by Tiana Laveen
“I do...I’m not going fuckin’ nowhere.” He reached upward and caressed her breasts, their bodies continuously in motion.
“Uhh! Uhhh!”
He lunged with determination, his jabs now short and hard as he neared orgasm. His body grew even hotter as she rotated her hips, making him go crazy. That was it...he’d had enough. He flipped her onto her side, pinned her down with his body, and re-entered her from behind, forcing her body to accept each piercing plunge.
“Uhhh!Uhhh!Uhhh!” he yelled with each thrust, showering her cheek with kisses and moving like a runaway horse inside of her.
“Oh God, Xzion!” She fisted the sheets, her pussy drenched and pouring out onto him.
The bed bounced and squeaked with each motion. Lifting herself slightly, bringing his forehead against her head, he didn’t let up. She felt so good; he knew it was only moments away when he’d explode inside of her. Flashes of kissing her after their vows raced through his mind. He quickly pulled out of her, turned her on her back, and raised her legs over his chest, her feet dangling over his shoulder. Then, he pushed his cock back inside of her, making her sigh in submission. Bending down over her, he started to pound. Wanting to be sure he didn’t hurt her or the baby, he braced himself, not going as hard as he wanted to...
After you have our baby, it’s on, Jayme.I’m going to fuck you harder than concrete...
Smiling inwardly, he moved in rhythm, loving the sensations and the continuous moans coming from her mouth.
“Cum for me baby,” she asked weakly as he ravished her body. “I want to see it...want to feel it.”
Sweat beaded down the side of his face, cooling his over-heated temple. He felt as if he may explode.
Baby...I can’t hold it back anymore anyway...
She looked at him seductively, popping her ring finger in her mouth. The diamonds from her wedding band glowed in the candlelight. That took him over the edge. Pressing his body firmly into hers, he jerked harshly, groaning, his calf muscles tightening as her sugar water made his dick get drunk. He overdosed on her sweet pussy, feeling weak all over, but too strung out to give a damn.
“Uhhh! Uhhh! Fuuuuck! Baby, goddamn it!” His body shook, his muscles jumping and twitching.
“Shiiiit!” she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, twisting and tangling in the sheets.
Aftershock orgasm...Lovin’ it...Look at this shit...so damn sexy...
He sat up wearily on his elbow, watching her...refusing to blink, laughing inside as her back arched. Once she settled, she slapped his back playfully.
“I saw you laughing.” She giggled. “Whoa, that was so good...” He lay close to her and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.
“I didn’t laugh, I smiled. That was beautiful, baby.”
They were silent for a while, enjoying each other a bit longer while the music continued to play and their bodies double-dog dared them to part ways.
“Well, you...”
“I’m ready to go again.” He chuckled. “But this time, let’s do it with no music...I just want to hear you moan, I have so many plans for you tonight. I hope you ate your Wheaties, Officer Khrome.” He traced the side of her breast with his finger.
“Oh, I can hang, don’t get twisted...”
“The only thing I want to twist is your hips as I ride you into the sunset.”
“Twist ’nd shout?”
“Cum on, cum on, baby now...let’s work it on out.”
They both laughed as he opened her legs far apart, and slid inside of her, falling apart as he pumped deep within. Her wet, sweaty body felt like a blanket against his now cold skin. He was at peace, total rest.
She was his addiction and his cure—a catch-22 that he’d accepted. He did feel more possessive of her since the nuptials, as if that were even possible. He admitted it to himself as he continued to make love to her, turned on by the fact that his baby was growing inside of her and loving that she was his...all his. He’d lost his mind over her, and his body told him to fuck off, if he dared tried to go to rehab for the situation. His cock was strung out, hard and stiff every morning for her, and no one else. Despite the many differences, Zarkstormians took marriage seriously, and Xzion was no different. In fact, he was serious as a heart attack, since he wasn’t married for convenience or rules.
He was married to the woman because he was so deeply in love with her, that it was the only thing left to do. Any other move would have been illogical, and there was no other explanation for it. His body, mind and heart needed to be joined with hers, and his wish was fulfilled. The lovemaking sealed their fate as they reached an even higher pinnacle than he never imagined possible.
She completed him. He was whole. They were one...
Forever.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Two Months Later...
“It’s alright.”
He leaned his forehead against hers, his wrist burning from the manic pushing, hours before. Finally, Dr. Iszox had responded. Xzion realized it was approximately three in the morning on his planet, though it was four in the afternoon on Earth. Jayme had come home early, for once pleased that she’d been chained to a desk, under a mountain of boring paperwork. She reported to him that she suddenly felt a sharp pain, which led to another, debilitating her to the point where she could barely breathe, let alone call out for help. Two officers immediately offered to take her to the hospital, but she insisted on being driven home. She told Xzion the entire story, more than once, seemingly trying to calm herself as each contraction rolled in without consideration that the last had not subsided. Xzion picked up the lukewarm glass of water from the nightstand, tilted it toward her lips and urged her to sip.
“Good, baby...that’s good.” He sat it back down. “Keep breathing, I’m right here with you. Everything will be fine,” he assured. He found himself surprisingly calm, just like his old self, before the love intoxication. He smiled to himself at the notion. In any case, he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He needed this peaceful reserve, this withdraw from amped emotions, at least for the time being. He was her coach—he needed to keep a level head and though she wasn’t screaming and falling to pieces, he could see on her face she was in a world of hurt.
“It’s...burning.” She looked at him helplessly as he held her hand.
“The baby is dropping; you’re stretching, making more room,” he explained.
Come on, come on, Dr. Iszox...
Soon, the doctor and a male nurse arrived at the door. Like a flash, Xzion was up, letting them inside and ushering them into the bedroom where Jayme lay covered in perspiration, her body partially wrapped in the wild, messy sheets. Her screaming had sent shivers up his spine moments earlier. Things had surely escalated.
He was relieved Aton wasn’t there. Though he’d tried to forgive the man, it was damn near insurmountable. Aton wasn’t sorry, so it made things impossible.
“Okay, Ms. Knight, excuse me, Mrs. Khrome,” Dr. Iszox corrected himself. “First, let’s get you better positioned here on the bed. Then, I am going to check how dilated you are, okay?”
He gave a faint smile; Jayme nodded as the nurse helped her change positions, elevating her back slowly upward with an additional pillow. A few minutes later, he removed his gloved hand and looked at her, then up at Xzion.
“Well, she is fully dilated. Looks like I got here just in time.”
****
Jayme gasped in astonishment. Everything was moving so quickly.
“I didn’t know... the baby’s head was that low...” she eked out.
It was too late for an epidural or IV to be administered. Xzion held her hand, uncaring how hard she squeezed. He rubbed her back, comforting her as the doctor coached her to push, rest, then push once again.
“Give me one more,” Dr. Iszox instructed and Jayme did just that, with all of her might. She screamed out, grunted, her face angry and determined, and soon, there the newborn was—out, crying, wailing, donning a head full of jet bl
ack hair.
Xzion felt as if he’d been hit with a brick. His head throbbed, but his chest did, too, overcome as he was. The emotion was too much, grinding him down into bits. Dr. Iszox glanced over at him and quickly instructed the nurse to hand him the water he’d set there for Jayme. Xzion cupped the glass and tilted it slowly until she’d drank every drop. He watched behind hooded eyes as his newborn son was quickly examined. Finally, he needed to see the miracle for himself. He fought past the pain in his chest and leaned forward when the baby was handed to Jayme to hold.
Her upper lip damp, the bright smile on her face gave her a unique beauty. Even exhausted as she was, the woman had no equal. He wrapped a hand around hers, another under the baby, cradling it, and wished he could lock the three of them away in a private world. Feeling humbled and moved beyond words, he counted the baby’s fingers and toes, and quickly scanned him...his child, his son, his baby...
Perfect. He’s absolutely perfect...
Xzion nestled his head in the crook of his wife’s neck, soaking in the moment, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to even recall what a heart of ice ever felt like. He’d nearly had a heart attack moments before, due to the overwhelming joy he had experienced. It practically knocked him to his knees. Doors inside his ice chamber of a heart were opened and melting. He held his son, his hands slightly shaking, beside himself with exhilaration. He’d never forget the feeling of looking his offspring in the eye for the very first time. The warrior kissed the tiny lips of his first born, indoctrinating him with love, in the way of his ancestors...
****
Two months later...
Three large tubes were now at room temperature. The delicate process of warming them to ninety eight degrees was far more challenging than one would imagine. It had to be done at a specific time, not a second too soon. He looked at his infant; Zachery was still fast asleep in the small rocker, covered in blue and green soft blankets. If it weren’t for a re-run of the late great Christopher Reeves talking about stem-cell research as half-asleep Xzion rocked his son on his lap, he would have never even thought of it...
It was a series of quick events, thoughts, streamed together from ‘Superman’s’ pleas for understanding and scientific breakthroughs...
What if a child could save someone? What if that same child, could save an entire nation? Xzion looked at his son from head to toe, ran his finger down the boy’s plump, caramel cheek and grinned. He’d tuckered the kid out, played with him until the little guy could barely focus. Soon, they were both asleep, huddled together on the couch but the sound of the television had roused him.
One hour later, everything was set up in his home lab and he was ready to start a process that he was certain would fail, but at least he’d have tried. Zachary was now awake, but only to eat, and down he went again, like a defeated champion with a smug smile on his peach-shaped face. Another hour passed, and it was just the two of them, all alone, tending to their own devices—one slept, the other tried not to sweat over his aerated test tubes and smoking petri dishes.
Jayme had gone to the grocery store, still on maternity leave, while father and son sat together in the lab, working on things—strange, mysterious things that gurgled, clotted and synthesized. He kept the baby a good distance away, though he wasn’t working on materials that were particularly volatile. Regardless, safety was first.
Xzion glanced at the small Cookie Monster illustrated Band-Aid on his son’s upper thigh, smiled at the snoozing baby then turned back to his child’s blood sample under the microscope. Xzion couldn’t get rid of the lump in his throat, couldn’t believe what he saw, and spent the last thirty minutes convincing himself otherwise. But the rapidly moving blood cells that appeared to be doing a karma sutra belly dance of sorts didn’t lie.
He’d duplicated the results twice, and now, for a third time, he dropped a pinch of his own blood under the scope and watched the enchanted blood ballet take place once again. Zachery’s blood gravitated toward his father’s, forming into perfectly spherical globs, then turned fluorescent purple. Xzion turned back to the newly donated cadaver brain, and watched, once again, the magic unfold. Still hot to the touch, the brain tissue suddenly cooled and unlike the experiments of the past, it didn’t return to a heated state. It remained cool, until Xzion interrupted the process and dropped the warm ninety-eight degree blood droplets from the vial onto it. He glanced back down at his son, and shook his head in disbelief.
“It was you,” Xzion whispered to the sleeping child. “You were the key to saving our people, Zachery. Oh my God, this is incredible.” Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes and put his hand across his forehead. His breathing came out erratic, imbued with quiet excitement. Then, he relaxed. His lips curved into a smile—one of grief, relief and humbleness all mixed together...
****
“It’s the XMZ gene, plus the XX chromosome.”
“This...” Aton shook his head in disbelief as he ran his fingers across his thin lips. He fell back into his desk chair. “I’m curious. Not that I doubted your ability, but what made you think to try such a thing?”
Xzion discerned a twinge of envy in Aton’s tone—envy that he hadn’t thought of it first. He relished in the revelation. It was a small, delicious morsel, but he’d take it all the same.
“Well, we’d tried with Zarkstormian children, when we were studying the age of chromosomes and as you recall, those experiments yielded no results whatsoever. I was thinking, since Zachary has my gene, as well as his mother’s, he must be a warrior carrier. It is genetically impossible for me to be his father, and him to not have my M or Z chromosome.”
Aton nodded in agreement as he followed the discussion.
“We already knew for a fact, that when Zarkstormian Warrior parents have children, if their child doesn’t have the XMZ gene, the child is still a carrier. Thus, if I were not born a warrior, my offspring still could have inherited the gene from a grandparent or great grandparent. Just like I did—I’m proof of that. My blood was too strong, and interfered with human blood for the prior experiments. I know that now, thus, my experiments on my own brain didn’t work, but the blood of a carrier was perfect. He has enough of me, the warrior blood, without being too potent and his mother’s human blood, which has the naturally built in cooling agent, made this work, Aton. Once I realized what had happened, it all made sense!”
“This is amazing, Xzion.”
“And the beauty of this is, it only takes one drop of my son’s blood, mixed with one drop of mine, for each Zarkstormian. There are so few of us now, we can have everyone cured in less than a month...”
“I am quite pleased that you came back here. I have looked over your notes and video and I’d like to move forward with this.”
“Now, as far as future Zarkstormians, I’m not certain what will happen. I know, over time, once cured, we will evolve to being born this way, but that could take centuries. We will have to continue to test, wait and see.”
“What can I do to help?”
“I need live specimens before we start administering it to the masses. I need volunteers. I have to double check that there are no serious adverse effects.”
“Have you...tried it on yourself?”
“Yes.”
“You aren’t a good sample though.” Aton briefly lowered his gaze. “You already have had advantage, by your birthright alone.”
“That’s true, I don’t have the same overheating issue as extensively as the rest of you, obviously, but yes, it worked.”
“How well?”
“Let’s just say the Maryland ice vendors will feel the difference in sales this month and they won’t be happy.”
Aton nodded, laughing.
“Xzion, before we go out into the gallery and speak with the scientific panel, may I have a candid word with you?”
Xzion wasn’t looking forward to this. He’d spent the past week duplicating his experiment over and over, videotaping it and backing up his evide
nce before contacting Aton with the news. He didn’t even want to call the man, but he had to put his own pride aside, and do what was best for his people. He never thought in a million years he’d find a permanent cure for their situation. The one they spent so much time on was only a temporary solution—like HIV medication. It worked, but it was a life-time, daily routine. This actually cured the condition, once and for all. Had it not been for his falling in love with Jayme, and having a child, Zarkstormians would have never found out and this was a message he wanted everyone to know.
And he’d make sure they did....
Nevertheless, he still held the grudge against Aton, and now, he really knew why. It wasn’t simply because he felt falsely accused and harassed by a man he trusted—his mentor and idol—it was also because even before Xzion was able to truly feel, in the depths of his heart, he was not a traitor. Even friends that had gotten in over their heads, he may have disapproved of their wayward ways—and hell yeah, warriors could get out of control, they were the military, but he’d never rat them out, or set them up for failure by process of humiliation. Xzion was loyal to his friends and family. He didn’t know any other way to be. The way Aton turned on him was devastating and worst of all, he tried to shame him because he’d fallen in love...
“Yes,” Xzion agreed begrudgingly as he sat down in the seat across from his former hero.
Aton clasped his hands together, his gray suit with the white buttons looking impressive under the light blue ceiling lights. He swept his hand through his hair, then looked up at Xzion.
“This is difficult for me to say and do.”
Xzion locked gazes with him. Wanting, wishing…waiting.
“But, I want to apologize to you... for what happened when we brought you back here. I was angry. I let my immodesty get the best of me. Yes,” Aton shook his head, a slight smile on his face, “it was a weak moment, Xzion...
