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Marcus

By: haliled



I sighed, catching my reflection in the mirror. the dress was ill fitting and made me look like a doll. My dark red hair neatly in place, my chocolate colored eyes rimmed with a soft gray. I'd be stuck in it for a few hours if I was lucky. Shedding it quickly, I pushed aside dresses and shirts that I would probably never wear again. I sighed and thought of my pajamas in my dresser. Why couldn't I wear those?

My eyes shifted to the pile of clothes on my bed, a mauve piece of cloth peeking beneath so much trashy attire. Rescuing it as quickly as I could, my words coming out only in curses, then smiling once I had my way. I strapped on shoes and stepped into the dress. Before leaving I stole a glance in the mirror, righting my hair, fixing my heavy and large tits beneath my bra, hefting them each beneath the cups of lace. "I hate this" I muttered angrily.

Locked up, hailed a cab, and my mind raced with reasons why I should just detour, skip out, maybe head to the bar. Anything was better than the fate at the end of the cab ride. I watched the buildings go by slowly and I dug the flask out of my purse. The alcohol stung it's way down, but I hardly noticed. The driver on the other hand did, and chided me for it. I glared at him and he shook his head.

The church was intimidating to say the least. A Gothic bell tower and I felt like Quasimodo, but this was no sanctuary. I heaved a sigh and opened the doors. My cousin's wedding. to the son of some wealthy tycoon of somewhere. I found it hard to care and I was glad to have slipped in late to the proceedings. I caught the end of the vows and I rolled my eyes at their 'I do's. 

I found my heart breaking a little, but only for my own sake. Pathetic. Displays of love, or even fleeting passion made me sick to my stomach, since love was something that had slipped from my grasp for so long. At least the women of the room looked promising. I imagined most of them, as they filed out of the church in nothing but stockings, heels and corsets. I tightened my thighs together and bowed my head in the house of god.

I passed the confessionals, they reminded me of voting booths and a smile passed my lips. I saw an ex, also on her way out of the church. I caught her eye and beckoned her over. She blushed and my mind raced. Did she still hate me? Would she give into my sick desires, here, even now? She made her way through the pushing crowd and greeted me with a hug. I waited for her words. "Lead me" she breathed heavily into my ear, her knee spreading my legs. I watched the eyes of the crowd, and led her to a confessional.

We slipped in and the curtain shut with a whisper of velvet. I wasted no time and kissed her heatedly, biting into her lips. My hands searching her body, trying to find a spot to call my own. I kissed her neck, biting into it. Her pert breasts heaved with the attention of my hands and effort of her own breathing. "I remember this..." she whimpered. "Such passion..." I kissed her, delaying the words I did not want to hear, the words she'd spoken the last time we'd been together. "but not passion for me." she finished somberly, sweeping the hair from my eyes, and kissed me a last time. "Goodbye Delilah."

"Hannah" I whispered, trying to call her back. She left me there in the booth, the curtains pulled closed after her. The church was silent. I pulled my dress up to my thighs and sat on the bench within. Holding my head in my hands, I found myself grateful that I hadn't worn too much makeup. My eyes swam with tears, regret perhaps for fucking things up so completely with Hannah. "Was it just the sex?" I asked myself softly. I fixed my hair, dress and left the church as quickly as I could.

I descended the steps and there were still cars offering rides to the reception. I took a ride with the faces that looked the least familiar. I tried to comfort myself with thoughts of overflowing cocktails.

I didn't want complicated things; a woman to tame me, love me even. I found my table and started with a few flutes of champagne. I took a fourth and sat down. I sighed and held my head in my hands once more. My head cleared as I looked up and saw her.

the beginning:

What happened to you? Her dancing hips. Her smile alights the room and she catches my eye without even trying. Her white dress clinging like a layer of water upon her skin. The fabric flowing in the scented breeze. Tan skin and auburn hair. Her strappy heels do naught but make her legs go on for days. I want her ankles in my hands. To spread her legs. To know and touch her the way only a lover can. I wanted to see her face twist in pain.

She sips her drink. I can't help but stare at her from my table. She bites at her nails. A nervous gesture. I stand and walk towards her, handing her a new drink. She cocks her head at me, confused. "Thank you?" she says quietly, unsure how to take my gesture.

"You shouldn't be so nervous."

"Pardon?" So. Fucking. Hot. I wanted her. In my arms, screaming for release.

I stared at the tablecloth, wishing I could gather the courage to make the moves I saw play out in my head. A hand on her hip, between her thighs. I'd make her beg for me, as I ached for her. The sweat would gather along her forehead, hair sticking to her temples. She would tremble.

Sighing, I held my head in my hands. Trying to will away my sinful thoughts. But there she stayed. I wanted to mark her the way I saw her in my mind. I squirmed, uncomfortably in my chair. alone, always alone. And so it will stay that way. Cowardice stinging. But the memories stung more. Rejection, deceit, pain, and so made numb. I felt around the inside of my purse for something... there.

I made my way out of the reception tent. I didn't even know why the fuck I'd stayed. I sat upon a tree stump near the outskirts of the grounds, not caring if my dress would be ruined, or if it was wet and my panties would show through. Why bother. Stockings and heels lost somewhere along the run to the spot I would now make sacred. What did it matter? I hiked up my dress, sliding my hands along the inside of my thighs... if only I knew how she felt, the sound of her voice... the curve of her naked breasts... 

My own nipples had hardened at the very thought of her. I ran my fingertips along the many scars that patterned my legs. A shudder ran through my body, and I reached for my purse and tore it open. I smiled as my fingers closed around the hilt. I spread my hips wider, my hand finding it's way to my clit. I moaned aloud as I teased it gently at first. Dipping my fingers deep inside, raising them to my lips as I dug the blade into my flesh of my inner thigh. 

The familiar passion, the burn, that I can only feel with pain. I cried as I dropped the knife, pain washing over me with climax. Why did it feel so wrong, so good? Euphoria. Why did the guilt make me want to pick up the knife once more? My legs spread wider to steady my seat upon the tree as my orgasm took over my body. I moaned, writhing, crying like a child; selfish and needy.

I heard footsteps behind me, but my hands kept moving violently, fingers thrusting in deeper. My back arched, aching for it to be her. I wanted her so badly I didn't care if she saw me this way. Would it give me the courage to take charge and dominate her like I wanted to? I reached for the knife, and made a deeper cut, my arms covered in blood and my own come. I needed more, I needed to lose control, pass out, forget the entire day perhaps. If only I could forget her.

Tears fell from my eyes, and I did little to stop them. I knew I looked a mess, but it felt so good, and the footsteps were gone, had I imagined them? Desiring her so completely that I had imagined... the despair was overwhelming. 

I wept, climaxing for what I knew to be the last that day. I turned, curious if anyone really had seen me. The shame rose and covered my cheeks in a deep blush. "Are you alright? I heard crying, and..." I trembled, so very embarrassed. The blood had rushed to my head, I was certain, it made me brave as I fucked myself with fervor. But now, I tried to hide my face from this man, this stranger. "You're bleeding." he said quietly. I expected him to piece it together slowly, then turn and flee, screaming for someone to lock the crazy bitch up.

But instead, he did not shy away. He bit his bottom lip, perhaps confusion while trying to absorb it all. I reached slowly for the knife and he smiled at me. He was in a suit, but had left his jacket at the party. His black hair and pale skin an interesting contrast, held my gaze. his eyes a slate color, but far from lifeless. Broad shoulders, and strong limbs. Why the hell was I so attracted? He broke me from my reverie. "Your hands are very messy." Awestruck, I nodded. "Do you do that often? The cutting, the coming?" Fear ran through me, though I did not know why.

"I don't have to answer that, I don't even know you." I blushed all different kinds of red, and tried to push my skirt back down. Or at least set my panties right. His interest broke me, unmade me completely, any confidence lost and thrown to the wind.

"No, no you don't." His eyes bore into me, and I felt my soul had been bared. I gaped as he reached for my wrist, the blood on it still wet. Kneeling beside me he brought my hand close to his face. I trembled uncontrollably as he licked his lips.

"What are you..." He sucked on my fingers, licking them clean, one, by one. He kissed my wrist, lapping at the blood and come.

"You taste" he moaned in delight, "divine. I think I want more of you." He turned me towards him, spreading my thighs. "I saw you." As much as I wanted to push him away, assuring myself that I was just desperate for human contact. That my now sopping cunt was simply because in the back of my mind, I was still thinking of the woman from the reception. My eyes started to fill with tears. Confusion. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be her between my thighs. "Enough of that." He kissed the tears, the tenderness shook me. "Now tell me your name."

"I.... I..." I began to stutter, and he raised a brow. I felt the blood stop flowing from the cuts while he ran his fingertips over them slowly.

"Well, you could choose not to tell me, but I could just look for the list of the names at the table you were sitting at." His wicked smile won me over.

"Delilah" I whispered.

"Good girl" he said as he smoothed down my hair. "Now let me continue, I saw you. Staring at that woman. Beautiful wasn't she? I bet you want to fuck her." I blushed as he spoke my fantasy. 

"No." My lies fell flat. He bent and kissed my inner thigh. I continued to tremble at his touch. He feasted on my cunt. My legs spreading a little more with each lap of his tongue, and I tried to feign that I wasn't interested. My back arched, and I twitched, toes curling as he sucked on my clit. My breathing so ragged, my chest heaved, breasts nearly spilling from the cleavage baring top of my dress. 

I tried to manage some sense of control, contain myself, but no. He was good. So fucking good. He held my hands down by my sides as I came all over his already messy face. He bit at my cunt lips, and I whimpered. my hands tugged and clutched at my chest, pinching my nipples. More pain, the feelings of euphoria washing over me as he licked me clean. I cried as orgasm after orgasm took my body. I pulled him by the collar of his shirt, up, to face me. "Fuck me." I panted. but he shook his head. 

"Another time my dear Delilah" He whispered. I pulled him by his hair, closer, for a kiss. I sucked his lips, tasting myself, delighted. For at least a moment, it seemed right. And I loved it. He bit at mine, and I moaned aloud. I begged, I'd never begged for a man before. 

"Please, I need you." He stood and winked as I continued to fall all over myself for him.

"You don't even know my name." He smiled at me. That wicked smile. I opened my mouth to speak, But he bent down to kiss me once more. I leaned up, and instead he whispered in my ear. "Marcus" I tucked the strands of hair in his eyes behind his ear, and tried to wipe his face clean with my dress. He adjusted his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and walked away. I thought he'd look back, but he didn't. I whispered his name to myself, crying. I whispered his name louder, and he still didn't turn.

"Marcus!" I said as loud as I dared. He stopped and turned. The smile that graced his face was of absolute sinfulness. I didn't feel so exposed as I did then. My breasts had spilled out, and I made show to cover myself to save a little dignity. I shut my eyes tight and felt the tears flow. His footsteps drew closer once more and I felt his hand on mine. He pulled me up, and close to him, my naked chest to his starched white shirt. He smoothed my hair and kissed my forehead. 

"Something wrong, slut?" I trembled at his words and the strong arms around my waist. I leaned into his chest, listening intently. "Stay here, I'll be back. did you leave anything back there?" He gestured back towards the party, and I shook my head. I watched him walk away, his confident steps, everything I could have hoped for in a man. Wait.. man, what was I saying. I shivered and hugged myself, trying to hide my breasts. I gathered my purse and bent to try and find the knife. I found myself crawling around for it by the time he returned. He sighed loudly and I turned to him. I flushed scarlet drinking in the sight of him. Suit jacket found, tinted, square glasses and a heavy tan wool coat. I felt out of place before him. He tisked me softly. "There will be enough of that later, Delilah." He held his hand out, and I hesitated to take it. The moment was too perfect, and he beckoned me to take his hand. 

I shook myself and took it, him pulling me to stand, breasts jiggling with every movement. I tried to be unashamed, but shook in the cold. He kissed my hand in his, and wrapped his coat round me. "So beautiful." He murmured in my ear while he buttoned the coat. It smelled of him, sandalwood and soap. I tried not to be so obvious in my delight of the scent. He glanced at me sideways and took my hand. 

"Where are we going?" I whispered. He led me through and around the reception tent, I felt so safe with his tight grip around my fingers. He tugged me away from the crowd and to the valet. I opened my mouth to speak once more but he hushed me.

"Home." He said softly.

"Oh." I did little to hide my disappointment. He turned towards me and wiped at my eyes, the tears seeming to melt from his touch. 

"None of that Delilah" he whispered, he turned and gestured towards his car. The Phantom glimmered in the sunset. He shooed the valet away and opened the door for me. The door shut and there was that intoxicating scent again. He sped away from the wedding guests. I couldn't be happier to get away, and with such an individual. I stared at my feet, unsure of myself, what I should say. He turned the radio on it was one of my favorite songs. I mouthed the words, closed my eyes, feeling each of them form on my lips. "Sing" he asked me, and I complied. 

I'd only just met him, but I wanted so badly to please him in any way I could. I sang as best I could, but I was so nervous. I jumped as his hand touched mine, and turned toward him. He was smiling, and I couldn't help but blush and look away. "You're tired." He whispered. I bit my lip and nodded. "Sleep" he crooned as he leaned in and licked my earlobe. He stroked my neck with a finger and kept driving. I drifted off to his soft humming of the songs. 

I awoke in his arms. I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed them hard, breathing heavily, back arching, stretching slowly. "Good, you're awake." I nodded, but kept my eyes closed. 

"Where are we?" I whispered, not trusting my voice. 

"My home." he stated simply. I opened my eyes, slowly. We were sitting on a couch in a warmly lit room, I felt his fingers running along my naked arm. He'd taken his jacket back, and stripped me, save for my panties. I tried to cover myself, blushing profusely. He smiled, and laughed. "So modest. I love the way you cling to your chest, as if I hadn't been studying it before." 

"I... why did you bring me here?" I stammered. He kissed my forehead and my nose, his hands trailing down my throat. I trembled, my heart leapt into my throat and my chest heaved. 

"Shhh, there there." He traced the outline of the top of my hands over my breasts. "I wanted some more time with you." He whispered. "I'm sorry I took your dress off, it really didn't look comfortable." 

"Did you try it on?" I blushed and looked away, unbelieving of the words that fell from me. He laughed, his whole body shifting, I could feel his cock through his clothes on my back. I whimpered, so softly, hoping he hadn't heard me.

"No, no I didn't." I could tell he was still smiling, it was in his voice. He started to run his fingers through my hair, and leaned down. I couldn't stop staring, and leaned up, closing the distance and kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, traced his lips with my tongue and bit at them. I kept kissing him, and straddled his lap. I grinded my hips, running my panty clad slit along his cock. 

He moaned, and clutched at my body, drawing it closer to his. "You've done this before, haven't you?" He asked. I felt his nails digging into my tender flesh, and I laid my head on his shoulder. His touch danced along my sides, from shoulder to breast, to waist, then to my hips. I tried to catch my breath, and shook my head. 

"I've dreamt of it." I whispered, hoping I didn't sound witless. "I've never been with a man, but you... you make me want to."

"Converted a lesbian, did I?" He whispered, a sly grin creeping over his face. I swept the hair away from his eyes, and kissed him fervently. I moaned into his returning kiss as he pulled at the waistline of my panties, on both sides, and they settled tightly against my sopping cunt. I leaned back, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. My hair fell over both of our faces, in a shroud. I ran my hands along his chest, trailing down, tickling and teasing till I got to his waist. 

"I want to see you naked." I whispered heatedly, sliding down his leg, my clit being teased by it all, till I was on my knees on the floor. He stood, held my head in his hands, then reached for his buckle. He changed his mind, and pulled his shirt off. I licked my lips, and I felt my heart race. I pushed away the thoughts that called me slut, and kept staring.

"Are you sure you want this, want me?" I nodded quickly, but he hesitated. "I'm not sure you know what you're getting into." His cryptic words had little effect to dampen my desire.

"I don't care." I breathed heavily, and hoped he would continue. He took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I helped him pull them to his ankles, and kissed his straining cock through the material of his boxers. I felt it jerk beneath my lips and he moaned. I looked up at him and whispered "I need you." He smiled at me and stepped out of his pants, shoes and socks. He pulled me up by my hands, and I laid my body against his. He kissed my forehead, then my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck again, and he lifted me by my ass, I wrapped my whole body against his, then he set me down. The heat of the embrace left a lasting impression, I shook as his eyes met mine. 

"Bedroom" he said, and led me by the hand. His steps were quick, and I couldn't betray my excitement in his wake. He led me through the dark house, up stairs. When we reached the top, he forced me against a wall, and I let him all too willingly. His nails dug into my skin so deep they drew blood. I trembled as he kissed me deeply, clutching him closer to me, wanting to surrender completely. He kissed my neck, nibbling softly, and led me further down the hall. He struggled with the doorknob while I stood close to him, tits against his back, kissing parts of it, teasing his cock, wrapping my fingers around it. "Stop it" the smile shone through his words once more, and I obeyed. 


Marcus



I would like to thank Candidofranco for faithfully editing my story. 

*****

My name is Marcus. I am alive, but not human. I am a Valcan. I come from a land beyond your stars. Interstellar travel is common among my people, but I have traveled further than any have ever gone before.

I was in Cryo sleep on auto pilot. My pod was struck by a meteor shower and thrown well off course. I woke here, my pod no longer capable of flight. I gathered what would be of use to me and set my pod to auto-destruct mode. I walked away hoping this was a hospitable planet.

My first impression of this land was not favorable. Dry, arid. Sand as far as any eye could discern, and my kind's site is telescopic. We also see as clear and far in the night as we do during the day.

I could smell water. I headed for the source trotting without rest for three days. This tireless pace did not bother me. I had just come from Cryo and would not require rest for several cycles.

I came across my first human the next day. His fright causing him to fall, stumble and scramble away. It did not take me long to understand why. In my Valcan form I am fierce to behold. I went after the human and dragged him into a copse of trees. I needed to bite him in order to activate my shape shifting ability. I needed DNA to construct a human form.

Unlike many other species, mine does not require taking the actual shape of its mark. We merely need the organic road map to create a shape that functions as it should. This was fortunate as my mark had an undesirable form even for a human. After shifting I regrettably had to terminate my mark to ensure that I would not be discovered.

My new form was quite pleasing. I required a great height in order to remain comfortable in my human form. My Valcan height exceeded 7 feet so my frame would not rest well in a body that stood less than 6'5 for an extended period of time and I was stuck here.

I kept many of my own features during my shift. My long black hair, large forehead, large square jaw. These rugged features transferred well to a human male face and made holding the shape memory easier. The silver of my native eyes blended well with the stormy gray color some humans possess. My muscular body would serve me well too. My kind are 'inhumanly' strong and fast and this body would allow me to keep and utilize many of my natural attributes.

I looked down as I felt a pulling sensation between my legs. Valcan reproductive systems are large, but tucked away in folds that act as protection for the males organs, only protruding to copulate. This form obviously 'fit' my true shape well. My shaft was hard from the physical stimulation of the change. It looked to be 9 inches. This pleased me as it meant I had not lost much to my shift. It did leave me with one problem though. Human males were quite inept at protecting their life source. I would need garments.

I traveled around a lot learning many languages and cultures. Years passed as I explored what I now knew to be earth. Many of the females of this species wished to procreate with me. I found this to be very disagreeable as Valcans are a highly spiritual and educated race. Procreation of our kind only occurred after the mating ceremony and Valcans mate for life.

We live much longer than humans and if a mate dies, we seldom find another. Preferring instead to pursue academic, scientific or security advancements rather than another emotional life connection. There are few among us that ever have a second life mate. 

It was during my travels that I met Jon. He was an Amish man. He gave me my first earth home. He was young at the time and exploring like me. It was his Rumspringa. A time when Amish youth are encouraged to explore the modern world before agreeing to be baptized and joining the community as an adult. This is about the time when courtship begins, although most of their females would wisely not consider the suit of one who had not received his baptism.

Jon Lapp and I became deeply bonded to one another. He is what I would have called a brother if I had been human. I cared for him deeply and understood many of his ways being deeply spiritual myself. When Jon decided to return to his home, he took me with him. I found acceptance among his people and Jon and I were baptized together.

There was already a female that Jon intended to court. He was married to Sarah for two summers with a child due before I met my Hannah.

Hannah was the most beautiful human woman I had ever seen and I felt a strong desire to mate with her. Hannah had a large build and suited my human frame perfectly. However, I soon discovered that even she could not take all of me and I was forced to be slow and careful in our bed. This is not natural for my kind as our women are built to take us fully and procreation is often vigorous and satisfying for us.

None the less, Hannah and I were very happy together but it was sharply scored by the loss of babe after babe. I began to believe that humans and Valcans could not have life together. Many times Hannah wept as our children never came to be.

We lived domestically for 30 human years and in that time many changes occurred. I keenly felt the loss of several of the men in our community. Jon was among them.

Sarah wanted to take her babes back across the state to her family. She loved Jon's family but, they were few and aging. She needed help and support to raise her young ones.

Hannah wanted to go too. She felt that it would help her to be in a community that was a stranger to her loss of children. It would offer her a new start. Since we were going I offered to take Sarah to her family.

In our new home there was a lot to get used to. Many families no longer farmed, but rather worked out in the neighboring towns and cities. Some ran independent businesses, Bed and Breakfasts, markets, and stores. This was a much more progressive community than the one we were from, where farming was strictly adhered to for a livelihood and Hannah was delighted.

The year Hannah was to turn 50 we had an unexpected arrival. Our daughter was carried full term and we brought our sweet Katie home.

I had not changed much in the years we were together because of the slower aging of my kind. Hannah however, had aged a lot, though, my love and desire for her had not diminished at all.

Hannah struggled to recover her strength after the birth of our daughter. This would not have been the case had Hannah been Valcan. Families on my planet share an empathy connection and the mother and child share a unique relationship that is very symbiotic in nature. Birthing actually restores the mother.

I feared that Hannah's age and her frail human nature would keep her from returning to her previous state of health. She never did fully recoup. Her health continued to fail and at Katie's 3rd winter Hannah fell ill. As the season passed Hannah's life passed with it.

I did not expect to feel the loss of my mate so keenly. An acute pain took up residence in my chest and never waned. I was not alone in this. Little Katie, who had such life in her, abruptly stopped speaking. She would not receive comfort from anyone, including me. She would pass through her days routine, but without any life. It was as if her small spirit had followed her mother.

I decided to return home where our daughter would not be reminded of her mother at every turn. This would not be the case for me.

Hannah and I had decided not to sell our home when we left, but instead rented the land and homestead, sometimes separately, to have a base income should our new life not be as profitable as the one we were leaving. This enabled us not only to return to our old life if needed, without having to find a new home, but to have an income as well.

Before leaving, we severed two acres of land and sold it so that we would have a large cash investment with which to start our new life. I did not know who owned the land or what had become of it. I was about to find out.

The first thing I noticed about our home was how much some things had changed. The massive white barn was now a dull, dingy gray. The paint gone in most areas. The house, while once fresh and new, also looked slightly dilapidated and tired. The grass, no longer thick, green and lush was now seedy and yellow. Over long in places and patchy in others.

This was in direct contrast to the smart little house next door. It had a very cottage flavor to it. Fresh soft white paint covered the main body and periwinkle blue framed it. The doors and intricate wooden framework all in the same blue.

Stones in varying sizes and shades of white and gray carved a whimsical path from the wide double front step to the equally quaint miniature birdhouse mailbox by the road.

Cool, thick, emerald green grass waved in the breeze. The wrap around porch had ferns hanging at intervals all around the deck. This was dispersed with huge planters overflowing with massive sprays of dark purple, lavender and white flowers. The same planters hung from thick rope on the gigantic oak that separated the two homesteads.

From my position I could see that an attempt had been made to blend the properties. Rather than an abrupt end to the stunning flower beds where they met the property line, the person responsible for this home had ended the bed shy of the line and staggered the same types of shrubs that I had planted to seamlessly blend the bed. And to good effect too. Or would have been had my tenants seen fit to maintain the land. I felt anger rise in me. I would be speaking to Joshua * about the condition of my home.

Movement drew my eye back to the other house. I noted that the beds were thick with a variety of flowering plants. Primarily purple and white in color, but hints of varying shades of blue and at times pink graced the meandering bed. It overflowed into the perimeter of the property.

A beautiful fountain bubbled away merrily in the corner. My sharp hearing picking up the pleasant sound clearly. The beds continued past this showpiece and frolicked along the back fence, flirting with the two structures nestled there.

One was quite small. More of a gardener's shed. The other was actually a quite large two story shed. It was built to resemble a barn and both buildings were painted to match the house. Matching planters hung from silver chain on the corners of each. They even each had little manicured flower beds surrounding them with small stone paths that met at a circular fire pit. A gleaming steel fire cage sat in the centre. It was surrounded by black wooden stumps, probably for sitting on.

As my carriage came fully around the bend of my lane to stop at the doors to the barn, I could see that the same blending effect had finished the beds in the back. I could also see the thick dark plush leaves of grapevines rambling along the smart white fence. A plant at each fence post marched from the back, to the roadside post at the front. A small path cut between the vines and the crops growing in the fields beyond. This was a well maintained and much loved house.

It was highly probable that a human female lived there.

Katie's aunt Marta waited just inside the door of my home to receive her little niece from my arms. She tried not to show her hurt when Katie refused her and instead chose to hide behind one of my legs. I had hoped that the presence of a female relative would help Katie adjust to her mother's passing but it would take time.

Marta was meeting my Katie for the first time having never been able to travel and visit. Though younger than Hannah, Marta looked a lot like her. I hoped this would prove beneficial and since Marta had no husband or children, she was free to help me raise little Katie.

After putting my distraught and overtired offspring to bed, I sat with Marta catching up on local gossip. Saul Yodder, an old friend, dropped by with his wife, Elsbeth, to bring suppers and condolences. They wanted to know how long to encourage our friends to wait before dropping by with their regrets. It was from Saul that I learned about my tenants misfortune.

I had not guessed the extent to which hard times had ravaged our community. Many families had been forced to sell land that had been in their families for generations. Others held on but there was little money for paint and repairs. Little enough for food and clothes. Some of my anger toward Joshua dissipated. It was amazing that he managed the rent.

When my friends left I carried in the crates I had brought back with me. I spent my night putting away my tools and laying up the horses and carriage. I left the house stuff to Marta. She could put it all away in the morning.

I woke to the most tantalizing smells. Foods I had not enjoyed in a long time teased my senses. My acute sense of smell picking up individual foods and flavors, all of which had me salivating in eager anticipation.

I jumped out of bed and began to dress. I smelled banana breakfast loaf, cinnamon roll, bacon! Coffee! Things I had not tasted since my Hannah's passing. That thought nudged the ever present pain in my chest. Sadness engulfed me again. I wrested it away and went in search of food. Oh but Marta could cook!

When I arrived in the kitchen my confusion showed clearly on my face. Where was the food? The table was empty and Marta was only now putting on her apron. Little Katie had yet to appear. "Marta. Where is the food?" We soon realized that all those delicious smells, all my mouth watering food... Was next door.

Marta set about preparing oat mush to break our fast. She apologized profusely and said that she was a good cook but basic as her ma still did a lot of the baking, cooking and canning in the home. Marta's role had been sewing, darning and other such needle craft. Although she knew how to perform basic kitchen arts she lacked practice. My heart forgave her, my stomach did not.

I was still in a black mood as I arrived back home with my cart piled high. I had purchased many of the things needed to restore the property to its proper condition. Paint, lumber, nails.

Money wasn't an issue as I had made good money working for Sarah's father and as such had been able to put a lot of it away. I had been fortunate enough to add the rent money from our property and most of our cash from the sale before leaving to my savings. It had accumulated to quite a sum.

I decided to continue to lease the land surrounding both houses as well. It was getting a fair price and the English farmer leasing it was eager to continue. He had offered an increased price to ensure another five year lease. It alone was enough to live on. Marta, Katie and I had all we needed and few wants besides.

No. I would use the time and some money to restore the property before I figured out some kind of work.

Besides, Katie had yet to recover and this worried me. Valcan children, while deeply emotionally and mentally attached to their parents, and in particular their mothers, were not usually so shattered by the loss of a parent. They simply transferred their connection to the other surviving parent and continued on. They grieved the loss, but the impact was lessened by being empathically shared with the remaining members of the family unit.

This was not the case with Katie. It was as if, when her mother died, she severed her connection to me also. Without my support Katie continued to flounder, unable to navigate her way out of her grief. This was unheard of among my people and without experience or family to aid me, I wasn't sure what to do. But, I was sure that my little one needed me still.

Over the next few days and weeks I worked at rejuvenating my land. I painted the barn. This took a number of days. From my vantage point on the ladder I was able to note several things that piqued my interest about my neighbor, the most interesting of which was that, of all the innumerable bodies that traversed 'her' path daily, I was sure that none of them were her! Then I repaired the roof of the barn. Again I noted the almost constant stream of people but peculiarly no neighbor. 

I too began to have many visitors. Many of my old friends came to offer their condolences and to be with me. They had not had the chance while we were away to do so and wanted to ensure we were surrounded by love now.

While the women folk kept busy in the house cooking, sewing and chasing children, the men lent a hand with the chores and the repairs. Before long all the buildings were looking as they should and I could turn my attention to the yard.

It was sometime before things settled down and went back to normal. I had managed to cast glances toward my mystery neighbor through out and noticed that she too had not received guests in a few days.

Taking advantage of the quiet and the warm weather I enlisted Katie's help in the yard. While Marta pulled up weeds and grubbed in the almost non- existent vegetable garden, Katie and I planted the flowers I had bought the day before.

At first she was disinterested but as the happy bright yellow, white and deep purple flowers began to appear from the barn Katie began to creep closer. She never spoke but soon she was digging the small holes with her spade. Eventually I sat back and watched Katie plant and water each flower, caught in the therapeutic effects of the work.

As twilight began to filter in, we abandoned our work for our supper. Scrubbing up I noticed that no enticing aromas had wafted over to me in some time. That no ascertainable movement had come from the house in days. Was she even there? That would explain the lack of visitors, aromas and movement. I decided that my enigmatic neighbor was away on vacation. I was disappointed.

The following afternoon Katie seemed happy to continue planting. The yard, while a long way off from fixed, was looking much better. Grass seed and thick, rich, black earth had been scattered about. The vegetable patch had been wrestled back and now sat neatly trimmed and fenced. Little colorful tags denoting what each row was growing. Very pretty flowers and shrubs now loosely mimicked the beds yonder. All the bushes were clipped too, leaving everything looking refreshed.

I was watering some rose bushes while Katie planted a few flowers in an old wheelbarrow with old broken legs. In a few minutes when I looked her way again, she was gone!

I dropped my hose and looked around. No Katie. I walked to the corner of the yard and called for her. Having received no answer I walked quickly to the other side. Marta was coming out of the house, drying her hands on her apron.

"What is it Marcus?" her face wrinkled up with concern. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing Marta. Katie's just run off. Probably after a kitten. I'll check the barn."

Marta wasn't convinced. "She has never done that before Marcus. She must be found. Hang on while I turn things off. I will help look."

I nodded. "Thank you Marta."

Marta followed the small dirt track that led to the field while I searched the barn. Our search proved unfruitful. Marta decided to walk the cut path around the property between the fields and the house yards. I searched out back. As I approached my neighbor's porch, I saw her.

The woman was beautiful. She had very dark curly hair that caressed the tops of her thighs. Her eyes were coal black and her long lashes and brows were black too. Red lips, full and plump in a perfect flawless face. I knew. I knew without being told that was her. This woman was my elusive neighbor! And in her arms... was Katie.

I could hear gentle voices whispering back and forth, weaving a quiet, restful spell, as the rocking chair they shared quietly swayed back and forth. Katie was talking to this woman and from the sounds of it, she had a lot to say.

A moment later Marta barged around the hedges. I held my hand out to silence her. She started to speak.




Marcus



"Marta." I said in a low voice. "Leave it be. Go in and wait for me."

I glanced at Katie and then back at my sister- in- law." Please Marta, do as I ask."

Marta left without a word. I hardly noticed. My attention was already wholly consumed by the sight of my daughters lips moving.

I stood there, for what seemed like hours, listening, as Katie poured out the jumbled contents of her tiny aching heart. I heard the object of my recent fascination whisper words of comfort. Her voice deep and husky, smoky for a female. It purred in my ears, sensually vibrating the soft hairs of my receptors. Basically tickling my senses. I could also hear the sound of her arms, rubbing over Katie's clothing.

I watched as Katie returned her affectionate embrace. Her small face buried in the females bosom, her small hands rubbing all over the female, everywhere her hands could reach.

I stayed where I was even as Katie dozed off to the sound of the female humming and the rhythmic rocking of the chair. Arms holding her close and tight. I stayed still until the only sound was their slow gentle breathing.

Something about this woman had called to my Katie. I thought I knew what that something was. I felt a strong feral response to this female. A desire to touch her. To be in her presence. To be inside of her. All my senses were activated by this her. They were chanting "home, home, home."

My familial senses were screaming at me to claim her for both my daughter and myself. My sight and sound receptors stimulated and turned on by her beauty and her erotic voice. Even my sense of smell was memorizing her earthy feminine scent. Something light and flowery mingled with her own natural smell and it was intoxicating.

I was suddenly hungry, ravenous for her. This left me feeling shaken and aching. All my repressed sexuality, feelings, and grief. All my heart ache at losing my mate. My fear and worry for Katie. Even the unfamiliar feelings of being un-anchored and lost, all culminated into one powerful emotion, that focused into one finite word and exploded deep within me... Mine.

I was suddenly and forcefully attuned to my body. Acutely aware of its response to the stimulation it was receiving. I could feel my heart's increase in rate as the valves opened to allow increased blood flow. My eyes changed shape to take in more light and movement. I felt the fine hairs on my skin activate. They had stayed, despite my shift. This meant that I could feel the tiniest ripple in the air, my mind already detaching in places to work on interpreting this new stimulus.

My salacious glands swelled and began to release a chemical that should I bite my female, would create a chemical bond and dependency on each other. My teeth, lowered and locked as they did for hunt and battle. Something in this female aroused my most archaic protective instincts.

Valcans are consummate hunters and able to receive, separate and distinguish multiple signals at once. As hunters this meant little if anything escaped. During copulation, it meant highly erotic and receptive lovemaking.

I noted the moment my inner sac swelled and dropped, sending blood rushing to my member. It peaked hard and fast as sperm and blood prepared me for intercourse. My sex was heavy and throbbing. The stimulation causing a sudden burst of animal need to overtake me, almost bringing me to my knees.

I could feel the empathy fingers of my mind waking and moving out to attach to the woman. Sweat began to accumulate on my brow and lip as I exerted fierce control over my body and mind.

Every part of me wanted to throw her on the ground and pound into her feminine softness making her mine forever and relieving the overwhelming pressure in my shaft. 

My mind was screaming in protest at such unnatural control being forced over my passionate desires. This woman, this human woman was my infinite mate. There would be no other female for me ever. Even as I passed through many more lifetimes, her soul would be the only one mine recognized.

This was the rarest connection that could be forged between two beings on my planet. Far eclipsing life mate and soul mate in its all encompassing and profound connection.

My mind and body exploded as I mentally transcended my physical state. I felt my mind touch hers emphatically. My soul began to imprint with her and my body, my shaft, began to harden again in anticipation of impregnating her. My heart squeezed out everything but her. Nothing I did from this moment could be done separate from her.

Not sure how to approach her I moved slowly toward the house. My natural abilities allowed me to be silent as I cautiously moved forward. I did not trust myself.

Feelings I had heard of but had never witnessed or felt were racing through me. Our kind being both physical and mental meant that we experienced not just emotion on a physical level but thought too.

My thoughts had every inch of me rock hard and needing release. My base instincts had been activated by this woman. The need to pursue and conquer was clawing at my mind and manhood. I was keyed to this woman's frequency and hers alone.

I paused just out of sight of her porch as I tried to get myself under control. The last thing I wanted was to frighten her in my intensity. It was difficult to check my raging impulses. They were as ancient as my race and on my planet there was never a need to do so, beyond ensuring the females willingness to mate.

I knew from my time on earth that human women were unable to form such instantaneous bonds. Human females were less base and far more intricately complex than even their male counterparts could comprehend. I needed to be calm, go slow... It would kill me. 

Her soft voice called out to me. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I was less than a foot away from her, staring steadfastly into her unseeing eyes. Her arm came from around my child to reach out into nothingness, searching for the presence she sensed was there. I felt her heart rate rise as I remained silent. Her next words pulled at my loins. "I know you are there. I feel you."

I reached out and touched her face. My hand barely touching her cheek. "I am Marcus." and you are mine! My mind screamed that fact to me, just in case I didn't know. Her husky laugh made my mouth water. My shaft twitched at the sound. "Oh hello! You are Katie's papa! We have been waiting for you."

Without taking Katie from her arms I chose the closest chair to the pair of them. As I sat, I moved it even closer. My neighbour introduced herself as Miriam. She told me that she had had an accident as a child and had gone blind. 

We sat out on her porch talking quietly for several hours. It was delicious torture. The constant stimulus of her voice and scent kept me hard the entire time. But, the tenderness emanating from her was soothing and without her being aware, was healing. I was loath to leave her presence as I took Katie from her to put her to bed. 

As I entered my back door I noted that Marta had gone to bed. I moved silently through the house to lay Katie in her bed. I stood over her for a moment watching her sleep more peacefully than she had since her mothers death. 

I lay in my bed. My powerful mind set to figuring out a way to quickly claim my mate. The process of mating her was already started but, my hunger for her was such that I didn't know if I could court her as Amish culture demanded. Marriages would be held in the spring of next year!

I also wasn't sure if this more traditional society would welcome Miriam. I was claiming my mate either way but I really wanted to stay within the Amish ways. 

Already awake and brooding over how to claim my mate, I heard Katie get up. Curious, I followed her as she left our house. I kept her in sight as she lost no time in finding her way into Miriam's bedroom. 

I stalked in quietly as Katie lifted the sheet from Miriam's sleeping body. My eyes hungrily gazed at her beautiful naked form before Katie pulled the sheet down over them both, encasing the pair of them in its silky satin.

I watched Katie's speculative gaze as she observed Miriam's hard nipple. I gasped in shock as Katie's jaw shifted for the first time. My daughter's small eyebrow lifting as her only acknowledgement of my presence. The little minx knew I had followed her!

I watched her face subtly change as her instinct drove her and took over. Her small teeth lowered as her mouth locked onto Miriam's firm breast. Miriam's eyes flew open. A soft confused cry escaped her lips. Her unseeing eyes searched but could not see what had bitten her.

She lost her panicked look as Katie began to lick the wound closed. The chemical Katie had released into Miriam's system already taking effect, pleasure evident on her face. I watched in utter fascination as her breasts swelled and filled with life giving milk.

Little Katie began to suck in earnest. Her breath heavy as she nursed from Miriam's ample sexy bosom. Miriam sighed with a contentment she would not have felt without the chemicals drugging effect. She snuggled down further into her warm sheets. Her arm came around Katie and tucked her in close to her body. Her sleepy eyes closed again in satisfied slumber.

I could not tear my eyes away as Katie began to slow her thirsty gulps, her hunger abating. Long soothing suckles replaced her frantic nursing. Her small hand rubbing up and down Miriam's sleeping body. Up over her breast and hard nipple, down her smooth taut stomach, up over her hip and ribs to cup her face and start over again.

Part of me desperately wanted to rip my daughter away from Miriam's sweet breast and latch on myself. I felt my own jaw shift as saliva filled my mouth.

My already hardened sex threatened to spill everywhere. I wanted to suckle that sweet tit dry as I thrust into her over and over. An inferno of need washed over me. I wanted to roar with frustration as unabated lust for my unclaimed mate shook me and mounted even higher. I fought to control my animal impulse. If I didn't soon get myself under control I would end up hurting one or both of these precious females.

My mind was reeling as I boggled over what I had just witnessed. Katie and Miriam were in the throes of a symbiotic relationship. This should not have been possible. In fact, Hannah had died in part because little Katie had not been able to establish a symbiotic relationship with her mother.

As I watched these two slip into a deep healing sleep, further evidence of the existence of this unique relationship, I wondered. Had Katie been unable to establish symbiosis with her mother... Or unwilling?

An hour passed as a mere moment, so lost in my thoughts I became. Thoughts so deep I hardly noticed the time as I chased them around, puzzling out the mystery of Hannah and Katie.

Did Katie deliberately reject a symbiotic relationship with her mother? If so, why was she able to achieve symbiosis with this woman? What made it possible now and not then? I thought of all the lost babes, Hannah's declining health, Katie's birth... Katie should have buoyed up Hanna's health during her pregnancy and healed her during birth. This did not happen.

I glanced at Katie and Miriam, My heart squeezed painfully. I could not keep my eyes off of them. The sight of them wrapped in each others arms, healing, glowing with life. I ached to join them but it was too soon. I would ravage her. My passion was so strong.

I wanted this woman... Forever. I could feel her essence saturating my mind. Content, happy, peaceful. Flirting with my senses, dancing like smoke in my mind. Her sexuality humming in my sych, keeping me wanting. Keeping me hard!

Our minds were still intertwining. Deeper and deeper, latching in a symbiotic embrace of our own. Her presence in me, all of me. Invading, imprinting intimately, stamping me. I was intoxicated and enthralled.

I realized as I deliberately opened my senses to Miriam that Katie did not reject Hannah. Hannah did not reject Katie either. Katie could not latch onto her mother, not even in-utero could she achieve symbiosis. Hannah's rigid upbringing and her psychological suffering as she lost our babes, her fear of losing Katie, all caused her to be unable to relax and open her mind to Katie. Hannah was incapable of symbiotic relationship. And it killed her.

As this thought took hold a small measure of remaining grief washed over me. The sexual heat in my body began to subside, making control more accessible. I could think more clearly.

I loved Hannah. She was a wonderful life mate. I would miss her. Miriam was my infinite mate. I knew this beyond doubt. I did not know how to make my next move. I could not live without Miriam. I would need to be with her always now. The process of integration had begun and our need of each other would only increase from here until we were one mind. One soul. One whole being in two bodies, linked forever.

We would be like a constellation etched in the sky with little Katie at her mothers skirt. For Miriam was Katie's mother now, beyond contestation. They were firmly attached symbiotically. Only latching to a life mate would break the bond for Katie.

My heart leaped as I felt Katie touch my mind. She was returning to me. Reaching out for comfort and community as she should have all along. Telepathically imprinting her story, her grief onto me and receiving comfort in return.

I moved to her side and put my hand on her head as she poured out her tiny lifetime of grief and pain that not being able to connect had caused her. I was right in thinking that Hannah could not connect. When Katie realized I understood it unlocked her guarded place and allowed her to decompress. As her pain washed over me peace and joy began to fill Katie. I could feel Miriam begin to respond to Katie's joy with joy of her own. I could not help but follow. 

Morning came to Miriam waking with Katie still asleep beside her. I could see that she was confused. I could feel her fright and upset. The euphoria from last nights empathy birthing had waned although the connection itself remained strong.

I could also feel that our connection had growing deeper and more intricately woven as my mind and soul continued to entwine with hers. The receptors in her brain firing off new connectors rapidly.

I could feel that Miriam was aware of our connection now so I gently filled her mind with my strength, allowing memories of last nights awakening to filter into her mind. Slowly she began to relax. I was surprised at how quickly and easily she adjusted to both the physical and empathy connections.

Her hands began to travel over Katie in curious wonderment, learning her new offspring with the sight of her touch. This ability to memorize how a person looked and felt enabled Miriam to access parts of her mind unused by seeing people. I was convinced that it was this ability, this six sense or inner sight that allowed Katie to imprint upon her. It facilitated symbiosis between Miriam and my wee babe.

I was aware the same moment as Miriam that her breasts had filled with milk. I could smell the first drop of sweet liquid. Awareness slammed into me as Miriam's body responded to this stimulus. Katie's mind became aware as milk dripped onto her lips. She took Miriam's swollen breast into her mouth hungrily. 

Urgent, crippling need surged through me as I heard Miriam's gasp of pleasure, Causing my need to rapidly escalate and almost sending me to my knees as my mind and body responded to the thrill of sexuality flowing through my mate. Pleasure filled her and sexual longing stirred in her at Katie's hard suckle.

I had heard that nursing could awaken sexual need in the female, restoring her need for her mate and ensuring the healthy return to intimacy between mates. I wasn't sure I would survive it.

I could sense Miriam's questions, her mild discomfort at having me in her mind, filling her soul though I was not an unwelcome entity. Miriam seemed to embrace me in the same complete way as she connected with Katie. But, I could see that she was unused to sharing her mind and soul with another.

This was not a typical way humans bonded with one another. I could also feel Miriam's urgency to mate with me although she did not understand it. I would need to mate with her soon as her brain was becoming chemically dependent as was mine.

Katie had unknowingly rushed the process by marking Miriam. The marking of a child always occurred after mating, never before, so the chemical balance was already achieved prior to childbirth. In Miriam's case I had not mated with her before Katie marked her thus creating a chemical imbalance or crash in Miriam's system. I couldn't put it off much longer without endangering Miriam.

I set about telepathically explaining to Katie that she would need to go to Marta and remain with her while I helped her new mother finish imprinting with us as a family.

Katie and I had never been able to communicate telepathically before, although all valcan children were capable of this form of communication from conception. I believe Hannah's inability to achieve symbiosis with Katie affected Katie's ability to transcend. Miriam's somehow unlocked this ability in Katie as they locked symbiotically.

Katie reluctantly left Miriam's breast and slid from the warmth of the bed. She slowly walked out of the room. Her backward glance at me said I had better be successful!

As I quietly approached Miriam I spoke gently in her mind. She seemed calm and receptive to my advances. I reached out and touched her face and her hand gently covered mine. I continued to speak to her as I rubbed my thumb across her cheek and lips. Her hot breath caressed my thumb.

My hard sex jumped as her wet tongue followed her gentle breath. I clamped down on my self control. She was willing and ready to mate with me! I explained to her what was happening as I removed my clothing. I almost orgasmed as her soft voice entered my mind. She was talking to me telepathically and it was shocking and sexy as hell.

I stood before her naked. Her hand reached out and caught my midriff. I stood still and let her hands explore my body. Her sighs of delight inching my control from me bit by bit till it all but crumbled when she grazed my member.

"Oh!" she gasped. I could feel her mind reeling at its size and strength. I stood excruciatingly still as she acclimated herself to my aching sex. I could feel her interest and passion build as she became comfortable with the idea of my body inside hers. I groaned as her thoughts turned to more and more amorous things.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I gently pushed her down on the bed. I claimed her mouth with mine. I was losing control fast. Her sweet wet mouth devoured mine. Her heart beat was rapid and I could smell her damp feminine scent. God but I wanted to taste her!

I pulled away from her mouth and slid the covers away from her body. My hands slid under her firm behind as I lifted her to my mouth. My first taste had my hot semen dripping. I slid my tongue as deep inside as I could. Her moans were killing me. My tongue slid out and up over her hard bud. I pressed down on it and sucked it into my mouth hard! She writhed in my hands.

I feasted until both of us were whimpering for more. I lowered her onto the bed and entered her slowly. I fit! All of me fit! My heart sang as I pumped into her. She thrust to meet me. Before long I was thrusting into her passionately as she responded with passion of her own. Our minds wrapped around each other as our bodies exploded with ecstasy.

In my climax my jaw shifted and my teeth lowered. I clamped my teeth down onto her shoulder claiming her as mine... Forever.

Her sharp cry pulled me back and I began to comfort her as I licked her wound closed. I felt like a heel. If I had not been so overcome by our coupling I would have prepared her better for my mark.




Marcus



My passion for this woman would never extinguish. From this day forward it would only build as we made our life together.

I knew I needed to go explain things to Marta.

Her devastation was acute as she, unbeknownst to me, had harbored hopes of marrying me and raising little Katie as a family. This was a very tenuous situation because I did not want to alienate Hannah's family from me and Katie but my infinite mate would remain by my side. Even in the event of her death I would be unable to attach to anyone else again.

Marta chose to return home to her kin that night. Little Katie seemed unaffected by this loss and I hurt for Marta's sake. Katie had fully imprinted with myself and Miriam now and needed no other connections. Now that she had these connections she could form surface bonds with others, something she had been previously unable to do.

I was elated that my family finally looked like it was supposed to. Like the families on my planet do. I was filled with hope and deep satisfaction. 

Katie and I moved into Miriam's house and lived with her there. I thought it best as she had already adjusted to this home with her inner sight. She could move around independently here so long as Katie and I put things away as we found them. Our few things were absorbed into the house without hindrance.

Katie delighted in her mother and nursed early morning and night. It was their special time but, I was always waiting in the wings to claim my mate. The occasion of Miriam's pregnancy was made known when Katie tried to have her night nurse but no milk came. In her frustration she shifted and bit her mother, but to no avail. Both precious females came to find me. They climbed in my lap as one and told me their tale. Tears skidding down their faces as they shared each other's pain.

Neither female had experience to know what was happening. I tried to keep my smile off my face as two sad eyes concentrated on my story. I told them a new babe would come. I could sense it imprinting on me already. If Miriam had been Valcan she would know of the babe already but as she was human experiencing her first child, she missed it.

Both faces were wreathed in happy smiles to hear of a new babe. Miriam wanted to know why her milk stopped if she was pregnant. In human pregnancies multiple children can nurse even while pregnant. It's draining on the mother but can be done.

I explained that Valcan pregnancy is different. The female only cares for one babe physically at a time. Only when the young one reaches symbiotic maturity will another pregnancy be possible. The female will no longer produce milk for the mature babe, but will focus her whole body on the new embryo.

This made Katie feel sad of course because she loved to nurse but within moments she was beyond it. Her symbiotic connection had indeed matured allowing her to move to the next stage of independence and allowing Miriam to be impregnated.

My mind and body were highly stimulated by the idea of my pregnant mate. I couldn't wait to be inside her again! Miriam could feel my excitement and smiled provocatively at me. She, as always, was ready to mate with me. I knew we wouldn't lose our babe. It was already attaching as it should to both of us. The baby would imprint with Katie at birth.

The surprise came when one morning Miriam awoke to seeing eyes. I was shocked too. I knew that pregnancy healed the female but, I wasn't expecting that. Miriam wasn't Valcan and even though she had achieved symbiosis with the embryo where Hannah couldn't, I still didn't expect a typical Valcan pregnancy.

I was delighted that my mate could see me as was she but Katie was ecstatic! Her mother could do so many things with her now. Baking, sewing, playing dolls. We were a happy family already and this completed our joy.

My son was born early one winter morning. Mother and son are fine. I will never forget Miriam's face when Nathaniel marked her to stimulate her milk and their birth bond. I was so proud when I saw his jaw drop and his teeth come down! Miriam gasped as she was flooded with Nathan's symbiotic fluids. Her breast filled and my son set to lusty nursing. My keen eye caught his fleeting cheeky grin. My family is complete.



Marcus and Dad Pt. 01



I'm 19, and this is my first story! I'd love to hear feedback: good, bad, or just kinky. PS - Marcus is 18, and his father is in his late 40s. Also, I'd like to write more about Marcus and his dad, would you all like that?

I sat next to my dad on our beat-up couch, a pillow in between us as we binge watched Orange Is The New Black, which we'd ordered on Netflix to watch that weekend. I shuffled uncomfortably, still wearing the jeans and sweatshirt I'd worn to class that day. Dad had the right idea - immediately after returning from his long day as a contractor who had jobs all over Chicago, he whipped off his cargo shorts and put on his sweatpants. Foregoing underwear, his penis was basically on display through the soft grey cotton. From what i could make out, it was a short tool, but thick, and with a large head, which i could see distinctly through the sweatpants. If his penis was anything like my own, I knew that that cock head would be covered by a dark foreskin, and that thick black pubes would frame the penis that made me. Being half Chinese and half Black, in my opinion, is the secret to a perfect cock.

Dad slumped into the couch as we watched the TV screen. One of the female prison inmates in the shower scene we were watching dropped her towel and stepped into the water. My eyes flicked from her heavy, large breasts to my father's crotch, where the outline of his penis was clear even as he sat. No twitch. No sign of swelling at the sight of the naked woman. I didn't know if I was disappointed or relieved. I wanted to see his cock grow with arousal in front of me, but if there was a chance that he wasn't turned on by women, then maybe he loved dick like his son. 

As I turned back to the screen, dad let out a fart. I cringed and smiled at the same time, knowing that he was silently giggling to himself about the loud, unavoidable noise of his fart. I took on the challenge, summoning a bubble in my gut and squeezing it through my asshole. The sound was adequate, not quite matching dad's, but it was a definite reply to his. He laughed loudly this time, and smiled at me with a boyish pride in how gross I could be. We returned to watching the show, but only a few minutes in, and dad had hit the mute button on the TV. 

"Wait, Marcus, wait..." he instructed, holding a finger up to me as he frowned slightly. Another fart, this one slightly smaller than the first, slipped out of his hole. I became aware, as I laughed along with him like a frat brother, that the pungent air I was breathing in had been inside my dad's magnificent asshole just seconds ago. My cock twitched in my jeans, and I hoped my dad didn't notice. I realised that the TV was still on mute, and my dad was smiling still. His brow furrowed once again, in a familiar expression that suggested he thought another good one was coming. He burst into a grin as he felt it would be a good one. He pulled me off my seat and onto my knees in front of the couch facing him. He whipped his body around, so his big, muscular ass poked out in front of me.

"This one you've got to be up close to!" he exclaimed over his shoulder, as he reached one thick arm around behind him to tug down his sweatpants. Suddenly his whole ass was unveiled. His arched back and wide stance made his ass cheeks spread completely. The ring of his anus was inches from my face. I could feel the warmth of his hairy ass on my cheeks and lips. I glanced downwards. For a relatively short cock like my father's, his balls were impressive. Big and black, they hung low, at least and inch or two below his cock head. I pulled my eyes back up to his prominent sphincter, which twitched as he prepared to release. 

Finally dad let go, and a gust of hot air released from his asshole onto my face. Dad looked back over his shoulder and laughed at my expression. My mouth was wide open with shock, meaning his fart had wafted in onto my throat and tongue. What I hoped he didn't notice was how hard my cock was. The stiff denim of my jeans couldn't camouflage the thick rod that jutted out from my body and snaked down my left thigh. I looked up at his face. He stayed as he was, laughing like a teenage boy, with his bare ass so close to my face. I returned the laugh, as I kneeled in front of his tight hole like a subject worshiping his king.



Marcus and His Momma



Desiree Harmon stood in the second floor hallway of her home, looking at herself in the large mirror on the wall around one 'o clock. At thirty-eight years Desiree was a beautiful full figured size eighteen. Desiree was damn near angelic. This woman was knockout. She was a gorgeous chocolate-skinned woman like Tika Sumpter, standing at five foot ten and was a good two hundred twenty pounds.

Desiree was also curvaceous and stacked. She possessed forty-two double-D cup breasts, a thirty inch waist, and lush forty inch hips. Her breasts were plump and juicy like two ripe melons. Her hips and ass could have rivaled Erica Mena, but Desiree was all real. At work guys, flirted and gawked at her, so the question was: what the fuck was her husband's problem?

If she went back to a size fourteen, her husband, Rashaan wouldn't have a problem. When she had their son Marcus at twenty, Desiree never really lost the baby weight and getting older only added to it. Hurtfully, Rashaan shunned a woman who had the amount of hips, ass, and stomach her body possessed, but at least there was one other person in the house, who found her beautiful—Marcus.

"My baby," she cooed lowly, turning around to the door behind her, which led to Marcus' room.

What Desiree was about to do was nasty, dirty, and illegal, but she saw going to occur as nothing except love. Desiree was about to love make to her son while her husband was at work. While Rashaan was the clear breadwinner of the family, Desiree knew 'work' this late at night was code for fucking his skinny, white secretary.

That's how Desiree's relationship with Marcus started to begin with—when Desiree found out about Rashaan's affair. The only reason she didn't file for divorce was because there was a pre-nup in place and leaving her husband would leave her with nothing. Marcus was nineteen and in his last year of high school, so she wasn't going to put Marcus through the bitterness of his family splitting apart as she wanted him to graduate and head to college. She'd just play dumb about the affair and let Rashaan do him because she was definitely doing her.

Once again, it all started when Desiree found about Rashaan's affair. At first, it hurt because it all had due with her weight gain. Rashaan had long since stopped fucking her and now she knew why. Inside Desiree wanted to day, but because of Marcus she didn't. Marcus was her baby and was such a Momma's boy. He did everything in his power to see her happy just because she was his mother—just to see her smile. Rashaan was never home much anymore, so it was just mother and son in the house most of the time.

With them spending so much time together and her being horny 24/7, shockingly to Desiree, she began to have incestuous fantasies about her son. Initially, this freaked Desiree out, but it made since with everything going on with her. She wasn't even going to entertain the thought of sexing her boy as her toys would have to do. That was until a fateful afternoon when everything changed between them.

*****

At nineteen, Marcus was six feet tall with smooth, dark brown skin and soft brown eyes like his father. His black hair was cut low with a fade; his beard was trimmed to a goatee and the young man was two hundred pounds of muscle. Even though Marcus was handsome young man, he was a late bloomer and a virgin. Desiree had long since and 'the talk' about sex and informed that touching himself was okay.

Desiree had come from the supermarket and needed her son's help putting the groceries away. Coming upstairs, she heard rustling in the bathroom and went to see what was up. The bathroom door was cracked open a bit and she gasped the sight. Marcus sat on the toilet, beating his dark meat and Desiree's mouth watered. Marcus's soft six and a half inch dick grew to a solid eleven inches in length and six inches in girth. 

"He's so much bigger than his daddy," Desiree mused feeling her pussy moisten.

Marcus continued to stroke, making his cock grow to a nine inch erection that was ready to bust at any moment. Pre-cum seeped from the tip of his manhood and spread it all over the head for lubrication along with the lotion he was already using. He started off with a slow stroke at first, but soon he was moving faster. Marcus stroked harder and faster as the pace grew even faster and faster until his body started to contort, but before his nut came, Desiree's left foot unconsciously hit the door.

Surprised, Marcus scrambled to pull his pants up, but his mother's voice stopped him.

"No baby, don't stop." Desiree said entering the bathroom. "Remember, touching yourself is okay."

"I know, Momma."

"Okay, but I was watching and you look like you could use Momma's help." 

"Help, I wasn't doing it right, Ma?" Marcus quizzed.

"You were doing it right, but has a girl ever touch you dick, baby?"

Marcus blushed and giggled at his mother saying dick. He was a little shy about topic of sex.

He shook his head, "No."

"Well, let Momma show you how it feels. First, stand up and take off your shirt."

Desiree walked behind Marcus and wrapped her arms around his waist as his shirt came off. Caressing his muscular frame, the fingers on her left hand danced over his nipples making his member harden. Soft moans left Marcus' throat as Desiree's lips found the nape of his neck.

"Ahh Ma," he groaned as her lips kissed and sucked on his neck.

"Yes," She said with a light giggle. She liked pleasing her son.

As Marcus enjoyed the feel of her lips, he never noticed his mother's right hand snaking down until she grabbed hold of the serpent between her son's legs. Desiree felt his body tense up, but he quickly relaxed again. Her son's moans were music to her ears and feeling how aroused he was becoming made her womanly juices flow between her thighs. Desiree began stroking Marcus' manhood furiously while planting a kiss on his lips.

"How's that Marcus? Does that feel good?" Desiree teased, skilfully working the inexperienced young man over with her practiced hand.

"Ahhh, Momma!" Marcus grunted feverishly, rising up on his tiptoes in response to Desiree's stroking of his dick.

"Naaah!" Marcus moaned, stiffening up all over.

Desiree could feel it and she stopped stroking her boy, pressing down urgently on the root of his shaft.

"Yes, sweetheart does it feel good?" she murmured in his ear.

Marcus's balls kicked and a jet of sperm erupted from his cock.

"Ahhhhhh, yes!" he gasped.

"Nut baby! Nut for your Momma," his mother coaxed as she brazenly fondled him. "Give it up!"

"Ohhh," Marcus groaned, hunching frantically into her racing hand.

"Agggghhhhhh," he wailed quietly as his balls convulsed and he exploded with fiery intensity.

Desiree could actually see the first few jets of sperm arcing through the air and hit the floor.

"Oh, damn! That's quite a load you've been saving! Mmhm, that's it! Let it out, sweetie. Doesn't that feel good?" Desiree teased, her avid hand strokes slowing down to a much slower, but no less incendiary rhythm now that she had her son cumming.

"Ahhhh, yeah," Marcus panted; still shuddering as his spasms wracked him and his cum continued to pour out over his mother's pistoning hand. "Damn Ma!"

"You came so much, baby!" Desiree purred, looking over Marcus' shoulder and down at her handiwork.

Sensing he was nearly done she gave Marcus' cock a knead, forcing another stream of milky white nut from his aching plum-sized balls. Marcus' cheeks darkened at how much he'd cum. He had a hard time catching his breath too.

"Shh, calm down, baby." Desiree coaxed him, caressing his shoulders. "You came a lot, huh?"

"Yeah," Marcus laughed.

"There are groceries downstairs, so why don't you start putting them away while I clean up here?"

Without a word, Marcus put his clothes back on and headed downstairs while Desiree's mind wondered, "What did I just do?"

For the rest of the day, her making Marcus cum replayed in Desiree's head over and over. What kind of mother was she to do that to her son? Marcus may have liked it, but it was obvious he only let her do it because she was his mother. She'd taken advantage of him in that respect and she felt like the worst mother in the world, so why was she so turned on by it too?

Jerking Marcus' cock was one of the fantasies she'd been having. Desiree's urges had taken over her motherly thinking and being honest with herself, they'd been trying to take over for some time. She'd get wet around Marcus and lustful voice in her head told her to rock her baby's world. He knew nothing really about sex, so why couldn't she as his mother show him how it was done. She always shook those thoughts off because incest was nasty, but the forbidden thought of doing made her clit quiver and to her recollection; black people didn't do shit like this.

It was nine 'o clock at night and Rashaan hadn't come home, no doubt fucking around again. She and Marcus ordered Chinese and ate three bags of stuff, which was shrimp Lo Mien, pizza rolls, chicken fingers, French fries, and a two liter pineapple soda. It was a calm night, but after Marcus went to his room for the night, Desiree gathered that they had to talk about what happened earlier. There was no way around it and she prayed that she'd be able to control herself.

Hitting the second floor, she noticed Marcus' door open and she headed right for it.

"Hey sweetie," she cooed, entering the room to Marcus just lying on his bed.

"Hey," he replied sitting up.

"Can we talk?"

"Yeah,"

"I want to talk about what happened earlier, Marcus?"

Marcus blushed some. "Okay."

"Look, baby, I'm just going to be straightforward. What I did earlier to you was wrong. Family members don't touch each other like that and I advantage of you as your mother."

Marcus didn't reply, just looking around some. His mother wore her typical night attire of a robe with matching a bra and panty set. Tonight she had the color red on and after earlier he couldn't help, but get turned on. Marcus always hid it, but he'd being having incestuous thoughts about his mother just like she'd been having about him. His eyes scanned her body and looking down, he happened to catch a glimpse of his mom's pitch black pubic hair that just happened to be sticking out the bottom of her panties.

"Mom, you didn't take advantage of me. I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I wanted what happened earlier. I...I've been thinking about you for a minute now. I know that makes me a nasty nigga and I'm sorry." Marcus admitted than turned his face away ashamed of himself.

Desiree felt her son's emotions and turned his head back to face her. She hated to see him upset.

"No, don't be sorry. I've felt the same way," she blurted out.

The confession just came out as if Desiree had no control over her words.

"You know that I love you, Marcus, but maybe we can start showing it in a different way now? I'm tried to fighting how I feel; baby and I know you must be too. But if we do this then it has to be our little secret. Your daddy can never know about it."

"Mmhm," Marcus nodded.

Desiree slipped her robe off and raised her red lace bra from the bottom, so that her lush titties could fall from the cups. 

She lifted her breasts to his mouth and said, "Go on, baby. Suck them."

"Mmmmmm," he gasped as he crouched before her to suckle avidly on her engorged bosom.

"That's it, baby! Squeeze it! Suck it!" Desiree hissed, feeding Marcus her tit from her cupped hand.

She clutched the back of his head with her other hand and mashed his face into her heaving chest, "Go on, baby! Suck it!"

While sucking on her right nipple, he gently squeezed the left one. Every so often, he would flick his tongue over her nipple, just teasing it before sucking on it again.

"Yeah, sweetie, suck Momma's titties like you did when you were a baby." Desiree moaned.

Desiree placed her hand in the crotch of his shorts and began to rub her son's engorged dick.

"Mmmm," Desiree cooed as she was feeling my son up, "Is this for Momma?"

"Y...yes," he stammered as he closed his eyes and started to moan a little.

"Well," she began. "Momma will just have to take care of this, won't she?"

"C'mon Marcus take off those clothes."

Marcus stood up and took his clothes off. He said nothing as his mother pulled down his underwear. His pecker nearly hit her in the face as it popped out of his underwear. Desiree gazed over his cock for a moment like she did earlier when she saw his well-hung dick. When he was buck naked, Desiree's hand immediately wrapped around his shaft.

"Mmmm Marcus, look how hard you are," she moaned, licking her lips at him. "Your dick's so thick."

Marcus didn't say a word. He just watched his voluptuous mother begin to stroke me. It felt so damn good. Her hand was so soft while her stroke was gentle and loving. 

He let out a deep sigh, "Mmmmm yeah, Momma that feels so good."

"Oh my goodness whose got you so hard, huh?"

Marcus smiled, "Ahh, it's all you, Ma."

She positioned her mouth before his dangling dick and took him in. The first taste was amazing. With each lick, Marcus grew bigger and bigger. Desiree taunted him by slurping on the head while gazing into his fiery eyes. Ecstasy was written all over his face.

Fully aroused, she continued to snake her head up and down his engorged penis. Grasping his dick, she hungrily alternated between sucking fast and slow until Marcus was about to explode. Excited by her own behavior, Desiree trailed her tongue down his dick and massaged his balls with her tongue.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "Do you like what Momma's doing?"

"Yes, Momma," Marcus groaned, his head still thrown back in ecstasy.

Desiree scooted to the top of her son's bed, reached down with both hands as she grabbed the bottom of her panties and took them off, fully exposing her pussy. 

"I know you don't know how, but Mommy's going to teach you how to eat pussy."

Desiree reached out to her son with one hand, wrapped her fingers around the back of his head and began stroking him. She then shoved his face right into her pussy. 

"Mmhm, yeah, do it just like that." Desiree moaned as he licked her slowly.

"Mmm, just a little faster c'mon." she instructed and Marcus obeyed.

Marcus unknowingly found her clit and lashed at it. Before Marcus even realized what he was doing, he was lapping away at his mother's hot coochie.

"Oooh yeah, lick Momma's clit, baby. Shit, put your fingers down there. You've got to rub the kitty-cat, baby."

Marcus started gently working his fingers in and out of her cunt. He was trembling because it was so exciting. The inside of his mom's pussy felt slippery.

"Mmmmmmm, yes, that's good. See how wet you got me?"

Marcus zoned in on her clit. It was so pinkish-brown and creaming. Eagerly he flicked his tongue across her clit, occasionally alternating between biting and sucking. Desiree's thighs began to shake as she came a second time and all of her sweet cum landing in his mouth. He really went to work on her cunt, sucking, biting, and licking.

"Oh my God, Marcus! I'm cumming! Aggghhhhh! Yes, suck it, baby!"

Marcus' mouth was suddenly filled with fresh pussy juice. He drank some of it down, pussy juice and saliva smearing all over his face.

"How did I do, Mom?" Marcus asked 

Desiree smiled. "You did great!"

Desiree got up on her hands and knees, exposing her firm ass, looking back at her son.

"Fuck me, Marcus." she ordered.

Being a virgin, Marcus didn't know what he was doing. After a few unsuccessful attempts to penetrate his mom, Desiree reached behind her and slowly, gently, guided her son's throbbing cock into her wet, waiting pussy. 

"Ahhhhhhh," Desiree screamed, still caught off guard by the size and length of him.

Marcus' entire penis filled her up. With each stroke he gave her, she whimpered and moaned. Her world instantly became an erotic realm of pleasure, pressure, and a little a bit of pain. Her arms were still outstretched over her head as he pounded in and out, thrusting his hips from side to side.

"You like it how I'm doing it, Ma?" he whispered, grinding in and out.

"Ooooh yes, fuck me hard, sweetie! Fuck Mommy's pussy hard until you cum!" she wailed, her eyes curling back in her head.

Desiree was dizzy with passion, she was so wet. Getting dicked down never felt so good before. With each thrust, her pussy spread wider and wider. Sweat dripped from her pores as Marcus quickened his pace. 

"Shit!" Desiree screamed, pressing two fingers down hard on her clit. "Fuck me, boy, goddamn!"

"Ooooh, I feel, Ma. I feel..." Marcus moaned, stroking faster, feeling his nut slowly start to creep to the surface.

"I'm cumming, baby! Ooooh baby, you feel it?! Oooooooh, Marcus, you're fucking this pussy so good!" Desiree shrieked and within seconds he was doing just that. "Nut for me, sweetie! Bust that nut inside Mommy's pussy!"

"Oh god!" Marcus screamed, blasting streams of cum inside his mother.

"Oh yeah," Desiree moaned. "Let it all out, baby!"

Completely spent, mother and son lay breathing heavily until they fell asleep.

*****

The first time they sleep together was three months ago and as Desiree entered Marcus' room a funny thought popped into her head.

"Did black families fuck around like this?"

She didn't know about other families. All she knew about was her, her son, and that she loved fucking him.