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The Morning After

Qudsiyya Adams was bleary-eyed as she forced herself to wakefulness. This was unusual for her. She was a morning person by nature, so she was used to greeting the day rather than the other way around. But maybe that was all the drinks she'd had last night. God, how many drinks had she had last night? At least ten, she recalled silently. 'Eleven if you count the beer from that devastatingly attractive man at the bar,' she thought with a stretch. A stretch that revealed aches and pains that she hadn't had after work last night. She managed to pull herself up from silky sheets she never would have been able to afford and collapsed as the movement jarred her burning vagina. That's when the rest of her night hit her like a ton of bricks. He was devastating alright. So devastating that she had gone home with him. She'd gone home with a perfect stranger and then…

"Oh no…" the girl shuddered, covering her face in shame. She'd always promised herself that she would wait until her wedding night to give up her virginity! There were just too many weirdos out there, too many evil men willing to take advantage of her innocence to be just giving it away to the first pretty face to come along and show interest in her. She could remember the electric feel of skin on skin as he'd taken her most precious gift from her over the course of many, many hours. Why would he do that? Why would he bother giving so much pleasure to a fat chick when there were so many more attractive women in the bar last night? A sick thought occurred to her as tears leaked misery down her face. Had that horrible woman been right? Had he deflowered her as some kind of bet? Was he bragging to his construction friends right now about how easy it was to conquer her? The thought of her most precious gift being treated like a bad joke caused a sob to escape her lips. What if she had some horrible disease now? Oh God, what if she was pregnant with his child? What if he laughed at her pitiful performance in bed? She'd never had sex before, what if he expected more of her than she could give or anal? Had he stuck anything in her ass last night? It didn't feel like it. No… She had a feeling that she would remember that as big as he was.

Unbeknownst to her, the ornate door opened at the far side of the room and the man himself strode through it, a large tray in his hands. The charming smile left his face when he noticed her face covered in tears and snot. His gait sped up as he made his way to her. He quickly sat the tray on the bedside table and reached for his box of tissues.

"I swear I'll never drink that much again, Lord. Just let this be a bad dream," she sobbed pitifully. "Let me have dreamed him up and not-"

"What's the matter, little one?" he asked gently, wiping her face with a fluffy washcloth that was suddenly in his hand. So, it wasn't a dream or a hallucination after all...

"I… I was so drunk last night that I went home with a stranger! I had a one-night stand with a perfect stranger! What am I gonna do? I could be diseased now, or worse, pregnant! I'm… I'm…"

She burst into tears again and he gathered her into his strong arms, enjoying the fact that she was unconsciously leaning on him for support and comfort. His poor wife was so confused and distraught right now… He would have to ease her fears before he could enjoy her body again. Feeling her trembling so hard he sighed and held her tighter. "Hush now, little one. Everything is alright," he soothed her.

"I'm not a slut, I swear," she whined. "I… I don't know what came over me. I'm a good girl. I don't go home with strange men. I don't even know your name! I slept with a man for the very first time and I don't even know his name! My parents are going to murder me!" She started crying harder in his arms. The man rocked her as she did, feeling a little guilty that he was the cause of her distress.

"It's okay, Sweetling. I know you're not a slut. You were wonderful last night, perfect in your innocence. Please don't cry."

"But what if I'm pregnant? I'll be an unwed mother with a bastard child! I'll be all alone…" She looked up at him nakedly. "You're not really evil, are you?" Before he could respond, she continued. "Why did you let me sleep with you?" she asked in a small voice. "I'm not saying that it's not my fault too or anything, but… Well, hot guys sleep with hot girls, not girls like me. You knew I was drunk as fuck and getting ideas above my station! Why did you sleep with me? Was I just a bet like that awful woman last night said? Was I-"

"I'm not evil," he said firmly, cutting her off as he gave her the washcloth to clean herself up. "I'm a man that was charmed by a beautiful woman. A woman that seems to think too little of herself," he added teasingly, caressing her face. "You are not a bet. It's not my style to play with women's hearts. I've known men like that and they disgust me. I'm a real man! My name is Tyr Anasazi. And now I'd like to know the name of my wife."

"Your wife?" she asked in that same small voice. Tyr found that he didn't like that voice coming out of his woman. This was a woman tailor-made for smiles and laughter. She ducked away from his touch, clutching the covers to her body self-consciously. "But we didn't-"

"Where I'm from, sharing a night of passion as we did means that we are bonded. More than body parts were involved in our tryst last night. But you still haven't introduced yourself, little one."

"Everyone just calls me Disi," the girl shrugged in defeat, fiddling with the blanket as she stared into the washcloth in her covered lap.

Tyr frowned and raised her face to his. "I'm not just anyone, love. I am your husband and I want to know my wife's name. I have a right to know the name of the mother of my child." Again, he could feel the heat radiating off of her face as she tried to break his stare.

"Qudsiyya. Qudsiyya Adams," the girl whispered finally.

"Qudsiyya…" he tested the name on his tongue, liking her more and more.

"Hey, you said it right," she managed a watery smile and blew her nose. She then gasped when she blinked and he was suddenly right in her face, looking ready to kiss her senseless. The girl tried to back away, only to find herself encased in his arms again. "I have to go to the bathroom," she mumbled, trying to break the sexual tension in the air. The male looked her over before sighing and releasing her. Disi tried to take the opportunity to make her escape, but one abortive step off the bed had her crashing back onto the bed with a painful hiss. This man, this 'Tyr' fellow picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the master bathroom, where the girl could only stare in wonder. The room was huge and filled with all the amenities including a shower that looked like it belonged on the set of Star Trek and a jacuzzi partially sunken into the floor that could fit three people Tyr's size easily.

"Dear God, you deal drugs on the side," she muttered, her eyes the size of saucers. His amused chuckle alerted her to the fact that she'd just spoken aloud.

He sat her down on the toilet, took the snotty washcloth out of her hands and deposited it in the dirty clothes basket, placed a shower cap on her long, braided hair, and crossed the room to run a hot bath for his woman. "I inherited quite a sum of money as a child and have invested well since I was sent here. I don't deal drugs; living off the pain and suffering of others is not my style," he grinned at her as he said it. "So, Qudsiyya Adams, tell me about yourself. I don't like that you feel that we are perfect strangers."

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me about your family." The light came back into her eyes as she talked about her four brothers and her mom and dad. He learned quickly that they sang gospel a capella as a group and that she and the youngest son of the family were writers. They were all back in Philly; the girl had gotten a full scholarship to University of Calgary where her online friends lived and had taken it. He lifted her once again and placed her in the jacuzzi, turning on the jets. He relished the look of intense pleasure on her face as she relaxed in the steaming hot bath. He started massaging her bloody thighs through the water, glad of his foresight in adding a generous amount of baby oil to the water before placing her in it.

"It sounds like you and your family are very close, Qudsiyya."

"Mmmm… We are. We aren't the perfect family or anything, but we make do. Are you close to your family?"

"I haven't seen my family in a very long time," he answered truthfully. "When we were together though we were very close. Especially my sister and I. We bonded over our responsibilities and I learned that she loved to draw. Jubilee had a real love for life. I think that the two of you would have been close."

"I'm so sorry, Tyr. Her passing must still be painful for you. You don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to." She lifted a pruney hand to his cheek, gasping when he kissed it. His massage had expanded to include her whole body during their talk. The girl was more relaxed than she'd ever been in her life. She'd never had a massage before. "You have such talented hands, Tyr. I've heard of massages - my coworkers say that I give a very good back massage - but I have never had one before."

Tyr nodded at the tactful change of subject, his fingers moving to her moist lower mouth without her noticing. "You will find that I have developed many different talents over the years. For example…" His hand reached its destination just then, causing his excitable little woman to jump, screech, and clamp her strong thighs shut simultaneously. Too late, though. He was already in. His talented fingers burrowed into her juicy center, making her writhe and moan as she lay out in the water. Tyr Anasazi was enjoying both the view and her cries for mercy as he took her to Heaven.

"That's right, Sweetness. Lay down and let me take care of you. You are so precious to me…" He crooned at her hungrily as he watched her approach her end. She was trying to get her lower body away from him, but Tyr was determined to have her. He kissed her passionately and she shook with her impending release. She was so close…

The woman lit up as her orgasm consumed her. She would have melted into the tub if her husband hadn't caught her when he did. He picked her up and expertly started drying her with the biggest, fluffiest towel she'd ever experienced. Laying her back on the bed with all the care due to the crown jewels, he took a moment to just look at what the goddess had selected for him. Naked, her luscious body was lumpy where she was losing weight. He could imagine exercising with her to tone her young body. She was perfect in his eyes, his dark little African Queen. Her jawline was stubborn, but she had a submissive look about her… The contrast was one that he was willing to explore for the rest of their natural lives together. His smile was decidedly shark-like as he lifted her limp arms over her head and fastened them to the headboard at the top of his bed. He then kissed her before making his way quickly down her body. Her pussy was dripping her nectar by the time he reached the source of the fluid. Spreading her legs, he leaned in and took a nice, long lick of her. Then he had to hold on to her as her whole body tightened up and she screamed her release. The rightful king of the Nylexons had never experienced anything like her sensitivity to touch. He held her open as she shook with her climax.

"So sensitive…" he chided her gently, licking her labia again. The girl was moaning loudly, her head whipping from side to side as she searched for release from this torment. Tyr simply dug into his meal, using his tongue to give her bliss. Yes, that was the word for her. She was his bliss! With this thought firmly in mind, he licked and stroked her enthusiastically, reveling in her screams of gratification. She was a stuttering, gibbering mess by the time he'd had his fill of her juicy body. He would have to do that again sometime soon. She tightened so exquisitely as she fought her body's demands. Looking down at her as he cleaned her sweet, sweet nectar out of his goatee, he smiled at the trails of tears coming out from under her closed eyelids. It seemed she was one to naturally sacrifice sight for sensation when engaged in sensual pursuits. Tucking this little nugget of information away to exploit later, he sat up and sheathed himself in her fully. Her succulent body exploded around him as she shrieked at his fast occupation. Not giving her time to adjust to his girth, he started pumping into her. The girl squirmed as he continued to press their lower bodies together.

He took one of her large breasts in his mouth, grinning at the marks on it. "You have Goldilocks breasts. Did you know that?" he asked her conversationally, holding the globe of flesh up and testing the weight of it in his hand. "They are a perfect handful for me. Not too big and not too small. I look at your breasts and I want to consume them." And he did. He gorged himself on her, groaning as he was swallowed up by her tight inner walls. This was perfect. She was perfect. And he would never be satisfied without her again. He sped up, wanting to experience her bliss again. Qudsiyya did not disappoint, milking his massive cock for all that she was worth. Together they created love and life, Disi still writhing with her arms right where he placed him. Such an obedient little thing…

He somehow managed to wait until he felt her tighten up and release three times before he emptied his seed into her. He was reasonably sure that she was already pregnant; Nylexons were very proficient at procreation. And even though this was an interspecies impregnation, He wasn't worried about his part in the process. Nylexon sperm reached its target in hours; very little of his seed was needed to complete the process and he'd cum hard and repeatedly inside of her since yesterday. It would take a few days to be absolutely sure since she was human. Considering her absolute terror of pregnancy, it seemed best to simply 'get her pregnant' and deal with the fallout. Excited by the prospect of a child, he leaned close to her ear without breaking his rhythm.

"You're going to have my baby, little one," he crooned to her, smiling at her hearty moan. "That's right, little love. I intend to have your swollen up with my child before you return to your regularly scheduled life. You belong to me now. And I intend to work your juicy body repeatedly throughout our pregnancy. You're going to shudder with a release every time I come close to you. The sound of my voice will be the soundtrack of your dreams and you will wake up needy."

"Mmmmm… Oh, fuck me, daddy. Please don't stop fucking me," she cried, pushing her plump breasts against him where he was squeezing and massaging them. Her legs were as open as she could make them, and she was holding onto the headboard for dear life. She rolled her hips mindlessly against him, moaning and pleading for him. The two pleased each other until Disi passed out from the pleasure of it all.

… …

She woke up to the feel of fingers softly caressing her face. She smiled softly at the sensation, leaning into the touch. Then she remembered herself and jerked away from him. Her eyes bulged and she attempted to back away from him while staying covered. This worked until her hasty retreat caused her to fall off the bed. His hand shot out and caught her before she could tumble over the edge.

"Careful, little one. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I slept with a stranger," she blurted out. Before she could elaborate on her sins, her stomach growled loudly. Tyr locked eyes with her as he continued to hold her hand. Then he burst out laughing. The girl stared at him incredulously for a moment before joining him in mirth.

"Come, little one. It's time to eat." With that, he pulled her back onto the bed and arranged her like a doll against the headboard. It didn't take long for her to be set up with the tray from earlier. But the food on it was nice and hot. She ate with appetite, something that pleased him greatly. She had his baby to think of after all. And it wasn't like the nightclub had served food. "Good girl. Would you like some more to eat?"

Staring into the depths of her plate, she nodded. Tyr sighed at her continued shame but went to have his housekeeper prepare another meal for the two of them. When he came back, she was crying again. He sighed again but folded her into his arms just as he had earlier that day. "Everything is going to be okay," he reassured her. "Our child is safe and he or she is going to be fine. We can go anywhere you wish to marry before the baby comes. I won't have you thinking of our child as a bastard."

"Wh-why would you care if I'm pregnant?" she sniffled. "You're a hot guy, shouldn't you be moving on to your next conquest?"

"Wow. That is the most offensive thing I've ever heard you say," he deadpanned. The girl had the decency to lower her head in shame.

"I'm sorry," he said in that small voice he hated. He lifted her head and kissed her tenderly, lovingly moving her tray out of the way before speaking. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and he had to resist the urge to take her sweet lips again.

"Qudsiyya, in my culture there is no higher honor than to be a husband and father. In one fell swoop, I have become both. I would never do anything that would jeopardize that."

"We're not really married," she hiccuped miserably. "You have every right to walk away from this horrific situation and never look back. I did this; there's no one to blame here but me. I should… I should grab a cab back to my place." she whimpered, moving to get off the fluffy, comfortable bed. Truthfully the bed felt like she was floating on a cloud; she truly did not want to leave. Just how rich was this man?

"I don't care about a piece of paper, Bliss. I care about your heart. Right now your heart is broken and it's all my fault. We're going to head out to the Justice of the Peace immediately to fix this."

"I can't marry without my mother," Qudsiyya gasped. "And what about the rest of my family?"

"We will have a small reception with them present. A gown, flowers, a DJ… Everything you desire. But right now your heart needs convincing and I'll do whatever it takes to convince you. You belong to me, little Bliss. Marry me?"

The girl hummed as she received the most romantic proposal of her life. But marriage? She barely knew his name! What construction company did he work for? What were his hobbies? What were his interests? And what about habits? What if he beat women or picked his nose or squeezed the toothpaste tube from the middle or demanded anal? No, this was way too fast. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but couldn't get the words out around his determined tongue. She squeaked, trying to back away from him. Tyr was persistent, however, and it didn't take long for her brain to dissolve into mush. Was anal really so bad? She could always tell him to stop if it hurt…

Tyr held her slippery little tongue in thrall, dominating her mouth as he caressed her supple body. He could feel her doubts, practically taste her fears on his tongue. He planned to soothe all of them this Saturday night. Tomorrow morning he planned to marry his Bliss and make her his completely. After that he would have her move in with him - a new wardrobe was in order and from all evidence provided, the young innocent needed someone to take care of her. All of these things were non-negotiable. For now, though, he intended to make love to her tenderly. The fight for his crown would be brutal and harrowing; this moment of happiness was important to him.

Setting this thought aside, he removed the blanket she was hiding under from her, revealing her sweet body to his feverish gaze. She was so expressive, so responsive to his every touch, his every kiss. The king took his time claiming her this time, softly caressing her body as he watched her writhe under his power. His Bliss didn't disappoint. She was perfect, pleasuring him without having been taught how. Her beautiful brown eyes were closed again and he could only kiss the lids as he came inside her tight space for the umpteenth time. The girl was his salvation. The curse was broken and it was all her doing. He pressed his large penis into her womb, enjoying the intensely soft sensation as she squirmed against him. They loved this way for hours before he felt her start to tire. Kissing the mouth off of her, he settled her in the nest of blankets but didn't come out of her. The feel of her juicy center on his hard member was bliss after all. He simply wrapped her around him firmly, using her limp body as a blanket, and allowed sleep to claim them.