“Can you fix it?”
“I have part of the science team working on reversing the possible negative side effects of the serum. The rest are working on the time paradox equation.”
“If you find a solution to the time paradox does that mean you can rescue my sister?” I say, my voice low and raspy. I can barely believe that it could be real.
“Potentially. But the calculations required could take many years. It won’t happen overnight, no matter how many resources I throw at them. The immediate solution is to find a cure for the madness that has infected half our men.”
“But there is hope of returning?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes. There’s hope. There is hope for all of us,” he says. He sounds weary. The stress has added lines to his handsome face. But I can’t help feeling a sense of elation.
Perhaps I can have my Martian king and my sister. Perhaps I can live this life he’s offering me and not hate myself every day for it.
I am concerned for the safety of the girls at the bridal house. I am also worried about the rebellion’s effect on Mars as a whole. But these things seem small to me compared to my sister’s life.
“Then you will save her?”
“Yes, Madeline. If we can open the timegate and return to Earth without causing a time paradox, saving your sister will be my first priority.”
I jump to my feet and throw my arms around him. Relief washes over me. I feel like I’ve been horrible to him. But he forgives everything. And it makes me respect him a thousand times more. Even the possibility that we might be able to save her makes me feel like I can relax. It makes me feel like I can accept him and my new life on Mars without regret.
“Thank you, Damious,” I whisper into his ear. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m not usually like that. I want you to know that.”
He pats my back and pulls me into his lap. He lazily strokes my face, gazing into the distance.
“I know,” he says, looking at me. “This is an extraordinary circumstance. We’ve all expected a great deal from all of the women from Earth. There are a few who have had a complete breakdown. Counseling is helping, but it will be a long, long time before they will ever be ready to accept a Martian match. I should also apologize. The serum is affecting me negatively as well, making me irrational and irritable. That was how I knew it was the problem for the other men.”
My heart leaps at his words. Hearing him apologize to me washes over me in a rush of relaxation. It’s like I can finally breathe again.
“I think together we can overcome anything.”
I lean in to kiss him and our lips meet. The kiss is softer and sweeter than any kiss we have yet shared. It’s like we are finally coming together as two people, two hearts, for the first time. Without any lies or misunderstandings. It’s just the two of us, caught up in an impossible situation.
We could battle each other, or we can find comfort in each other’s arms. Finally, finally, we both see that we are better together than apart.
He pulls me closer, stroking my hip. I feel his desire rise against me and a rush of dampness flows from between my thighs.
I gasp, sucking in his kiss. All I want is for him to touch me. To be inside me, for us to be together completely. I can’t stand for us to be separate a moment longer. It has to be now. I have to have him.
I suck in his breath, running my fingers through his hair. A moan purrs from my throat. His grip on me tightens, crushing me against his chest. Dampness rushes from inside me as his hand slides between my legs.
He strokes the wet fabric, his tongue darting into my mouth. I love the taste of him. The feel of him against me. When he came in my mouth, all I could think about was having that cock inside my core.
I sling my other leg over his lap so that I am sitting astride him. His massive hands grip my waist, and he pulls me down onto his hardness. I slide over him, my panties soaking the crotch of his pants.
His hands slide over my ass, gripping and squeezing my cheeks. His fingers flick over my hole as he squeezes and pulls me down against his throbbing rod.
I gasp and throw my head back. He buries his face in my breasts, biting at the fabric of my dress. Remembering how he ripped off my last dress, I pull it up over my head and drop it on the floor. His cock throbs under me and his lips close around my nipple.
He sucks, thrusting up into my core. I groan, the pleasure too intense to describe. My pussy is ravenous for him. I press against him, desperate to get out of my clothes.
His hands find my breasts, squeezing as he bites and licks and sucks me. I grow wetter, if it’s even possible. I claim his mouth, thrusting my tongue between his lips.
He tastes like heaven. I can barely breathe. I have no thoughts. Just feelings. Just desire.
Damious grabs my thighs and abruptly stands. I gasp as he raises me into the air. There is fire in his eyes. Our gazes lock. We want the same thing. There’s no more waiting. No more games.
He places me on the bed and rips off my panties. I’m so turned on I don’t even feel the pain from the fabric tearing off my body. He pulls off his own clothing and spreads my legs, kneeling between them on the floor.
I scream as he dives into my pussy and wraps my legs around his head. The contact of his tongue on my clit is such a relief, it’s like I’ve been dying of thirst until he quenched me. He thrusts against my sex, twirling on my bud and penetrating my core.
I grip his hair, so close to release. I’m whimpering and mewling as he takes me with his tongue. His hands hold my thighs so tight I have no escape. But I want him inside me. I need his cock.
I don’t care that I’m a virgin. I don’t care that his cock is huge. I don’t care that it might hurt. It’s like I was made for this moment.
“Damious,” I moan. “Damious, please.”
An orgasm rushes through me and a scream rips from my throat.
He lets me go, as I pant below him on the bed. He stares down at me. His cock is stiff and pointing to the sky. I reach up to him, to touch him, to give him the pleasure he gives me.
My hand barely closes around his shaft.
“What is it, little female,” he asks, his voice thick with desire. “What do you want from me?”
“I want your cock inside my pussy.”
“Do you? Are you really ready to take me?”
His hand slides between my legs and begins to stroke my lips.
“Yes,” I groan.
“You think you can take this?” he asks me, stroking his cock.
My eyes widen and my mouth waters. My lips part.
“You had trouble taking it in your mouth. You think your cunt will accommodate me better?”
“We can…” I groan as his thick wet fingers enter me. “We can try.”
He thrusts into my cunt as he called it, pushing deep to the base of his fingers. I call out as he breaks my hymen. The snapping of the thin membrane momentarily brings me back to reality.
My thighs shake as blood trickles onto the bed. He leans down and licks my nipples and presses my clit with this thumb.
I throw my arms around his shoulders. A tear slides down my cheek.
“I don’t think you’re ready, Madeline,” he says, holding me against him. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not now, not when we are so close to making this work.”
He lifts me off the bed and carries me into the bathroom. He holds me in his lap while the tub fills. A few moments later, we’re in the giant bath together, the sweet-smelling water full of bubbles.
He holds me on his lap and washes my body with a sponge. His cock is still stiff as a rod, even in the hot water. My pussy stings and he is careful not to be too rough. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give him pleasure like he’s given me.
I slide away and sit beside him, gripping his massive cock in my hands. His eyes widen and he breaths into my ear.
“You want to do that?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I moan playfully.
His swollen cock is too bi
g for me to stroke with one hand, so I have to use two. His eyes lock on mine as I pull up and thrust down. He catches my mouth and thrusts his tongue into me the way I want him to thrust into my pussy.
But he’s right. It’s better to wait. My breasts are so swollen, my nipples are like hard little knobs in the warm water. My pussy clenches and throbs as I stroke him, submitting to the assault of his tongue on my mouth.
He grips my chin as I stroke him. His hips thrust hard and fast, his cock sliding between my hands in the soapy hot water.
His grip tightens and he groans in my mouth, coming into my palms. I gasp, the excitement of taking him to climax quaking in my blood.
He pulls me to him, holding me like a treasure in his massive arms. He pets my hair and kisses my cheeks so very gently. My heart races in my ears and I hold him close to me.
He picks me up like I weigh nothing and lifts me out of the tub, setting me on the floor to dry me off.
We wrap ourselves in robes and return to the bed where we collapse into the sheets, enfolded in each other’s arms.
1
17
Damious
My wrist device’s buzzing snaps me out of my blissful sleep. The first thing I notice as I come to consciousness is the smell of Madeline’s hair. I take a long draw of her scent, closing my eyes and savoring the feeling of her inside my arms.
She’s pressed against my chest, her cheek over my heart, her mouth beside my nipple. I lick my lips, remembering the night before. Memories flood me and I’m instantly hard. She feels my cock press against her stomach and stirs, blinking the sleep from her eyes.
She looks up at me and smiles, sliding her hand over the bulge under my robe.
“Good morning,” she giggles.
My wrist device buzzes again.
“What is it?” she asks.
I pull the device to my eyes, focusing on the notification.
I growl. My heart sinks. The inevitable has happened.
“The rebels have taken their demands to the media. It’s all over the communication channels this morning. What a mess.”
“You knew this would happen,” she says, sympathetically.
“I did. But now we deal with the fallout.”
I kiss her head and climb out of the warmth of our bed into the cool daylight.
I pull on the clothes lying on the floor beside the bed and look up at her where she sits. Her back is rested against the headboard. Her arms hug her knees. She bites her lip, looking worried.
“Is it going to be okay?” she asks.
“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it is.
“What about the girls? Sophia and everyone else at the bridal house.”
“No harm will ever come to them. If the bridal house is attacked, there will be a swift and decisive reaction. We will defend the females to the last.”
She sighs, her shoulders relaxing. “I’m sorry this is happening,” she says in a small voice. “I wish things could be different.”
“So do I, Madeline. So do I.”
I kiss her forehead one last time and start to the door. Before I go, I tell her about the healing wand in the bathroom. She might use it to recover from last night. She thanks me as I walk out the door.
My erection is gone. And although all I want is to sink inside her wet cunt, I have the planet to save from an irrational rebellion that will destroy us all.
They are selfish and short sighted. But I was there myself just a few short days ago. I have to be ready for things to take a turn for the worse if a reversal of the effects of the serum is not found. I could be betrayed by anyone at any moment. Someone might even attempt to take Madeline from me. If it comes to that, Mars be damned. I will never let anyone touch her.
My brain buzzes with these thoughts as I return to my chambers to answer the call from the Council. Everyone is broadcasting from their individual rooms this morning, their faces filling the big screen in my living room.
“The media is obviously taking the side of the rebels on this, sire. They are calling the government illegitimate,” Admiral Bishto says.
“This is madness,” Captain Jaxxo Noru says. “We didn’t spend decades on this mission to have our entire society fall apart once it was completed.”
“Where are you with the calculations and the serum study?” I ask the science team. “Have you made any progress?”
“We have, but it is incremental. We can’t possibly make a breakthrough on the time paradox in a few days. The chances of us coming up with the correct formula by luck are astronomical,” says Malico Ossi.
“I understand. And what of the serum?”
“We are making fast progress. We may have a solution within a week.”
“Can’t we stall them?” asks the Admiral. “Tell them they will all get matches once we have solved the time paradox equation.”
“I don’t think that will be enough for them. Most simply want to abandon Mars for Earth. Taking their chances with the Mantises.”
“Preposterous,” Jaxxo says.
“It is possible that we could beat them with our current offensive technology,” says Connon Ingar.
“There’s no way,” says the Admiral. “A few ships, yes, but an entire fleet? No. They outnumber the military by a hundred to one.”
“We don’t know that for sure,” says Connon Ingar.
“It is a highly probable estimation,” says Malico Ossi.
“But it’s still a theory. We could potentially beat them, defend Earth, and abandon Mars completely. All we need is enough ships to transport those who wish to go,” Connon continues.
“And abandon Mars forever?” I ask him flatly.
“Even if the rebels chose to never return, it would not mean the rest of us would be safe,” Malico says. “A paradox could wipe us out of existence all the same.”
“Theories,” Connon says.
“Theories that I am unwilling to take chances are fact,” I say, ending the conversation. “We do not risk the safety of Mars. Even if the men want to return to Earth with no chance of coming back or not. We will not take the risk. When the riddle is solved, we will decide then, as a planet, if we wish to confront the Mantis navy in an all-out confrontation.”
“We barely survived our rescue mission,” Jaxxo says.
“You were only one ship,” Connon says. “We have an entire fleet. We could build many more.”
“Is this your proposal, Connon Ingar?” I ask. “Because I don’t see how any of that relieves the current threat.”
“If we tell the men they have the option to return to Earth to face the Mantises, they will take it.”
“It’s not happening. If and when the accurate calculations are made, we will return to Earth to retrieve more females. Not before. Whether or not our weapons technology is sufficient to defeat a full Mantis assault is another question entirely. The best possibility for a resolution is to reverse the negative effects of the serum so that the rebels regain their rationality.”
“You have your match, sire, you of all people should understand…” Connon snaps back. “You have no idea if the rebellion is the result of serum side effects.”
I growl, narrowing my eyes. But he’s right. I don’t know for a fact that the rebellion is the result of a serum side effect. It’s just a hunch.
“The safety of the females is my top priority. If any unauthorized males attempt to enter the bridal house, they will be executed on the spot. I want it reported to the media and armed troops positioned around the perimeter.”
“Already there,” says the Admiral.
“Good. I will not attack these men, but if they risk the safety of the women, they take their lives into their hands. We wait for a scientific solution like true Martians. Let us pray we can last that long.”
I click off the screen and growl, rubbing my hand over my face. I shake my head, standing. The sun is high overhead, shining down on the valley outside my window. All I want is to rest my head in the gentle p
illow of Madeline’s breasts. To feel her smooth arms around my neck and her strong thighs wrapped around my waist.
I think about her dexterity and the strength of her limbs. I wonder how I could bend her body. What positions I could put her in. It is a much more appealing thought than a pending civil war. My erection returns in a flash, standing at attention.
I pour myself a glass of scotch. I need to relax. The alcohol washes down my throat. I know what will relax me more than a shot of liquor. Burying myself in my female’s cunt and releasing my seed deep inside those warm, velvety walls.
But instead of going to her, I sit and stare out at the view. A view that once filled me with a sense of awe and grandeur. That once gave me such pride. Now my planet is falling apart. And I will be the king who reigned during the fall of Mars.
I can’t let it happen. We did everything right. Why would we have expected the logical, intelligent, resolute men of Mars to lose their collective minds? We didn’t see it coming. But that’s what happened. And we were completely unprepared.
If this isn’t the result of a serum side effect, our only hope now is to solve the time paradox equation. If the scientists are correct, it could take years. Even a decade. Where will we be in a decade? I imagine we will be in a very different world. A world I do not want to bring Madeline’s children into.
The thought of babies being born into a society ruled by chaos breaks my heart. I close my eyes and drain the shot of scotch. I can’t let it happen. And I won’t. If there is a way, I will find it.
I won’t let Madeline, or Mars, down.
18
Madeline
Guilt mingles with hope. Damious is on my side. The truth is out and we are now on the same team. But the outside forces pushing against him could prove to be disastrous for not only my mission to save my sister, but for everyone on Mars.
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