for humans, and now I want to do the same for him. The thing opens with a quiet click, but just that one small noise was enough for Kiahn to freeze. When he feels me move - to take off my collar and drop it to the floor with a clatter, he sucks in a breath.
