Aeyli-ah recited,
The emotion in the psychic message behind the words was pure love and ultimate lustful desire. I grabbed hold of my princess’s hips and pushed… hard. I felt the ‘shield’ give way and the force of my ‘piercing’ rammed home, all the way to the bottom. The beautiful woman screamed lustfully, more telepathically than verbally, but there was no mistaking it for anything but ecstatic. Her scream was accompanied by a giant ‘little death’ that wracked her body convulsively. I felt the spasms of her vagina grip and squeeze my penis firmly. Her hips rocked and began to thrust forward and back against me. I held firmly to her hips and matched her motion, thrusting hard at the pace she set.
Aeyli-ah continued orgasming, time after time, thrusting, grinding, moaning and screaming with her emotional telepathy. It was beyond imagination. Each of her orgasmic screams shattered against my mind in lustful and loving waves, driving me on and on. Each one tempting me to explode within her… and encouraging me to wait and prolong this paradise as long as possible. My mind was numbed, only the moment and the pleasure and the sensations existed.
I reached around my convulsing bride and cupped her breasts to play with her hardened nipples… and was surprised to find them wet and leaking breast milk. I pulled one hand back to my mouth and licked the sweet liquid from my fingers. I would have been happy to stay like this all night, but it was time for me to take charge of our lovemaking and let her know that I was an active participant, her prince.
I suddenly pushed Aeyli-ah’s rump straight forward so that she fell on her face on the bed. She protested at the removal of my member, but I paid no attention and flipped her quickly onto her back facing me. I thrust her legs wide apart, and dove on top of her, impaling her once again and pressing my pubic bone hard down upon hers, grinding against her mound.
The girl opened her eyes wide and arched her back in shock at the fresh assault of my manhood, this time more direct and more in my control. Her ‘death screams’ started anew. I raised up on my arms and squeezed a breast, and was rewarded with a small stream of the sweet liquid squirting up into the air! This was so erotic I couldn’t believe it. I dropped my mouth to the nipple and sucked hard. The girl increased the intensity of her moans and cries as I drank deeply of the precious honey flavored milk.
Aeyli-ah continued to groan and chatter, “Oh, prince, oh, yes, full, tight, hard, yes, filled, loved, so hard, so firm, so full, so loved, oh, yes, dying, dying, loved, prince, screaming, Mark my Mark my Mark my Prince my Prince my… my ecstasy, my womanhood, my man, oh my man my prince my Mark. My Mark’s maiden, I waited, I… now no longer, done, finished, my love, my arms, suck my milk, take my love, oh so firm, so wet, so full, oh, death, orgasm, scream it my love, hear me maidens, fear my lover creatures below, love is mine, oh yes!”
I continued to suck at the wonderfully large nipple, and then the other. With each swallow, it was as if my strength increased… and my penis hardened even more. It was a steel post, sliding in and out of the wet tunnel of love between my princess’s legs. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I let out my own orgasmic scream of release. I burst forth into my lover’s burning tunnel and I felt it take hold of me in return. We clutched at each other, fiercely pulling our bodies into one another in our attempt to consummate our oneness. Spasms and convulsions rocked us for what seemed like several minutes, neither of us wanting our first coupling to end.
Inevitably, our bodies gave out and relaxed in a heap, me lying heavily on top of my new bride, her legs wrapped around my waist, still holding me firmly within her love. She seemed to have yet another climax and then her body gave in to the release as well. I propped myself on my elbows and leaned in and kissed my lover deeply. We made love with our mouths for several minutes and in the end, I slid off of her and lay on my back on top of the furs, pulling the Martian beauty into my side and onto my shoulder.
Aeyli-ah spoke first, “You see my prince? Can there be any doubt about our choices? About any obligation met but regretted? Didn’t I say that before morning we would both know?”
[As an aside, I have tried hard to keep from letting my translation sound too formal. As I read back over it at times, it seems like some ‘Old English’ creeps in. I suspect that it’s a combination of the language used by John Carter in the manuscript that I had studied, the published stories that I had nearly memorized, and the natural tone of the mixture of spoken and telepathic communication and the foreign grammar. And, on a very personal note, Son, if you ever read these accounts, know that I loved your mother very much, and you’re a big boy now and you can handle, or ignore, the graphic ways that I describe my lovemaking with your new Martian Stepmother. I hope that you and your wife can be as happy. I better edit this heavily before I let anyone read it. Or, maybe not. We’ll see.]
I said, “You did My Love. I have no doubts now. We love each other and we are certain. It’s different on my world. Well, this is my world now, but it was different where I came from.”
She asked, “How can it be any different?”
I answered, “On my world, language is more veiled. Because of it, people can never really know the meanings of another person. In some respects, every sentence contains a little bit of a lie. Not necessarily because the speaker intends it, but because the hearer always has to presume part of the meaning. When I talk with you, I know what you’re saying to me. I hear your voice and your thoughts. On my world, it is as if each person hears what the other says, but also another voice that talks at the same time and confuses the meaning.
Um, consider if you hear two people talking: one says, ‘I love you and want to be your mate,’ and the other says, ‘That’s a lie. I feel like I should be afraid of you, but I have to go with you. I will never give you my heart’. Then the lover that they speak to says, ‘I love you too. I will always provide for you,’ but at the same time says in another voice, ‘I want you to love me, but I can’t trust you because you might betray me if you find someone more handsome than I’.”
Aeyli-ah said, “But Mark, that’s madness! How can two people have four voices?”
I said, “It may not be just four. Each person speaks with many voices and each person hears with many ears. You’re right, it is madness. On my world, lovers are often liars, and many of them will abandon their mates for others. It’s because they hear something different than what was truly said, and they don’t tell the full truth because it’s difficult for them.”
She said, “Oh stop, it’s terrible! This didn’t happen with your mate, I know that it didn’t!”
I said, “No, my wife was a very good woman. But even so, communication was sometimes a lot of work and misunderstandings were common. We loved each other and remained faithful until the day she died… and I never loved anyone else until today.”
She said, “At death, the bonds of the body and custom are dissolved and the bonds of the heart weaken. I’m glad that you loved her. Will you tell me her name? The name of your son’s mother?”
I said, “Her name was Autumn.”
She asked, “Was she beautiful? I won’t be jealous. I hope that she was beautiful.”
I said, “Princess, she was beautiful by the standards of my world. Not overly so, but pretty and I thought that she was very attractive. But my love, I won’t compare you, but I will say that you aren’t from my world no woman of my world could never compare to you in sheer beauty of the body and pure loveliness of heart. The artists of my world who attempted to paint the most beautiful women would go blind upon seeing how beautiful you are.”