Radiant

by Naomi Lucas

  She felt him watching her. Felt his eyes on her bare skin and pert breasts with nipples that had grown taut under the cool water but she refused to acknowledge it. He continued to watch her as she rubbed the dirt from her skin and moaned in pleasure. She made sure her legs remained closed.

  The lullaby of soft rain was the only noise between them for minutes, hours, days—who knew? Yahiro let her body rise to the top and allowed herself to drift with only one hand pressed down to the silted dirt to hold her in place.

  Throughout, she scrubbed her hair over and over again, enjoying the feel of it over her neck and shoulders. Sonhadra was a distant memory.

  The only thing that covered her was Quist’s eyes—his eyes, and her contentment. She held onto it for as long as she could.

  It wasn’t until her stomach growled anew that she realized her second night was upon the horizon when she slipped out of the water to lay upon the ground beside him.

  Her eyes were closed as soft feathers ran across her water-wrinkled skin. He dried her off, every curve and hidden spot of her explored and warmed. It was erotic and too forward, but the exhausted bliss she kept succumbing to made her not care at all.

  The barest touch of the outer edges of his furthest away feathers caressed her. Her skin rose in gooseflesh and she arched off the ground with a shiver with each swipe. He continued to brush them over her body long after she was dry and long after the rain had trickled a slow-burn stop off the leaves above.

  She curled up and shifted closer to him and he covered her with one of his wings. The other one continued to touch whatever parts of her remained uncovered.

  It didn’t matter. There was no one left in her world now but him, and coming to that realization seemed to lift a weight off of her shoulders.

  Yahiro opened her eyes and looked up at the alien who tickled the curves of her areolas and softly scraped the stems of his feathers along the curvature of her butt. She kept her thighs firmly together, even with each new swipe over her peaked nipples or curious silken probing at her bare pelvis whispering lower. His eyes glowed with intent. Her pulse thrummed as her pussy contracted and she broke apart in squeamish embarrassment as the tip of one feather brushed over her swollen clit.

  Her legs quivered and she struggled to keep them together as her body gave in to his exploration.

  “I want to know if we’re compatible,” he whispered next to her ear, his breath warm against her lobe. She desperately wanted to know too. “Let me look at you, human Yahiro.”

  She squeezed her eyelids tight as his hands joined his feathers on her skin. They were warm and large, soft but probing. She told herself if she kept from looking at him, then none of this was real, even though the knot in her belly screamed at her that it was.

  “You have been looking at me,” she rushed out to say as his palms smoothed over her breasts and down her sides, stopping on her upper thighs to cup them. He moved to straddle above her, taking his feathers away, and replacing them with the heat of his body. “I haven’t left your sight.”

  “No... and you never will, Yahiro of Quist.”

  “Don’t say that,” she whimpered, holding still while trying to adjust to what was happening. She liked the sound of being his but she wasn’t and could never be... because she already belonged to someone else. She shot down the memories that rose like acid in her throat. Yahiro pressed her palms to her face and stole back the moment.

  His hands moved inward until his thumbs brushed over the slight folds of skin on either side of her clit, slowly spreading them back until her bud was revealed. Her breathing grew ragged as his fingers caressed the area around it, driving her closer to madness.

  “You jump when I touch this,” his thumb pressed her bud, making her jerk beneath him. “Why?”

  “It feels good,” she gasped. He did it again but this time in light circular motions. The tempo increased and the spot between her breasts slickened with sweat. He didn’t stop. Instead, he explored and kneaded, pinching and flicking her clit over and over as she writhed under him.

  Quist let go and took hold of her hands and pulled them from her face. She was teetering toward climax and borderline murderous when his playful attentions stopped. Her eyelids shot open as he dragged her hands down and placed them on his erected bulge.

  “If you won’t let me look at you, look at me, tell me if we’re compatible,” his strained voice demanded. He pressed her open palms on either side of his erection and she wasn’t even bothered by his forwardness.

  Yahiro wrapped her fingers around his length, feeling its hardness through his cloth pants, thankful for the similarities in shape to a human male. Except... it felt off. She swallowed and leaned up to explore him further, gripping him harder, trying to figure out if it was something under the cloth that made his shaft have texture, or if it wasn’t in the cloth at all and that the bumps she felt were actually part of his dick. He placed his hands back on her thighs as she tried to move the excess material around.

  “What are those bumps?” She slipped the corded belt from his pants and paused, looking up and waiting for his assurance.

  “Sun piercings.”

  “That’s—that’s a lot of bumps. Can I see it?”

  His lips lifted up into a lazy smirk, one that should never grace the mouth of an angel, let alone an alien that looked like one. “So you’re curious about our compatibility, human Yahiro? Not all valos are built the same.”

  Her hands strangled the excess cloth on his lower hips, suddenly way too nervous about what she might find. Quist tickled his feathers up and down her arms and over her exposed back. It did little to soothe the ache or reassure her. If anything, the fact that he had feathers sent an image of a feathered dick to her head.

  She’d been through a lot down in William’s dungeon but this... nothing prepared her for this.

  “What’s that face for? Have I hurt you?”

  “No.” She swallowed. “You haven’t hurt me once yet. I kinda wish I had a genitalia textbook that I could read somewhere private and alone. I’d settle for an explicit webpage on the anatomy of valos, or-or an intellectual seminar.” She ended with a cough, her gaze locked on the tent of his pants.

  “I don’t know what a genitalia textbook or webpage words are. A smart seminar would be an intel gathering?” Yahiro laughed hearing Quist try and say the Americanized words.

  “Never mind,” she chuckled softly, breathlessly. “None of that has anything to do with you or this place.” She imagined trying to explain to him what the internet was and quickly gave up. The hands on her thighs lifted and cupped her breasts. She jerked as he pinched her nipples. “Too much!”

  “They were going soft.”

  “—because I was distracted—”

  “By my erect member?”

  He let go of her and tugged down his pants. A very stiff, incredibly beautiful, alien cock presented itself in front of her face. The smell of sweet sugar and hops filled her nose. Yahiro scooted back a foot so he no longer straddled her waist, putting some distance between her lips and his curved tip.

  “Will it fit inside you?”

  She barely heard his words as her eyes went wide at what she was seeing. It caught a lone ray of the setting sun and glittered like polished gold.

  “Yes,” she choked out and wasn’t prepared when he tugged her legs out from underneath him and thrust them open. To check for himself.

  The bumps on his cock weren’t bumps at all. They were indeed piercings, dozens of them, the same kind that were around his nipples and down the curves of his arm. Except they weren’t in any particular design; they were everywhere.

  She reached out to take him in her hand and checked, not bothered that he had no testicles, but more concerned with the fact that every square inch of his cock had at least three beautifully polished baubles. The tip of her pointer finger was small enough to trail across the spaces of unpierced skin.

  “You did this to yourself?” No man would go through so much pain.


  He didn’t answer her and when she tore her gaze from his shaft to look at him, it was to find him staring intently between her legs. A slight breeze slipped through and she tried to clench her thighs shut but he held her still.

  “Quist?”

  He pushed her legs up and held her in place, forcing her to lie back on the cold moss, regardless of her struggles. Familiar embarrassment flooded her but he seemed unconcerned by it.

  “What’re you doing?”

  “Which one is your opening to receive me?” he asked, trailing a finger from her clit to her back bud. “I see two.”

  “Quist!” Yahiro couldn’t have been more on fire if the sun were directly overhead and boring down on them. She grabbed hold of his wrist but her attempts to move him away were deterred. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me,” she whispered, squeezing everything shut but it only made her feel that much more empty.

  He stopped and bowed over her, covering her completely, pressing her into the ground. “I would never hurt you,” he whispered over her lips. Quist pressed his chest into hers and she could feel the nips of his piercings tease over her naked flesh. The tip of his cock brushed back and forth between her legs. He lifted her legs up to hook around his waist. “Where do I put it?” His eyes went dark with craving.

  “Here,” she choked out, losing her mind to the deepening shadows and the spitfire desire in her body. The instant connection she had felt for him burst apart any doubts she had. She guided his hand back between her legs and pressed his middle finger to her pussy, already wet and clenching with the need to wrap around something, anything, preferably his cock. His finger slowly delved in, probing and testing her quim. “It stretches,” she gasped, tilting her head back. She released his hand and moved her hips to feel more of his finger inside of her.

  His heated breath hit her cheek as he leaned closer but he didn’t kiss her, instead, the only kisses he gave came from his panting alone as he tentatively explored her sex as she had explored his.

  “Do I...?” he stopped and she squinted her eyes open, slowly losing his golden features to the early evening haze.

  “What?”

  He planted his knees down and moved her pelvis upward until her butt rested on his thighs, and he pressed his free arm next to her head to keep above her. His wings were ramrod straight behind, mirroring the erectness of his ornate dick. Their mouths hovered close, a hairbreadth difference, but she couldn’t make the move to kiss him, to lock their lips. She was afraid that she’d lose what was left of her soul if she did.

  “Do I push in?” he asked as he swirled his finger around in a slow, agonizing circle, each brief pass pressing deliciously, heavily against her g-spot until it moved around again in an effort to stretch her but not being able to do so.

  The sweat between her breasts trickled down to her belly and her brow beaded as she fought his tortuous ministrations, rolling her hips to the movement of his finger. “Yes.”

  He pressed his hand hard against her pussy, sending her reeling.

  “Oh, god yes!”

  “Divinity,” he corrected, the strain in his voice borderline dangerous. “Lusheenn,” he continued.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She grabbed his wrist and pressed it harder against her pussy, vibrating from the pressure. It was almost enough to achieve relief from... almost. “If I’m wet—” she moaned and arched up. “If I’m wet enough, you just—just line the tip of your—member—” she broke off with another moan as his hand assaulted her, “—where your finger is. If I’m wet enough, you’ll slide in.”

  He removed his hand and she screeched in frustration, sending strange birds flying from the trees around them.

  “Quiet, Yahiro.” His order had her scrunching her face but he lifted up into a crouch, his body heat disappearing with him, and spread her legs out even wider. She held back her distress long enough to see him staring at her opening with hunger.

  “Quist, if you don’t enter me now I’m going to die.”

  “Die!?” he snapped his gaze to hers, shocked.

  She tossed her head back and writhed her hips closer to him, displaying herself. “Yes. Die,” the word ended on a strangled moan.

  Within the next moment he lifted up, aligned his cockhead with her pussy, and pressed into her. Yahiro squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered. When he made no progress, she careened upward and caught his strained shoulders. One of his arms instantly banded her to him.

  “More,” she gasped. “We’re compatible. More,” she reassured as she sat down on his thick, beaded, golden, metal shaft.

  A groaning, whining, gruff exhale seethed through his bared teeth as he pushed up into her. The sounds coming out of the alien became deeper and stranger as he stretched every slick inch of her until he was completely settled and fully sheathed.

  The effort left her breathless and she placed her slick brow on his shoulder. Her body needed more, needed an explosion, but also time to adjust to his girth and the sensation of a half a hundred baubled piercings.

  A blood-thirsty god couldn’t steal her away from this moment, nor the oncoming crash of a spaceship. Not even a wormhole that would take her back to Earth.

  “Yahiro.” The deep plea shook her to the core. The knot in her belly tightened.

  She leaned up and pressed her cheek to his. “Hold me.”

  And when his arms came around her and his wings followed suit, she pressed her heels into the dirt and moved. Her motions were jerky, uncoordinated, but Quist didn’t seem to care. His fingers dug into her back as she found her pace, his body tense and unmoving as she used him. She couldn’t remember a time where she had so much control during sex.

  Yet she didn’t feel like she had any control at all. The restriction grew with each hard, pressing rub of his golden baubles over her g-spot. Her own strangled breaths filled the air and when she reached around him to hold onto the stems of his wings, Quist broke apart in her embrace.

  She was suddenly pressed flat into the mossy grass as he drove into her hard. The soft, wondering trial vanished into the mist, leaving nothing behind but their mutual frustration and need.

  He pistoned into her, fast, jerking, pushing and pressing and erratic. It was unrestrained and animalistic, and she was swept up in it. He nipped and gnawed on her flesh, and his feathers fell in waves around them, shaken off by the sudden chaos. She tried to move with him, her chipped nails biting into his flesh, but couldn’t find a singular rhythm to follow.

  She screamed as he hit her g-spot one instant, her clit the next, but never long enough to send her reeling over the edge. The frustration built and she tore at him, and the more she tried to retake some control, the harder he pressed her to the ground and restrained her body.

  She was on the verge of begging when his cock expanded and stopped, followed by a burning gush of liquid, and the moment it filled her, her orgasm hit.

  Yahiro bit his arm as her legs fell away from his hips and she seized, feeling the thick, hot alien seed continue to pump deep inside. Her body drank it up, paralyzed but for her pulsating quim and her womb feasting on what he spewed into her like she was a starving, abandoned animal. She tried to move, to wiggle but made no progress. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Quist reared back and began anew.

  Time was lost somewhere, left behind the moment his feather brushed her clit and she didn’t know how many times Quist used and came inside of her, but when he finished, the breath of night-cold air was heavenly on her heated flesh. Her limbs were rocks she could no longer lift and her body was more alive than ever before. No enhanced drug or blissful hallucinogenic haze could compare.

  He lifted her up into the darkness although a familiar light had returned, and lowered them both into the brook. She glanced back to see the stone from the night before lying on the ground where they had joined, but the cool water over her raw skin tore her attention away.

  They sat in silence within the comforting glow and let the water rush over their skin. Yahiro shifted until
her cheek rested against his chest and enjoyed the stolen moment.

  It was full dark now and had been for quite some time but she wasn’t afraid. For the first time since she could remember, the night held no sway over her. Quist held her close and leaned back. She was moved with him. A smile graced her lips despite the raw ache between her legs and the friction burns over her skin when wet feathers flowed past her and down the stream in plumes. She picked one up and held it.

  “What happens if you don’t find Lusheenn?” Yahiro asked softly. She wanted to remain with Quist but the thought of an endless world hunt didn’t sound appealing to her. I’d join him though. I don’t want to be alone anymore.

  “I’ll find him,” he said with conviction.

  “How do you know?” Yahiro twirled the wet feather in her hand.

  “I was born for it.”

  “Your Creator created you to kill him?” Doesn’t make sense.

  “Yes. From the moment I rose from the clay and out of the light I knew my purpose. My anger stems from the moment my eyes opened,” he mused as if the memory was a fond one. She didn’t understand it and didn’t try to. She never understood what drove most people to do what they did. “He knew it too.”

  Her confusion grew. “He should... if he created you for that purpose?”

  “No... it was in the back of his... thoughts?”

  “Conscious,” she corrected in English. “Why didn’t he kill you if he knew what he created hated him?” She felt his wings lift and lower behind her, his entire body shrugging.

  “He never destroyed any of his creations. Not directly. None of it matters since it all has already come to pass. I feel him, human Yahiro. Last night I felt him more than I ever had during the spans of time. It brought me back to life and brought me to you. He’s close.”

  They both tilted their heads and looked at the stone. Her spine stiffened as a shiver coursed through her. She was suddenly cold and unable to breathe. Gingerly, she unthreaded herself away from him and moved back to the shore, picking up her cast about clothes, and carefully put them on, needing, yet hating the feel of the polyester over her skin.