Wexxon the Great Alien Warrior - Juno Wells Page 0,60

time, though.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” Rachel’s cheeks went red as she continued to rock against my cock, her hands pressing down on my chest for support.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, my love.” I smiled up at her as I placed my hands on her waist, keeping her in place on top of me as I began to roughly thrust inside her.

And Rachel let me take full control, no longer moving against me as she accepted the motion of my hips, her breath seeming to catch in her throat. “Wexxon…I’m…I’m so close…”

I let out a contented sigh as I thrust into her again, making sure that my cock was angled toward that special spot inside her, the one that always made her scream my name.

And soon enough, Rachel was coming on my shaft, her pussy tightening around the length of it as she trembled on top of me. For a moment, I considered giving her time to recover, noticing the way her breaths were coming ragged and quick.

But instead, I hastily moved away from the floor while cautiously carrying my wife in my arms. And before Rachel had a chance to say anything in response to my actions, I’d pressed her back against a nearby wall, my hands supporting her thighs as I slammed my cock back inside her.

“Wexxon! Wexxon!” Rachel cried out as she wrapped her legs around my waist, her head resting against the wall, too. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“You’re so perfect, my Rachel,” I murmured down at her, my cock steadily moving inside her. “And you’re going to be mine forever.”

“Yours…forever…” Rachel moaned, her breaths coming out fast yet again. “Wexxon…I love you…I love you…”

“I love you, too, my little warrior,” I moaned in return, pounding my cock into her for a final time as I spilled my warm seed inside her. And as I came deep inside her pussy, Rachel let out a soft yawn, her eyes becoming half-lidded and heavy with sleep.

And I smiled to myself as my little warrior nodded off right after coming on my cock, sudden tiredness being another side effect of her pregnancy, another sign that she was getting so much closer to bringing our child into the world.

Chapter Eighteen

Rachel

“What do you think of the name Quethos?” I asked as I flipped through a baby name book in the castle’s library. I’d picked it up while I was in the city with Wexxon, right before we’d gone out for another drink and meal at the bar, a building that was quickly becoming one of my favorites on Xelxar. I considered using an Earth name but I don’t want my baby to not fit into his home.

“That’s one of the most popular names in the city,” Palqeet replied, her attention on the book in front of her. She’d been obsessed with reading the classics lately, and while I would’ve loved to discuss them with her, I wasn’t sure if my reading level was up to par.

But maybe in another month or two.

“Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing?” I pressed.

And Palqeet looked up from her book. “Is that what we want? We want our child to have a super common name? Why not determine his interests by survey, too?”

“Actually, I think Aldvirion might approve of that technique.” I smirked.

And Palqeet let out a dramatic sigh in response. “Of course Aldvirion would. But I refuse to go by what Aldvirion says, unless it’s specifically about the health of the child. Anything social or otherwise? That should go through me.”

Palqeet then held up a finger, before she went on. “What about the name Hiplox? It’s trending in the city. And it’ll signal that his family keeps up with trends.”

“Oh, no thanks.” I shook my head. “I wasn’t much of a trendsetter back on Earth, and I don’t think I want the added pressure of trying to be cool on a totally different planet.”

“Fine. What about Gurgjil?”

“That…kind of sounds like someone’s about to vomit.” I frowned. “I don’t think that one’s any good.”

“Weono?”

“…Maybe.” I hummed as I tapped my fingers along the library’s desk. “We should put that one in the maybe column.”

“Is that not where all the potential names for the child are right now?” Palqeet pouted. “Rachel, you know that you are due to give birth at any moment. You should really think about narrowing down the name options—”

Palqeet’s response was interrupted by the distinct sound of my water breaking, a large, sloshing sound that slid from between my