As we left the room, Aeyli-ah said, “My wonderful Mark, the building should be safe enough for us during the day. The large creatures will not return again until it gets dark tonight. We should fill our water bags and then we can go find food. Today will be easier than yesterday,” and she smiled at me and led me down the stairways to the ground floor.
She took me back to the pool of drinking water. First, we drank a bag each, and then we filled the rest, six bags in all. Then we left the building to find food.
Outside, as we passed the edge of the ruins, still moving in the direction we had come the day before, Aeyli-ah pointed and said, “See, there in the distance? About an hour away? There’s a forest of a kind. We’ll find fruit and vegetables. They are delicious,” and we walked on.
After a bit, I asked, “Aeyli-ah, um, you have never seen a woman of my world,” I teased slightly paraphrasing what she had said to me about the differences between myself and men of Barsoom. I continued, “There are differences between you and them.”
She smiled and said, “Oh, in what ways?” and laughed.
I answered, “Well, first, you are a little taller. On my world, the average woman is about four inches shorter than you.”
She continued smiling and said, “Well, here, I assure you that I am of average height. What else?”
That was funny. She had just lied to me! Not exactly, and I could tell from the emotional content that she was joking a bit, but apparently she wasn’t exactly average height in some way. Of course, she knew that I knew that she was teasing me somehow.
I smiled and went on, saying, “Well, I told you already that you are more beautiful than any woman of Earth.”
Again, smiling she said, “Oh, you poor people! How sad for you both. I assure you again, here I am considered no more than average in my looks. It is my great fortune to have found a mate who knows no better but thinks of me as a beauty.”
This time there was no hint that she thought of herself as anything but average in the beauty department.
She went on, “But, in what other ways? You have something specific on your mind, I can tell. Don’t tell me that the pussies of your world are tiny and dry and that mine is abnormally juicy and active!”
I said, “Well, um, that’s not what I was thinking about, but now that you mention it, yes, in many cases, what you just said is true. You are amazingly wonderful feeling and have much greater muscle control there than I have ever heard of on earth. Making love with you is more than Earth women could ever hope for. But you’ve already said that you’re unusual in that respect, even for women here. And lucky for me!”
She said, “How did I say that I was unusual? I said no such thing!”
I answered, “You said that other women don’t experience orgasm as easily, as intensely, or as frequently as you do.”
She said, “Ah, but I said that you are unusual in that respect. Who knows but that you would have the same effect on other women as well. But still, you are avoiding the true issue. What is the difference?”
I said, “It’s the milk. First, on my world, women only produce milk for babies and only for a short time after birth.”
She raised an eyebrow and said, “And? What else?”
I answered, “And, they don’t squirt during orgasm!”
She smiled and said, “You like that don’t you! You really like it. And I am so happy that you do! Um, OK, let me explain what I can. The milk of a woman’s breasts, as I’ve said, is a gift for her mate. She produces it only when her mate has been chosen and her body desires to nourish him.”
I started to interrupt, but she shut me down and continued.
She said, “Yes, you stupid prince, by the time I caught up with you, I had plenty of milk! I felt it being made inside me for the hours that I chased you. I knew that my choice was made. My body had chosen you. Do you know that if you hadn’t dropped to the ground when you did that I would have never caught up to you? I chased after you for several hours, and it took me another two or more to reach you after you collapsed. If you hadn’t slept, I found the place where you had lain, I would have had no hope. I ran all night and had just caught sight of you when you rose up and ran away from me again. Within minutes, you had out distanced me and I couldn’t see you, but I ran on in the direction you pursued until I found you again. By then, my body had produced a lot of milk. A lot! It was a relief to have you drink from my breasts.
You see, the milk is produced by strong emotional attachment and according to how often it is drunk. Mark, I love you very strongly and my body knows it. I feel my breasts filling with every step and every touch of your hand and hip as we walk. I told you, I’m yours!”
She paused and looked at me, “My goodness, that’s what this is about! You want my breasts even now! I can tell. Why do you hide from me? Prince, take your prize! Take off your belt.”
Aeyli-ah stopped and faced me and took off her belt and dropped it on the ground and I did the same. She was right, I did want her breasts again. I think that she expected me to lie down on the moss, but instead, I pulled her to me and hoisted her legs up around my waist and lifted her breasts to the level of my lips. I took one fully in my mouth and sucked hard. The girl threw her head back and moaned and pulled my face firmly against her chest.
I felt the sweet liquid flow into my mouth and I drank hungrily. With each mouthful, I felt strength flowing into my body. With each mouthful, I felt her love and my love… and my body responding below my waist. I drank deeply from each breast, filling myself with the life that her body produced for its chosen mate. My penis was hard as a rock, but she was too high on my body for it to penetrate her while I fed at her tits. But the tip did tickle at her now swollen and eager entrance.
When I had drunk my fill, and when my body screamed that it couldn’t wait any longer, I pulled her down the seven inches separating me from the depths of her womanhood. Aeyli-ah had been in orgasm for several minutes already, but now, with me filling her, her motions and moans intensified.
Minutes later, I grunted, “My Princess I can’t wait anymore!” and she surprised me my pushing herself forcefully away from me.
I tried to hold her to me, but she cried, “No! Mark, let me go!”
I was shocked out of my caveman brain, and actually dropped her to the ground, having no idea what was wrong and why she insisted on escaping my embrace.
In the next second, the reason became clear as she reached around me and used her arms to force my shaft all the way down her throat. And now I threw my head back and exploded with a loud groan. My eyes rolled back in my head and my legs wobbled as shot after shot of my ejaculation was swallowed eagerly by my bride. Even after I was done, she continued sucking at me and milking me with her fingers, pulling every drop I had.
When she was done, she pulled me from her lips and looked up at me from the ground where she knelt.
She said, “Mark, if this is how you want to breakfast every morning… and dinner every night, we will be a very happy couple!” She took my hand and I helped her to her feet
She said, “After that, I don’t need to rest, and I know that you don’t either. Shall we go on and I’ll tell you more? So, first, listen to me. Just as you enjoy drinking from my breasts, I crave your nourishing gift to me as well. I love it. Am I different than Women of Earth in that respect as well?”
I nodded and she continued, “As girls coming of age, we were told that both our milk, and the milk of men, was valuable for survival in dire circumstances, but in private, the women would whisper about the pleasantries of feeding a mate and being fed by him. They would say that the ways of instructing girls was passed down for many centuries unchanged, but that in our times, survival was harder and that our bodies had decided that since we needed the nourishment, that they would make it more delightful for us.