by Lucee Joie
“You have to wait,” I say as I pull my head up and watch his expression drop. “I want you to want this so bad that you can’t see straight.”
He throws his head back, his eyes rolling into his head as he does so. “I am already there.”
I smile again before diving right back in and his hips spasm underneath me.
I continue to move up and down, working his cock like it is a popsicle in the middle of summer. Teasing him, I pause at the top, my tongue dancing over the tip, circling it and working its way around the head before diving right back down once more. Bivir lets out a strangled noise as his hips rise and he reaches down to fist his hands into the bed below us.
It is time.
Sitting up, I yank at his pants, pulling them down in a frantic pace and Bivir manages to remember where he is and lifts his hips further, his cock wagging towards me so I lick it once more.
As his pants are removed, I tug at the rest of my own clothing, removing my bottoms as well before straddling him once more. I am so wet and he must feel it on his thighs as I slip against him.
His fingers are there, feeling my core, massaging it until I can feel myself on the precipice.
“No.”
I groan out the single word but his fingers do not stop.
“Two can play at this game,” Bivir says and I note his coy smile when I open my eyes.
I rock against his touch for a moment before scooting away from him.
“Oh, yes they can,” I reply before mounting him. His cock slides in with no resistance, rubbing against my clit as it does so and I am nearly losing it before it has even begun.
I swallow him whole and sit still, my whole weight pressed down on him as I fight the urge to come too early. I pant through the sensation, my hands leaning down on his chest as I do so.
Bivir trails his fingers gently up my arms and I want to let go with his touch.
Instead, I start a rhythm. Slowly, I raise myself up, the sensation almost beyond me but I concentrate on the action rather than my own feelings. When I reach the top of his shaft, I pause before plunging down once more.
Bivir arches backward, grabbing onto my hips at the same time and slams his hips into me, our connection becoming deeper as a result.
I throw my head back and seriously start to ride him. I can feel him building inside of me, his cock swelling even further as I feel myself slipping once more.
“Let it go,” Bivir grunts and I do.
He takes over the rhythm, pounding into me as I rock over him, allowing my body to finally let go, to revel in the entirety of our lovemaking.
I feel a roar building deep down inside of me as my climax builds. Both erupt from me at the same time as Bivir starts panting out his own release.
Rocking together a few more times, our climax clashes between us as we spiral downward together. I rest my sweaty forehead against Bivir’s.
We are sated and there is nothing in this world that can change that. From this day forward, we have had this moment and it can never be taken away from us, no matter what happens with the Galactic Union.
Chapter Fourteen: Bivir
I have never met anyone like Danika and I am thankful that she is here in my life presently, even if that means that she suffered at the hands of the Galactic Union. That thought makes me feel guilty but I can’t hide it. That’s the way I feel and there is no denying it. All I can do is thank the universe for placing her in my path and pray to the higher beings that she gets over her captivity, that she works through it and it doesn’t end up controlling her life. I hope that I can make her happy, as well as maintain that happiness so that there is no need for the bitterness of her captivity to creep back in.
That is my mission now. Even as I am working towards overthrowing the Union, I need to make sure that Danika is content, that she doesn’t have to dwell on her horrific time in her confinement.
I smile as she sleeps. Her face is smooth, there are no concerns registering. I think back over our lovemaking and feel my heat rising once more. Danika is the sort of person that will always help–even when it comes to lovemaking. I was surprised at her dominance, though. Our kind is not like that, especially the women. Marir is the exception to the rule and I have never met another female like her until now.
My desire grows as I remember Danika taking over, of making sure that my every need was met–even if I didn’t know I had desired her in that way before. She was my everything and I would not allow the Union to destroy that.
There is a knock at the door and Danika frowns in her sleep as her eyes struggle to open.
“Just a moment,” I say as Danika pulls the blankets up around her neck. “I’m getting dressed.”
“Tell Danika that her friends are on the radio,” Marir calls through the door before I hear her footfalls moving away again.
Danika is out of bed now, frantically searching for her clothing as I scavenge around the bed. I find her underwear and flick it at her. She grabs it from the air and starts strapping herself into her bra.
“How did everything go?” Danika is asking and I watch her concern crinkle her forehead.
“There was trouble,” a female voice says. “But it was sorted. We have Missy on board with us.”
Danika gasps, as do I.
“How in the dark stars did you manage to take her hostage?” I ask over Danika’s shoulder. I lean on her, my fingers massaging her soft skin as I wait for a reply. The muscles in her neck are tight and she leans into my touch.
“She isn’t a hostage,” the woman says. “She helped organize the uprising. We also have the remaining women from onboard the Leonida.”
“That’s fantastic,” Danika says with a smile. She expels a breath that she has obviously been holding in. “When will you be arriving?”
“We’re on our way now. We have been scouting but there doesn’t appear to be anyone following. There was a weird incident as we left, though...”
As the woman relays how they were forced to open the Prennia but found no one on board afterward concerns me. A dread settles deep in the pit of my stomach.
“You’re absolutely certain that no one is on board?” I ask, even though that has already been stated.
“Nothing. We couldn’t find a person or a bug. It was the weirdest thing.”
“Are they still cleared to land?” Danika asks turning to me. My hand rests on her shoulder but I have stopped rubbing her tension away.
I can understand her concern and turn towards Marir, who is also listening to the conversation. She is pinching her lip between her fingers as she worries out the situation in her head. Looking towards me, I can see the question in her eyes.
Should we trust this landing now?
There are risks, there always has been, actually. We need numbers to overthrow the Galactic Union and they now have those sorts of numbers. Why would anyone attack the Prennia and then leave no evidence of what they have done behind?
There is something going on, something that we can’t quite work out just yet. However, without all of the facts, a decision needs to be made anyway.
“They have traveled without anything happening to them,” I say to Marir. “We really need their numbers.”
She nods her head and it appears that I have put into words what she was likely thinking.
“Yes, you can land,” she finally says.
I can see Danika visibly sag into her seat. She lets out a huff of breath and I start rubbing her shoulders again.
I ponder on what will happen next. Not only do we have the risk of a potentially unknown threat but we now have the slave wife of the most important player in the Galactic Union. I try not to smile, to display just how happy I am with this news.
Assuming Missy is completely legitimate in wanting to overthrow the Union, she will now be our most valuable asset. I barely even question whether or not she is a friend or foe to us. After having contact with Danika, of hearing her stories, I am sure that the other women feel the same as he
r. They have all been taken against their will, all forced to become sex slaves to the Ochek. The fact that Missy was in a slightly higher position to the others means very little. She was still violated and forced into a life that she didn’t select.
Yes, she could be bluffing as a way to find out more intel on our group but I doubt it. Still, I file that thought away in the same place as where my concerns over the unknown consequences of that previously mentioned incident and move along.
I almost can’t wait to find out more from Missy. With her information and the new influx of numbers, we can now contemplate a serious rebellion.
“I think we should start organizing media to be distributed while we wait for the Prennia to arrive,” I say and Danika smiles up at me.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
“I know the perfect people to help us out in that regard,” Marir says. “And, one of them is a human, like you, Danika.”
Chapter Fifteen: Danika
I gasp in surprise when Marir mentions there is another human in the area. I know that the Ochek has captured plenty of us but I assumed that they were the only species holding onto our kind out here in space.
It turns out I was wrong
While humans outside of Ochek captivity is rare, there are a few instances of our kind in the galaxy. Some are escapees from the Ochek. Some humans have escaped while on Bruxland and at other resort destinations. As a result of this, humans tend to stay low, hiding away from authorities. This also means that they have been taken in by fringe cultures and those who are averse to the Galactic Union.
However, this woman’s story is a little different.
It seems that she got mixed up in an incident in Area 51 on our planet. As a result of this, she is now on the run–along with some of the aliens she helped to free from captivity at the top-secret military base.
She is now, officially, my hero for doing that. We have common ground and I can’t wait to find out more about her story.
I gaze at her as she enters the room with an air of confidence. Her hair is pulled back tightly in a ponytail and I can tell that she takes no nonsense by the way she struts confidently across the room.
She is followed by two people belonging to species that I have never seen before. A tall man is directly behind her and I gape at the fact that he has four arms. Four arms, I tell you! Closing my mouth quickly as he glances in my direction, I study the other person.
This creature has strange purple-colored skin. But, that’s not the only weirdness about what I judge to be a female. While the man had four arms, this person has tentacles instead. I bite down on my lip rather than get caught gaping once more. As she passes me, her hair, which also appears to be thinner tentacles, slithers in my direction, as though it has a mind of its own and knows that I am trying hard not to be shocked by the appearance.
“This here is Lacey,” Marir says and I beam at the woman.
“It’s so wonderful to meet you,” I gush. “I had no idea that there were more of our kind up here.”
“Yes, it’s a shock the first time you realize that,” Lacey replies. “This is my boyfriend, Ejaw-Losal. But you can call him Ejaw.”
My lip is sore from all of the biting down on it I have done recently. So, it seems like alien love between humans is not that unique. I smile at the pair, noting well as Ejaw clasps Lacey’s hand with one of his appendages at the same time that another reaches out to shake my hand.
“Apparently, this is what you do on Earth,” Ejaw says as I stare blankly at the gesture.
“Yes, of course,” I reply, quickly reaching out to shake his hand.
“Finally, this is Zilzah,” Lacey says as she nods towards the purple woman.
“Nice to meet you,” I say, also reaching out my hand before realizing that I have nothing to grab but tentacles. Zilzah peers at me in confusion. “Sorry, it’s a human gesture.”
She nods briefly before smiling at me. “What a great way to transfer germs,” she says as she offers an appendage.
I actually laugh at the comment. I totally like the spunk of this woman. Reaching out, I clasp a tentacle. It pulses under my grip and I gawk at the strange sensation, noting how peculiarly close to a penis her appendage feels under my touch. I blush slightly before quickly letting go. I glance at Bivir and he smiles at me, obviously unaware of my thoughts.
“I was a media consultant,” Lacey says as she gets straight down to business. “I suggest that we ready plenty of various statements that can be quickly shared across multiple mediums in order to get the word out about what the Galactic Union are really up to.”
Already, Lacey is taking charge and I am happy to follow her lead. She hands out tablets and we immediately set to work formulating varying lengths of text from the point form she has included on each device.
“We need to send out all of these messages at the same time. They should go out to as many different sources as possible in order to reach the maximum number of people before the Union tries to shut us down. The more people that read our broadcasts, the more likely that the news will stick and not be covered up like many of the other incidents involving their organization.”
I nod my head as I continue to write. Bivir is next to me, also tapping away on a tablet. As I glance around the room I am suddenly overcome. All of these people are willing to help, to make sure that the Galactic Union gets exactly what they deserve. Yet, all I can think about is how if this works, Bivir and I will be free to love each other, that my life will now be here on Bruxland with him. I beam at Bivir as he looks my way.
“What are you smiling about?” he asks with a sly grin.
“Just how I can’t wait for all of this to be over so that we can just, well, be.” I reach out and tuck a dreadlock behind his ear and he leans into my touch.
“I can’t wait for you to meet my parents,” he says quietly and I wonder about them. I know that they were sold into slavery when Bivir and Marir were very young.
Are they still alive? Perhaps not. Yet, I hold my face in my happy expression rather than think about how it would wound Bivir to know that his parents were deceased. Yet, it will be a problem that we will tackle together, once all of this is done.
For the first time since my captivity, I am completely hopeful in my happily ever after.
Chapter Sixteen: Bivir
Lacey has been fantastic at getting things started regarding the uprising. I cannot believe that over such a short amount of time we have managed to amass a much bigger group and now created information that can be passed on to everyone.
Still, I worry. I have had run-ins with the Galactic Union and plenty of them. Their ability to cover up information is staggering. Even though this time feels different, as though we have created a much larger kerfuffle than ever achieved before, I am still hesitant. Emperor Thahars is crafty, he knows how to manipulate. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he somehow managed to turn the bad press around and create something positive for himself.
This notion makes my stomach knot up. I don’t want more women abducted on account of my actions.
“We need to start sending out these fliers,” Lacey says as she hands out big wads of paper.
I have never seen anything like it before. On our planet, we use word of mouth for all of our news. It spreads quickly and it is reliable–mostly.
Of course, it is archaic compared to most other planets in the galaxy. I have seen their methods, though, have used them myself at times. Digitally transferring data is quick and effective. Plus, it has the added bonus of being reliable in the sense that wording can’t be changed from each reading. However, I worry about how quickly this sort of information can disappear without a trace thanks to computer technicians and the like.
This method, using paper as the reporting medium, is somewhat ingenious. Sure, each item could be burned but, as I look at the thick piles being handed out, I realize that it is highly unlikely that every single page can disappear. Somewhere, someone will retain
some of these and the word will continue to spread.
In addition, Lacey has organized for digital media to go out. It will all be published at the same time and to every viable platform imaginable–especially those that are considered not widely used.
It is a known fact that the Union will wipe all of the online data fairly quickly. However, they will concentrate on the big ten. Those outlets and social devices are considered the golden standard when it comes to users. To wipe the information from there usually effectively silences the information. However, Zilzah has been busy uploading everything she can to the thousands of smaller platforms that are not as highly used. Over the breadth of them, they likely have millions of users.
To discover every link we have posted, every word, will take the Union days, if not weeks to scrub clean. In the meantime, people will still be reading it, still be discussing it and that will be how the details go viral.
My heart flutters at the prospect of finally bringing down the Galactic Union. Somewhere, out there, my parents might read the information. If they do, they might feel hope at the prospect of being released. I choke up with emotion at the thought.
A hand rests on my shoulder and I turn to see Marir. She squeezes my shoulder and I smile at her.
“Are you thinking about mom and dad?” she asks. I nod my reply. “I wonder where they are.”
It has been hard returning to Setis. Marir and I have both avoided our hometown as much as possible. Coming here hurts, even after all these years.
Marir’s voice is quiet, as though she doesn’t want everyone else in the room to hear her. I understand her hesitation. Looking around, nearly everyone here has had some sort of major tragedy at the hands of the Union. There is no need to bring our parents into it as well. Compared to the sexual abuse, our parents being sold into slavery is nothing compared to that. It is the norm for our species. Mostly, slavery means servitude and a life that, while not their own, is also not the worst situation a person can get themselves into the under the regime.
