Travek's Treasure

by Pearl Tate

  By the time I finish my food, I realize that Lisa’s scent is getting stronger. It teases my senses and calls to me to explore her body. All the curves of her pale skin are exaggerated as I try to breathe lightly and not let it affect me. Even now, with no stimulation and little touching, my cock is rising for her.

  Leaning back against the wall next to me, Lisa glances over without meeting my eye. “I feel… different.” For a brief moment, I don’t understand, but as I study her, I note she’s flushed and sweating. What have they done?

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  - Travek

  “How? What do you mean?” My cock softens immediately at the thought of her in pain. Angling my body, I pull her onto my thighs and off the floor. I’m glad I do, because her butt’s like ice from the contact with the freezing surface.

  “I don’t know. Kind of achy.” She turns toward me, staring into my eyes seriously. Throwing her arm around my neck, she wiggles, and my gaze is drawn to her breasts jutting out between us. Her nipples are hard points that graze my chest. “Your eyes are so beautiful. Similar to ours, but they seem brighter. And the way your pupil is not quite round…”

  Her stare brings my eyes up to hers. I see her pupil is totally round and blocking out most of the gray color her eyes normally have. I want to see her eyes in the daylight, with the sun reflecting off them. I’m sure their gray color will brighten into an alluring blue.

  She tugs my head towards her while arching into me, and our lips touch. Once, twice, and then she pulls away to smile. Kissing. This has been a topic of much speculation on the Discovery.

  I’ve caught a few glimpses myself of Bren and Hannah pressing their lips together. Now’s my chance.

  Groaning, I pull her snug to me and press my lips to hers again. When her tongue brushes my lips, I open to her. Whatever she desires I’ll give her. My body is tingling as my tight muscles coil in anticipation.

  Her breathing has picked up and we share breaths as her tongue enters my mouth and touches mine. The joy, the erotic flick of her tongue, it all makes me hard everywhere. As she tastes me, I lose focus on anything but her. All warm and smooth in my arms. Plump, soft lips caress me gently as I open my mouth wider to her and brush my tongue against hers.

  Little moans of pleasure come from her throat as we duel around each other’s mouths. My cock throbs in pleasure. I’ve never experienced such a slow and gentle exploration.

  My nose registers her scent thickening and surrounding us. As we seek and explore each other, I barely register her shifting. When I feel wet heat slide along my cock that standing at attention between us, I glance down.

  She's spread against me in the most erotic display I’ve ever seen. There’s only a brief glimpse before her chest presses against me, blocking the view. Lisa’s thrown her head back and moans as I wrap my arms around her to pull her ass so her cunt is snug against me.

  Her hips begin rotating under my hands as she grinds against me. The vision of her gyrating against my body is almost more than I can bear. Burying my face in her neck, I press kisses against her smooth skin as she slides up and down my length. She’s losing control as quickly as I am.

  “Oh god, Travek.” She moans as her body tightens, and her arms crush us together. I feel a rush of liquid pour down my length and around my balls. “Fuck!”

  Lisa’s arms loosen slightly as she pulls back. “That was… unexpected?” She looks shocked as she stares at me.

  Pressing up against her wet cunt, my cock throbs harder against her. I want her so badly, but she’s worried about something. Is it the fact we’re most likely being watched?

  “Lisa,” I grit out as I try to focus past the lust her lush body has inspired in me. “Are you well?”

  “Oh, I’m very fucking well.” She giggles, and the vibration makes my cock twitch harder against her. “I’m… I just can’t believe I came like that.”

  “Your release?” I want to clarify I understand her correctly. She’s so responsive, so wet. Is she saying she had her female orgasm?

  “Yes… and,” Leaning back, she looks down and puts some space between us as she grinds against me again. “I think I could do it again.” By how surprised she seems, I assume this isn’t common.

  “Your scent too. It’s picked up.” I hesitate to share this with her—but I suspect it’s not just my charm or irresistible cock still throbbing between us. “They may have given you something. The Taxin mentioned wanting us to ‘do what you’re supposed to do’. That may be mating.”

  “Mother fuckers.” Still looking between us, she considers me carefully. “I… I don’t really want to have sex in front of them. I mean—I know what we just did is pretty close. But our first time…”

  I’m so relieved to hear that she’s open to a relationship—open to having sex. Until this point, I’ve been waiting for some signal from her. And to hear her say it… astounding.

  “Lisa.” When she looks up at me, I lean forward and press my lips firmly to hers before sitting back. “We can wait.” Pulling her close so I can speak directly her ear, I whisper, “We’ll get out. My family will send someone when there’s no contact or response. They can trace the craft I arrived in… and I agree. I want you to be comfortable on a soft sleeping platform as I spill inside you for the first time.”

  Lisa buries her face in my neck as her arms tighten. “Thank you. That makes me feel better.”

  Her enthusiastic hug becomes an enthusiastic kiss as her lips land on mine hard. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth, and I almost spill against her right then. Instead, we spend long moments exploring each other again as she grinds against me.

  When a low hum begins in my ears, I pull back to see that the air is shimmering around us. Lisa reaches behind me to touch the cold wall at my back before swinging to look in the direction I am. The walls seem to be fading, and everything around us is bright white.

  Even Lisa’s eyes are the blue I imagined they would be when our eyes lock. Hers are wide with fear and understanding before she exclaims, “Not again!” It isn’t until the white light overtakes us and my vision turns black… I have a brief recollection of my own experiences and know exactly what she means.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  - Lisa

  My head’s pounding as I wake up. Groaning, I brood over what a horrible nightmare I had. I know it was a dream, because I’m warm and the sheet under my body feels silky.

  Wait. Stroking my hands by my sides I realize it’s too silky. I don't have sheets this nice. Where have I ended up?

  Rolling to my right, I swing to drop my legs onto the floor. The light’s dim, but I’m clearly not in my own bed.

  I’m in a luxurious hotel room. The carpet under my feet is plush under my toes. When I glance to the right, the nightstand has a nice bedside lamp with a glass of water sitting next to it.

  Grabbing it, I don’t deliberate. Guzzling it down, I realize I’m soaked between my legs, and my head is pounding in beat with my clit. Throbbing, almost painful pressure makes my back ache. It’s like period cramps but more… arousing. An undertone of pleasure that has me gritting my teeth as I try to focus.

  Travek!

  Sure enough, when I glance behind me, he’s there on the bed next to me still sleeping. Or is he unconscious? I’m about to wake him when I notice the puddle next to him from where I’ve been laying. That’s fucking embarrassing. What's wrong with me?

  The flat sheet and bed covering are rolled back nicely to the foot of the bed. Where the hell are we now? The bedroom is large with a small table and chairs in the far corner. As I continue my sweep of the room, I realize it looks like near the door on the other side of Travek, is a door to a bathroom! A real bathroom!

  The dim glow of a night-light illuminates the vanity top giving it a soft inviting glow. Did they just zap us out of the freezing room to set us up in another space with a bed?

  “Travek?” Not bothering to stand, I turn and crawl across the large bed. We’re both still naked but I’ve
seen it all anyway. I have to make sure he’s alright. “Travek!” Shaking his shoulder, it takes a minute before he responds.

  When he does, he immediately sits up and pulls me into his chest. It scares the hell out of me, along with any oxygen I was breathing. “Too tight… too tight.” My body loves the skin on skin contact, though as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter between my legs.

  “Lisa!” His sharp inhale lets me know he noticed as he releases me slowly. Stroking his hands across my body, his hair shoots out in a wild frenzy around us. “Are you alright?”

  “I’m fine. I don’t feel wonderful, but look at this place.” Pulling out of his arms to confirm I’m not hallucinating, I turn to take in the light wood nightstands complete with drawers. Sliding away on the silky sheets, my feet drop to the floor as he grabs my arm.

  “Wait! Let me check our surroundings before you go anywhere.” He follows me to my side of the bed still holding onto my arm as if I’ll disappear at any moment.

  “Okay, but make it quick. I think that’s a bathroom and I’m dying to go.” Losing all sense of propriety, I’ve cupped myself as a rush of liquid starts running down my leg. My clit likes the new pressure I apply. I’m horrified as I realize I’m tempted to put more pressure there right now and stroke myself.

  Travek appears fascinated as he prowls the room, even dropping to the floor to peer under the bed. I race for the drapes and use my free hand to throw them back. It’s a let down when the equivalent of a flat screen television is exposed instead of an actual window.

  Whoever put us here has attempted to make us comfortable. A beach-side sunrise gives the impression of a seaside holiday escape. It’s complete with the sound of birds and the lapping waves. It’s wonderful, and I’d take more time to enjoy it if I didn’t feel so wound up.

  Groaning, I follow Travek into the bathroom where he’s disappeared. The large room has a marble countertop with double sinks. There’s a large glassed-in shower that looks so inviting, I could cry. The separate toilet area is small, but calls to me like heaven.

  Shutting the door behind me, I hear Travek roar on the other side. “Don’t shut the door!” What the hell?

  “I have to pee,” I state calmly as I drop down to sit. I’m already relieving myself when there’s a crack, and the door I locked is broken as he swings it open. “Can’t I get some privacy?”

  Travek stares at me blankly for a moment before swinging his back to me. “Don’t put any doors between us. What if they take you? I’d go out of my mind.” The last bit is low, but I still hear him.

  Poor guy. I understand his freaking out to a certain extent, but we can’t be together every second. That’s not an argument for now, though. I don’t have the energy and all I can think about is the drumming pulse between my legs. Changing the subject sounds like the best plan.

  “Any idea where we are?” It takes a copious amount of toilet paper to clean me up, but whatever. If we could potentially pop to another freezing, metal cage at any moment, I’m enjoying and using the Charmin Ultra they have going on here.

  “None. It was a similar transportation to the retrieval beam I used…”

  “Yeah. So where did you get that?” Flushing, I walk by him and get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Holy mother of god, I look like shit. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, I realize he’s watching my ass as he answers.

  “From a junkyard on my planet, Quasar. I located it in a pirate spacecraft that was retrieved during a trade. It didn’t work at the time, and I’ve no idea where the technology originated from.” His eyes meet mine as I dampen my hair, bracing myself over the sink as a hot-flash grips me.

  When he closes the space between us, I realize just how much he towers over me. Rubbing my back, his eyes narrow with concern. It sucks I’m in this fabulous place, and I can’t really enjoy it. Even my decision-making process is scattered and indecisive. I’m torn between wanting a shower and checking out what might be outside this bedroom.

  “I’m okay.” Straightening, I spot robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Score! “Let’s put these on and see what else they’ve left for us to use. Then I have dibs on the shower first.”

  I don’t care how fucked up I feel. I don’t care if I trail bodily fluids down my legs and behind me. This is so wonderful and different—and just what I fucking needed.

  The robe is as silky as the sheets as I pull it off the hook. I slide it over my sweaty body, though I almost hesitate. I’d prefer to get into it clean, but modesty rules out.

  Travek follows my example with the longer robe next to it. “Ready?” He nods seriously as if we’re about to leave a spaceship and walk on the moon. It’s hard to remember you’re in a dangerous place, and most likely locked in, when everything looks so normal. So familiar.

  So nice! Stroking my hands over my chest, my nipples tingle with awareness. Focus. Ignore how good Travek looks in the robe he hasn’t even tied shut.

  Following him out of the bathroom, he slowly moves to the door out of the bedroom. Poking his head out, his hand holds me back behind him as he rounds the corner into the next room. When he moves forward enough that I can finally tip-toe out after him, everything looks fine. Again—totally normal.

  There’s a round dining room table with four chairs next to the larger living area. It’s cozy, with a few chairs and a couch, and then a kitchen that looks like something out of Better Homes and Gardens. Beautiful stainless-steel appliances and a large island with a double sink.

  I can’t resist opening and closing the cabinets. Everything is fully stocked, including the large full-height pantry. There are even a couple cookbooks with a cookbook holder for the countertop!

  Travek is looking for a door, but I’m opening the refrigerator. Real food! Lots of fresh fruit and vegetables. If I didn’t feel so shitty, I’d be cooking already.

  “Are we good to relax for a few minutes?” Crossing my legs does nothing to help the throbbing in my core. And Travek looks so good in the robe. I feel like if I don’t get away from him, I might just start rubbing on him like a cat in heat.

  “I assume so. I can’t find any exit point. Everything here is similar to Quasar furnishings, but different enough that it looks foreign.” He spins in a circle a few feet from the island I’m standing behind.

  “I just want to feel clean and lie down for a few minutes. My head is pounding.” Ignoring him, I wander back into the bathroom with an idea I want to check out.

  Sure enough, part of the bathroom mirror swings open easily to expose a medicine cabinet—complete with ibuprofen. Travek walks in right as I fill a glass that was sitting on the countertop and swallow my two pills.

  “What are you doing?” He’s inspecting the contents of the medicine cabinet I’ve left open. It’s sparse, but the essentials are there. I even see a couple toothbrushes wrapped in cellophane.

  “Taking some pain killers and getting in the shower. What are you doing?” He looks down at me, concerned, before picking up the bottle and trying to open the childproof lid. Instead of lining it up on the arrows, he’s just trying to pop it open.

  “I’m trying to make sure everything is as safe as it appears, and that you don’t hurt yourself.” His tone is soft, but I can’t help thinking how much he sounds like a parent. My headache, the stress—the horniness…

  Snatching the bottle from his hands, I hold it up between us as I line up the arrow and flip off the cap. “I think it’s much more likely you’ll hurt yourself. This place looks just like an Earth condo. It’s small, but has everything we could possibly want. I recognize everything, including all the food. So maybe you should relax for a few minutes.” Popping the lid back on, I place it back in the cabinet and shut the mirrored door. “I want to get clean, so give me a little privacy, and I’ll let you have a turn after.”

  “Don’t send me away.” I’m stunned by how well he can pout. Is he for real? “Let’s take a shower together. It’ll be safer. You seem unsteady and are in pain. I
can wash you.”

  It’s probably a bad idea, but at this point, I just want to be clean. And I’m afraid of this all disappearing too, so I nod my head and start the water in the shower without another word.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  - Travek

  Lisa is acting lethargic and disoriented as she starts the water in what she calls the shower. Yet again, I’m thrown into strange surroundings that defy all explanation. She’s right. Whoever brought us here utilized the same technology I found on the old pirate spacecraft.

  But that doesn’t tell me anything. Is it possible the Humans and Taxin did this? Using my box's technology, they could transfer Lisa and I out of the cold cell. Maybe believing this more familiar and comfortable dwelling would encourage mating?

  But why drug Lisa if they were just going to move us? Nothing makes sense.

  Lisa’s shut the door and hung her robe up again. I watch, fascinated as she walks behind the glass barrier and water starts to cascade down her body. The room fills with her scent as the warm, humid air floats around me.

  Groaning, I follow her example and hang up my robe before following her into the large area. The water teases me as it sluices down her back. Leaning against the wall, I study her incredible body. She definitely has the best female body I’ve ever seen in my life.

  She’s so curvy in all the right places. From her rounded backside, to the heavy weight of her chest, she’s irresistible to me. She turns to face the spray, giving me her backside. Acting oblivious to my watchful gaze, she sprays some kind of cleanser out of a dispenser on the wall into her hand.

  Turning sideways, she tips her head back into the water before palming the soap into her soft curls. Her eyes stay closed as she scrubs her hair. My breath hitches as her palms slide down the column of her throat and to stroke her chest. Her breasts swing and bounce as she rubs them in a circular motion.