by Lucee Joie
A jolt of excitement courses through me when Bivir finally reaches his destination. I buck into him as I squeeze his cock in response. His fingers are gentle even as they tease and work me into a frenzy. I can feel my body responding as it approaches a release. It is one that I never expected to reach so quickly.
I thought that I had been scarred by what had happened to me on board the Leonida. Instead, Bivir is washing all of that away. He is making me new again and I let the tide of emotion crescendo with my climax as I let my body take over, groaning into my glorious release.
There is silence after that as I drift downwards into my bliss. I smile at the sky, at the universe and thank every celestial being out there for this moment.
The tickle of Bivir’s lips is at my neck, my shoulder. They inch lower and I know that the night is not over yet. His fingers push up my top and my skin prickles with goosebumps as it is exposed to the cool night air. It creates yet another delicious sensation.
Pushing aside my bra, Bivir’s mouth encloses my nipple and suckles, drawing it in and I can feel the heat of arousal rising once more. I am surprised that it can, that I am not fully sated yet, as well as excited that even more delight is now approaching.
His fingers, still at my core, trace around my clit, teasing more life out of it yet never actually touching it and I am relieved. I may be embarking on a second voyage but I know that I am still sensitive down there, that it needs a much gentler touch this time around.
His lips slide down lower and the cold air makes my nipple contract hard. I groan out a response. Tickling my stomach with his action, he teases a wet line of delight down to my pants as he tugs them lower, finally gaining access to my bare skin.
I arch into him, and he ducks away slightly, as though teasing me. I am greedy, I know it. But it has been far too long since I have felt this way and I want it all now, every last drop of joy that I can possibly expunge from this night.
He breathes deeply of me and his exhalation dances warm across my skin. I help him out by reaching down and removing my pants then let my thighs fall to the side, giving him free access to whatever he likes.
Bivir dips into my folds and I feel the tickle of his antennae brush against my thighs. It is a divine sensation and I groan roughly. His feelers are soft, like his fingers but without the hard bone underneath. They drive me wild with delight as they pulse along my skin.
His tongue is probing, tasting my folds and my hands tangle in the bedding below me. Teasing his way around my clit, his wet tongue delights me, tastes me as he probes and I want to scream out my reply. I want to buck into him, to have him enter me.
His feelers are there, as his tongue enters me, they seek out my core and nudge at my clit as though they have their own thoughts, their own control over the matter.
They brush against me, the gentlest of touches that I have ever felt and it sends me spiraling down into a bliss never before experienced.
I am wet. So. Damn. Wet. I pant out my response to the growing rhythm and wait for my release to come once more.
Except that Bivir withdraws at the last moment.
He leans back and I open my eyes. He slowly settles back into a kneeling position. I watch as he winces against the pain of his wound. Finally, his gaze centers back on me as I pant out my need.
Dark eyes bore into me as he stands to remove his pants. I am quick to rise and help him out of his clothing so that I can finally get to see him in all his naked glory. The moon illuminates his form and I lick my lips in response.
“Come here,” I whisper, my fingers reaching out for him, hungry for his touch now that I know just how wondrous it really is.
He leans in slowly, not denying me and I wrap my arms around him, our skin brushing against each other and I never want to be anywhere else.
His cock is there, ready and willing as Bivir guides it inside of me and I am glad that he pulled away at the last moment, that my second orgasm will be around his glorious dick.
He enters me fully, pauses, his gaze upon me as he smiles at me.
“You are so beautiful, Magni,” he says before withdrawing and pounding straight back into me. I close my eyes with the bliss of it and my rhythm matches his as we work together towards a mutual and glorious release.
Bivir leans into my neck as he pounds away, gently biting my shoulder as he does so and I dig my fingers into his back, feeling the muscles hard underneath his skin as they bunch with his impending release.
I scream out my orgasm just as he does the same and, this time, we both drift down together as we sink into the bed below us.
Chapter Eight: Bivir
Warmth envelops me as I wake up. Snippets of last night flash through my mind and I smile into the memories.
I am seriously the luckiest man alive.
Danika whimpers in her sleep and I tighten my hold on her. Leaning into her hair, I whisper that everything is going to be all right and she settles back down. I wonder if she is dreaming about all the horrible things she had to endure under the ownership of the Galactic Union. I hope not. She should never have to worry about that sort of slavery again. Not while I am living and breathing, anyway. I will do everything within my power to keep her safe now, to keep her happy and content.
I inhale deeply of her. Humans smell different to our kind. Or, Danika does, at least. I have no desire to get this close to another of her kind. I have no need to since Danika is everything that I require.
She leans back into me, her fingers clenching around my own. I can feel my arousal once more and wonder if the new day will change anything between us. Perhaps it was only a heat of the moment situation. Maybe she was only interested in release and not in something more serious. I hope with all my heart that she wants more and beg the universe for it.
Danika turns suddenly. Laying on her back, she blinks at the sky and I kiss her cheek. Facing me, there is no confusion in her expression and I sigh deeply. A part of me would have died inside if Danika had rejected me this morning. Our kind does not give our love away lightly.
“Are you okay?” I ask quietly. The rustle of a bedroll nearby reminds me that there is a sea of bodies now surrounding us.
Danika nods. She reaches out and traces a line along my jaw. “I think I am finally okay. Better than okay, actually. How are you feeling?”
A flicker of concern crosses her face and I turn my thoughts inwards. How do I feel? Emotionally, I am ecstatic. However, my body still aches in places that it shouldn’t.
“The medicine is definitely working,” I reply. “However, my wound is still very tender.”
She reaches up and places her cool hand against my forehead. “The fever seems to be gone.”
“We must have burned it out last night.”
A smile lights up her face and I beam back at her. Leaning in, I kiss her tenderly as my arms encircle her. We scoot closer together and Danika lets out a quiet giggle as our intent turns more sexual.
“I think our next plan of attack should be one that notifies the public what is going on,” Danika says as we hold an informal meeting. We are back on the road, having left Fakkat behind and heading to my hometown of Setis. Breaking for something to eat, our conversation has turned to the rebellion.
“I agree,” I say. “Emperor Thahars tried to kill me. He will continue to try and take us out quietly. He cannot do that if everyone knows about the rebellion. So far, any news featuring our attempts to overthrow the Union have been misleading and downright lies.”
“How do you mean?” Danika asks.
“Our last attack, the one in which Bivir was injured, was described as a terrorist attack that was successfully thwarted by the government,” Marir explains. Danika nods her head grimly.
“Then, we definitely need to get the word out. We can’t have this sort of propaganda being continued. I need to get in touch with the Prennia again so that we can find out ways in which we can spread the word further. But, more importantly, I need to know if the attack on the Leon
ida was successful. If so, we need to get the news out about what really happened before the Union’s version of events starts to be spread.”
I look around the group and see that the majority are nodding their heads in response to Danika. She is good for our group; a fresh set of eyes from an entirely different background is going to be helpful to us. What she has been through is also amping up the urgency regarding the Galactic Union’s stronghold on us all.
“If we are going to make radio contact then we need to reach Setis today,” I say.
Danika smiles at me and I beam right back at her. Her happiness is contagious and I want to reach over and kiss her even as we are in the middle of negotiations.
There will be time for that later.
We break up camp fairly quickly after that. I am still sore from my wound but Danika has revived me and I try harder to stand upright, to stride more purposely. However, it doesn’t take long before I am sweating with pain and Danika reaches out to me to help me as I climb the ladder into our caravan.
“Halt!”
The call surprises me and I turn, pulling stitches as I do so. I hiss with pain and Danika puts an arm around my waist in support as we both look up.
Several Qorcin are standing at the edge of our camp. They are not tall but they are wide. Built for sheer muscle power and little else, they are the bullies of the universe. Hired quite often as brawn, they are best suited to security roles where it isn’t so important to keep the body count low.
I look to Danika and note her eyes are wide with fear. She ducks her head towards me and I try to smile through my fear. Her furrowed brow tells me that I have been unsuccessful at the task.
“What’s going on?” Marir asks, stepping forward and I fear for her life. One of the Qorcin pushes his laser forward, pointing it directly at Marir’s chest. As per usual, Marir really doesn’t care about her own personal safety. She barges back, even without a weapon, an attempt at bluffing the small group. However, they are not as smart as that and I wonder if they will just kill her outright rather than ask questions.
“Hand over your barter,” the Qorcin says and I actually relax a little. This is merely a robbery. Something more common than not in these remote areas. Initially, I had suspected they were somehow linked to the Galactic Union.
Already, I am reaching for my backpack, ready to relinquish it. As I push the pack forward, others are doing the same.
“We need those supplies,” Marir is saying as two of the Qorcin start collecting up bags. “We need food, at least, until we reach the next town.”
“Setis is only a few hours away,” the Qorcin with the laser still pointed at her chest says. “You’ll be fine.”
The bags are collected quickly and I wait patiently in anticipation of the raiders leaving. However, they remain even after the bags are inspected. I start to worry once more.
“Now you can tell us about the Prennia,” the leader finally says and I am convinced that this is Union-sanctioned after all.
Chapter Nine: Danika
I have no idea what is going on. I get that it is a robbery. However, now that the hideous beast with the weapon has asked about the Prennia, I am concerned that this is somehow linked to me.
My gaze darts to Bivir and I will him to turn, to explain what is going on. My translator, implanted against my will onboard the Leonida may translate exactly what this new group is saying but it doesn’t help me to understand what is really going on.
“Bivir,” I whisper.
“It’s okay,” he replies. He is still looking at the leader, with his broad shoulders and bony protrusion across his hideous face, but he reaches out and his fingers brush against mine. I cling on tightly.
“What on Bruxland would we know about the Prennia?” Marir says and the leader laughs at her before pointing at Danika.
“You have a human with you,” he says and I swallow hard. “We know that the Prennia has been stolen.”
I frown at his words. How exactly did he know that? Has word started to spread even though the media is locked down tight?
“What do you mean the Prennia has been stolen?” Marir returns. “Where did you hear that?”
The beast turns to Marir and his expression looks like murder.
“Never mind where I heard it,” he replies, pointing his weapon directly into Marir’s face. “Just answer the question. No humwang this time, either.”
Marir stares the man down and I fear that I am going to see her slaughtered right in front of me. Over the course of the last few days, I have grown fond of Marir and I know that Bivir is extremely close to his sister. It would break his heart to see anything happen to her.
“The Prennia was taken by Prince Ece,” I say, butting in. Perhaps his title will scare this new group enough to give up on their pursuit.
The beast turns to me, stepping close enough that I can smell the sweat of him. It is an odor not unlike old onions and I want to cover my nose.
“Perhaps that is how we found out about it?” The creature sneers at me and I feel the urge to vomit. Has Ece just double-crossed us?
“What do you mean?” I want to appear as confident as Marir but my voice falters.
“Prince Ece is the one who sent us,” the man says and I want to cry at the thought of being sold out once more by the Ochek. How could I have been so stupid?
“I think it’s your turn to talk humwang,” Marir interjects and I dart a look her way. She winks at me but I can see the whites of her eyes and the tightness in her expression as she does so.
The beast of a man turns back to Marir, stepping away from me again. “And, what would you know about the situation?”
“We all know the Union lies when it comes to what is printed,” Marir continues. “I’ve heard that Prince Ece is leading a rebellion against his own father. I have also heard that the gonads of a Duuyak are the secret ingredient of chax and that the Magni are really tree spirits that like to capture the essence of any man dumb enough to cross their path on the day of the summer solstice. So, you know, humwang often happens, especially so when it comes to news regarding the Galactic Union. Stories about what happens with them are about as reliable as your own kind is to lie straight in bed every night.”
The man walks up to Marir and gets right into her face. His glare is like dynamite in a confined space and Marir tries hard not to shrink away from him but even I can see the tremble in her shoulders.
“We know things,” the man says before pointing his weapon directly into Marir’s face. I gasp in shock and wait for the inevitable.
“What do you need to know?” Bivir says as he limps forward. “I will tell everything we know, just don’t hurt her.”
Bivir’s words do exactly as he has likely planned. The hulking form steps away from Marir and turns to Bivir.
“That’s more like it,” the man says. “Let’s go for a walk then, have a little chat, shall we?”
I suck back a sob as Bivir’s shoulders droop and he hobbles away with the beast of a man. Looking at Marir, I expect we both share the same hopeless expression.
Chapter Ten: Bivir
I struggle to walk as the Qorcin lead me into the woods and I fear for my life. They are known to be cruel, to only think of what they can gain. They will switch sides as quickly as shoot you through the skull. I wonder if I will ever see Danika again and my heart aches with the notion of dying before tasting her once more, of touching her smooth skin and of feeling the warmth of her next to me.
We have walked a great distance now, or it feels that way as I struggle through my pain and I begin to worry about other things. Where are they taking me? What is happening to the others while I am gone?
There are only three Qorcin with me but that is more than enough when it comes to their brute power. However, could there be more of them? Are the others safe against them or have more arrived to take them captive as well?
“Where are you taking me,” I finally ask when it becomes apparent that we are not stopp
ing. Was I really just abducted?
“Shut up!” one Qorcin says as he pushes me forward. I swallow hard as I am forced to steady myself and the motion pulls at my stitches.
Closing my eyes, I wonder if this might be my time to die. I may have just seen my last sunrise, seen my sister for the last time, kissed a woman for the last time. Hot grief wells behind my eyes and I try not to allow tears to escape. I need to control myself, to not show my weakness. Already they know that I will do anything to protect my sister. I don’t need them to also know that they can control me via Danika, that she is my one true weakness.
No, I need to remain silent regarding her and me.
Her safety is everything to me and the Qorcin must not have access to her. I grimace in terror at the prospect of them using Danika against me, of them brutalizing her. She has been through so much that she doesn’t need to be taken hostage once more, to be terrorized again at the hands of brutes that are far worse than the Ochek.
I beg to the universe that Marir has the good sense to flee with my group, to realize much quicker than I did that I am now a hostage, that I am being taken somewhere else and being put through, well, the universe only knew what would come next for me.
The landscape is thickening, the trees closing in and the sky is disappearing from sight. Claustrophobia is cloaking me as we continue along a path that is increasingly knotting up with exposed roots and vines that clutch at my legs as we pass. Reaching up, I swat away a branch that has clawed at my dreadlocks and get poked in the ribs by the man behind me as a result. I gasp through the shock of pain but try to walk evenly. I have to do my best to survive this, to somehow make it back to Danika once more.
That is my only goal, to live long enough to once more lay eyes on the woman that I love.
Some might say that it is too early to be talking of love. Other species often laugh at the Brux, at how quickly they fall for their partners. But there is something pure, something so completely joyful at knowing that the person you have just formed a bond with, that you have just coupled with, is the one that you plan to spend the rest of your life with.
