Aeyli-ah said, “Oh, a poet!” and she smiled at me. “A poet and a potent lover! I am the most fortunate princess on Barsoom!”
We laughed, and held each other. She spoke again, “My Prince, um, you haven’t seen other men yet, nor other women, but I will tell you that you bear certain differences.”
I said, “Oh, like what?”
She smiled and said, “Well, for one thing, you are a bit taller than most. Most men of Barsoom are no taller than I am. And, of course, there is your strength and the speed with which you can run. Your skin is a different color than most, but as I say, skin color is becoming less differentiated now. And…”
She slid her hand down from my chest to my groin and began to stroke my penis softly, “…and there’s this. You are longer than my hand and my fingers barely reach around you. You’re very beautiful. Other men aren’t so big. The older women told stories of the stamina of their mates with pride, at how they could make love for several minutes at a time, often as much as once a week, and that sometimes, maybe a few times a year, that she might even have an orgasm if she were lucky on that day.”
She continued stroking me, “But, you my prince! You have shown me more in each touch than women experience in a lifetime. I had my first orgasms as I fed you… even though you were unconscious at the time! No one will believe that even dead you can excite me to climax. And when you fed me, I climaxed again even though this time I was the dead woman. But just now, as we truly coupled, if any woman had ever experienced anything like that, it would have been a legend and her prince would have been forced to take several princesses. It has never happened, or I would have heard the legend.”
I said, “Aeyli-ah, I know that you are telling the truth because I can feel it, but that’s hard to believe. And I don’t want to be the subject of legends. Please, let your happiness stay between you and I, I beg you.”
She smiled as she continued to stroke me, “Well, that’s a hard request… it’s so very hard,” and she squeezed me to emphasize her point. “But, it’s probably for the best. It wouldn’t be boasting, but yes, I’ll keep your legend a secret. I may have an obligation that requires me to tell it at some point, but I’ll do my best to keep your legend to myself.”
I knew that what she said wasn’t idle flattery; the nature of the communication made it plain when someone was telling the truth or teasing or hiding something. There was some element of secrets that she wasn’t ready to share, but no hint that she had anything but pure admiration when she extolled my sexual virtues.
By now, her soft attention to my manhood had me anything but soft. I pulled her on top of me and pushed her into a seated position, straddling my waist.
I said, “Princess, I took my turn, now take yours.”
She looked down at me and said, “What do you mean?”
I pushed my hips upward and moved so that the tip of me pushed into her vagina an inch and then I pushed down on her hips and she slid all the way over my hardness.
She gasped and said, “Oh, oh, this is new!” and she rotated her hips, feeling me stir the inside of her wetness.
I took her breasts in both hands and fondled her lovingly and said, “You asked for a thousand times before morning.”
She moaned and said, “But My Lord, you have blessed me 999 times already!”
I could tell that she was exaggerating, but that she was also ready to continue our night of passion.
She said, “But, if you insist, I will serve you as best I can. If I die, write a poem. An epic about the princess who died a thousand deaths in one night.”
I moved my hands to her thighs and lifted her up a few inches and then plunged her back down.
She cried out, “Oh, Lord, My Prince, this is new!” and she began bouncing and I went back to fondling her breasts and playing with her wonderful nipples. After experimenting with various motions for a few minutes, she settled into a routine that she obviously found satisfying. She’d raise up so that just two inches of me was still inside her, swirl her hips to stir the front of her vagina, then push slowly down to the full length and grind hard against my pelvis. Her movements began to take on more urgency, not necessarily in speed, but in intensity and her squeezes and grinding were firm as she stiffened and held her various motions for seconds at a time. Her breasts pressed into my hands, obviously enjoying my attentions and before long I heard her first cry of climax.
With her orgasm, she began bouncing up and down, less concerned with the specific motions and more concerned with friction and contact. As her next ‘little death’ hit her, I held her sides to steady her… and a fine stream of milk shot from each breast and sprayed my chest and face! It was all I could do not to explode hard myself at that moment, but I held back, wanting the experience to continue.
I cupped Aeyli-ah’s breasts and with each of her orgasms, I squeezed, encouraging another spray of the sweet liquid. My efforts were amply rewarded as spray after spray of the milk poured from her body, showering me from head to chest. And with each flood of warm milk, I came closer and closer to the point of no return. Her climaxes continued and finally, I couldn’t hold back. On her next climax, I squeezed both breasts very firmly, directing the spray directly toward my face and I lifted my hips and poured my own spray upward into the orgasmic bride.
In all of this, I hadn’t really paid much attention to my own physical sensations very much. I had spent more time trying to focus on my lover’s body than my own, but my time would come.
My princess finished when she felt me relax and she lay herself on top of me with her head at my cheek.
I said, “Oh, My Dearest, you certainly leave me no doubt. Our love is genuine beyond measure.”
She smiled and said, “Yes, but Mark, I’m no longer able to call you ‘My Prince’.”
I could tell that some tease was coming and she continued, “No, you are my king! If the world were ruled with your scepter, it would be a wonderful place.”
A person of Earth can never understand what it’s like to hear words like that and know that they are true in the mind of the speaker. Yes, lovers say things like that, and they may mean them just as sincerely, but on Earth, the hearer would never hear it the way that I did now. I held my love to my breast and we rested.
After some time, and perhaps a small nap, though I wasn’t sure, I said, “Aeyli-ah, perhaps we should work on weapons.”
She jumped up and knelt over me and said, “An excellent call to action! We have loved more tonight than any on Barsoom experience in a lifetime ! Now we’ll prepare for battle so that our lifetimes will be long! Come on, King Mark, show me what you have in mind and how I can help.”
Chapter 9
Making weapons
Aeyli-ah jumped off of me and landed on the floor and pulled me to my feet. I went and took the longest of the poles that I had brought with us and measured it against my hip from the floor to my waist.
Aeyli-ah said, “Oh, by the way, we don’t need to fear the animals below tonight. Our screams of passion have certainly scared them far away for this evening. Some may return before dawn, but those that were here an hour ago may never return,” and she laughed… and I knew that she meant it to be true.
I held the staff at my hip in the place I intended to cut and then I turned it over and measured it against Aeyli-ah’s shapely hip. It was just long enough for two wooden swords, Japanese-style Bokken, that hoped to make.