Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage

by Viola Grace

  The tenacious female had him disrobed in a matter of moments and was quickly astride him again. Frozen, he stared as she mounted his hard-on. The heat of her slickened pussy engulfed his cock in one smooth stroke. Sliding on his shaft, she moaned out her pleasure as her fingers stroked her clit. Orgasm soon claimed her. With a shudder, she leaned forward, her whip holding him down by the throat.

  Gasping for air, Jim fought hard for a guttural choke, “Please.” His senses alive in a last ditch effort to save his life, his nerves shot small needle-like pains throughout his entire body. His mind flooded with thoughts of dying at the hands of this woman. Jim bucked under her weight. Her leg grip increased, but he wrestled free. Scooting off the bed, he stood and faced her. Aside from her beauty, she was a wildcat he feared he might not be able to handle. “I-I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I wasn’t even given a chance to take any kind of control.”

  “What do you mean,” she asked as she rose from her reclined position. “I understood that you liked a woman in control.” She tilted her head.

  “Well, yes, but I didn’t really like the feeling of being…taken like that.”

  “You aren’t the one for me then.” With a sigh, she rose from the bed, grabbed her clothes and walked toward the door.

  Jim quickened his pace to stop her from reaching the door. “I’m sorry. Come back and finish me off if that’s what you want. I don’t want to lose my need to be here and you chose me out of the group. I don’t want my unwillingness to get me tossed aside so—”

  She turned to face him, her grin apparent. “I knew you would be able to handle me.”

  He went to one knee and bowed his head. “I give myself to you completely.” Her clothes hit the floor beside him. One high-heeled boot settled on his chest above his heart and determinedly pushed him on to his back. He looked up at her. “Mistress—”

  “Yes.” Lunging, she landed on top of him, wriggled his cock into her and rode him, teasing all the way by alternating short with long strokes.

  Satisfied with the title he gave her and the status she made for him, Jim eagerly gave in return for as long as she desired.

  SLAVE FOR SEX

  Laura Tolomei

  Looking from a distance, the forest looked incredibly green, almost too sparkling to be real. But it was not a fake. He knew it well since he personally supervised irrigation. The work was hard, but results were more than satisfactory. Standing in front of the window, he admired the breathtaking emerald view, further brightened by the warm sunrays shining on his hair. He carefully inspected the vegetation surrounding the camp, each plant with a different shade or hue of what had become his favorite color. If only we didn’t have to work so hard to maintain it, things might almost be perfect or at least—

  “Rydan, you’re still here?” a voice called him from behind. “Laird is getting the teams ready to leave.”

  He turned and a bright smile lit his face. Oblique sunrays bounced on the young man’s red hair, spreading a soft light across the room. Rydan had always liked Derry’s unique look, not only for the hair color, but especially for the intriguing green eyes ready to sparkle at him. “Yes, I’m coming,” Rydan confirmed, deliberately stretching his long limbs in a sensual twisting movement. “I was just looking at how much work we’ve done already,” he continued, turning to the window once more.

  Derry slipped his arms around Rydan, pulling him against his body. “Mmm…you feel good,” he mumbled, holding the lithe muscular body while digging his crotch into the tight buns. Bending slightly, his mouth gently bit the waiting neck. “Lover,” he breathed, “do you know you’re irresistible when you stretch like that?”

  Rydan snuggled tighter against the redhead, throwing back his head while his ass dug deeper into Derry’s crotch. “You say?” he mumbled with a satisfied growl. Hands slipped down to cover Rydan’s cock and it stirred as the warm palm slid on it. Rydan began swaying lightly to Derry’s tune, then stopped abruptly. “We have to go,” he reminded. “You said Laird is waiting.”

  With a firm hold, Derry turned him around. “Let him wait, lover.” He bent down on his knees. “Today’s your birthday, which calls for a special celebration.”

  “But—”

  “Don’t worry. It’ll be quick.”

  The hot mouth closing on the already hard cock cut off any further objections. As all thoughts of work fled from Rydan’s mind, he pushed inside the yielding opening, filling it completely. His bulging head rubbed against Derry’s cheeks, before the voracious mouth sucked it deeper inside. Derry’s tongue also felt exquisite as it traced the long length, wrapping around the head before sliding on the stem. Rydan particularly loved its hard tip insinuating under the skin, teasing and enflaming as it flicked on the most sensitive spots.

  He groaned with pleasure, his hips pushing forward to get to the throat. Derry’s hands closed around the hard stem, partly to keep it from choking him, mostly to caress the demanding cock into submission. Of course, they both knew there was only one way to satisfy its imperious demands so Derry increased his manual rhythm, adapting his sucking to the new tune.

  Within a matter of seconds, Rydan became lost in the velvety sensations drowning his cock. In a frenzy, he pushed to match Derry’s every slide until nothing made sense anymore except fiery pleasure shooting from his center and traveling on every nerve to reach his whole body.

  “That was delicious, lover,” Derry assured, licking off the excess sperm on his lips.

  The redhead got up and wrapped Rydan in a firm embrace, his mouth avidly wanting to share its achievement. When his tongue pushed inside, Rydan recognized his own bitter taste, spiced with Derry’s unique flavor. Their tongues clashed, fighting to conquer territory, brandished swords dueling fiercely, until it was just one taste, one smell, one exquisite sensation. “Now, it’s really late,” Rydan said when he managed to pull back.

  Derry shrugged. “Your celebration was far more important. Laird can wait, for all I care.”

  “Yeah, right, we all know how much you like him.” Rydan grabbed his hand. “Come on,” he continued, pulling the redhead to the door. “It’s time to get to work.”

  Outside, the air was hot as usual. As far as Rydan could recall, there had never been a cold day…or one with bright sunlight, he mused, looking up at the milky white sky. It always felt as if a thick cloak hung permanently over their heads, filtering light through a hard glare that often hurt the eyes. Yet, the contrast between the milky whiteness and the brilliantly green vegetation was stunning.

  Rydan shook his head. No matter how many years had passed—and the day just marked the exact number—he still had not gotten used to it. Shifting his gaze, he turned to look at the yard in front of the log cabins. Everyone already in place, the small community of fifty or so waited patiently to begin the workday.

  “Happy birthday,” a man called out as Rydan came down the steps. “Finally twenty-one, right?” he asked.

  Rydan nodded. The date was important, especially for the celebrations that would follow. Too bad so many of my friends didn’t make it. With a painful knot at his stomach, he recalled his long-time friend and lover, Kyraen, a victim to the tragic illnesses that often plagued the camp. Rydan had seen it more than once. Young beautiful boys struck down by mysterious diseases no one could explain or much less, cure. But why do they always take the best ones? Rydan asked anguished for the millionth time, thinking of Derry replacing Kyraen in his bed, though not in his heart for sure.

  “Are we ready to go?” a sharp brittle voice cried out.

  Walking to the front of the yard, Rydan approached Laird. “Yes, we are,” he confirmed.

  “Certainly took your time today,” the older man bickered as everyone picked up their gear.

  “It’s my birthday, Laird. Aren’t I entitled to a bit of private celebration?”

  Laird glanced at the redhead close to Rydan. “You’ll get something much better tonight,” he informed.

  Rydan stopped a
nd raised his head. “So it’s going to be tonight?”

  Laird nodded.

  Of course, the boys had heard of the unusual meeting from those who had already taken part in it. Talks raged about soft creatures, silky skins and wet openings where a man could drown his intense desires. Neither Rydan nor Derry had ever been to such meetings, both too young for that. But now, Rydan would have his own initiation into adulthood.

  Derry edged closer. “Can I come, too?”

  Laird shook his head. “You know only twenty-one and over can come and you are…” He creased his forehead in an effort to remember.

  “I’m nineteen, sir,” Derry reminded.

  “Right. So you’ll have to wait a couple more years.” Laird moved off to check on the other workers.

  “I really don’t understand it,” Derry scoffed. “How can two years make a difference?”

  “Maybe those creatures want us to be older,” Rydan offered. “I wonder what they really look.”

  “They’re probably monsters, lover,” Derry teased.

  “If so, why should you be interested?”

  The redhead shrugged. “Just curious. Ever since I can remember, people have been going to those meetings, returning with fantastic tales about what they did, but none has explained exactly what these creatures are.”

  “They say they’re similar to us,” Rydan tried to remember descriptions, “with longer hair and without…” He pressed a hand on Derry’s crotch, “this.”

  “Yeah, right, think how exciting they can be. Just the idea turns me off.”

  Rydan did not reply. He was curious, too, but did not feel repelled by a possible difference. After all, he had spent a lifetime surrounded by cock-equipped people. To see something different would be nice for a change, he mused, a shiver of anticipation running down his back.

  “All right,” Laird called out again, “let’s go.”

  Quickly gathering up the remaining gear, Rydan stuffed it in his backpack and followed Laird outside the camp. He knew the road by heart, having traveled it a thousand times, coming and going deep inside the forest, completely surrounded by thick green vegetation. Wherever Rydan turned, all he saw was the velvety green ocean closing on them, drowning the sound of their footsteps in an eerie silence. Glancing up at the taller trees with green trunks piercing the sky, he liked to follow the palm leafs and hanging fronds’ elegant slide from the branches above to the ground below. At the bottom, thick underbrush covered the soil with fat plants squatting low while their leaves, too heavy to stand straight, fell in gentle curves to the ground. If he touched them, Rydan knew exactly what he would feel as every plant gave him the same slippery sensation he had come to know so well. His fingers had trouble holding on to the leaves because after just a brief touch, they would inevitably slide away as if wanting to run from him. The first times, Rydan had felt offended by this behavior for he had been working all his life to keep the forest as beautiful as it was, proud to tend a living thing that needed man’s help in order to survive.

  “We must look after our greatest asset,” the trainer had explained the first times Rydan had been called to work. “The forest is our treasure, but it doesn’t quite adjust to our climate.”

  To Rydan, the vast green expanse had seemed healthy enough, but as a mere twelve year old, he was hardly an expert. A frail child with an imposing mass of blond hair, he had transferred to the camp in order to start on his new duties. Around him, many other boys his age held the same doubt in their eyes, but none dared speak it aloud.

  “Your duty,” the trainer continued, “is to lay an irrigation pipeline so the plants can get the nourishment they need.” He picked up a black plastic hose. “See this? It’s hollow inside.” He poked a finger through it. “It will bring water to the vegetation.”

  “What water?” Rydan had asked, curious.

  The trainer had gestured in a vague direction behind the camp. “We have a water reservoir over there. We fill it up every month with fresh water, then bring it to the plants with these hoses. As you can see,” he held one up for their inspection, “they have tiny holes on them. Your job will be to lay the hoses around the vegetation, then your team leader will connect each single piece to the main pipeline.”

  Now, a team leader himself, Rydan connected the small hoses to one another until a black network covered every available piece of land, though it was hard to see through the thick vegetation. But at the crossroad, Rydan clearly saw the black lines stretching out in every direction.

  They had reached the place where the teams split up. Work progressed better if people worked in small numbers and their community had done an excellent job so far. The young ones, especially, look very promising, Rydan thought, watching the twelve years old tagging along, their shoulders free of any weight, before leading his own team away.

  Heavy silence clogging his ears, he took his men to his assigned area. Behind him, Rydan felt Derry’s heavy breathing.

  They had been team members even before becoming lovers, a choice Rydan still had trouble accepting…probably because his long-time lover had died only a short while before. Or perhaps, it was just a question of knowing the extent of his feelings. Either way, the giant void in his heart was still far from healing.

  Camp-mates since early teens, they had immediately felt the attraction between them. Kyraen was a special person, bright and full of life, always smiling despite his failing health. Rydan could not help falling in love with the twinkling brown eyes and dark complexion, his vibrantly alive attitude contagious to the point of no return. Becoming lovers had seemed only a fitting completion to a tight-knit friendship, which had grown and blossomed over the years. They had held nothing back, sharing minds and bodies in a frenzy of passion and feelings. But when Rydan had stood in front of his inanimate cold lover, he had felt nothing. Stunned speechless, he had simply wondered where the laughter had gone. Men came and went to offer their condolences, yet all Rydan heard was the unbearable silence digging a hole in his stomach.

  Vaguely, Rydan remembered they had become an official couple only a few months earlier when the camp leader had assigned them a cabin of their own. As a matter of fact, none were available at the time so Laird had called the flying machines to bring the construction material. With a couple days’ work, Rydan and Kyraen’s new love nest, as his lover called it, stood proudly among the others. But time was running out. After only a couple of months, the sparkling brown eyes fell very sick. Not even the blue pills that he already took helped made him feel better. He just wasted away under Rydan’s powerless gaze until he was gone.

  Rydan’s mind simply refused to believe it, at first. He had kept waiting for his lover to wake up, flash his wonderfully bright smile and put everything back into place. So he sat tight, seeing the people around him as annoying ghosts. Only Derry had stood by his side through that long day, saying nothing, simply lending his energy to support Rydan’s dwindling strength.

  The awful day had continued with Kyraen’s burning, an essential task that Laird insisted he could not postpone. Yet, he soon discovered the worse was not over. Returning to his empty place, he hesitated on the threshold, unsure whether to stay or run away. At that moment, he remembered Derry, still at his side like a faithful dog.

  “Thank you,” Rydan had mumbled, finally stepping inside the dark cabin, mostly to make way for his co-worker. But he could not move much further. For the first time in that miserable day, he stared at the heavy loss as if it were an endless black void opening its fangs, ready to swallow him in its pain and desperation. Closing his eyes, Rydan knew he could not face it…not tonight. Despite their short time in the love nest, the place belonged to Kyraen as every tiny corner spoke of the flashing brown eyes and radiant smile. Anguished, he looked around, trying hard not to see, but unavoidably pulled into the memory game. To have to endure the entire night with his unwanted flashbacks had seemed unbearable to Rydan’s already confused mind.

  “Are you sure you’re all right?”
Derry had asked, coming up behind him.

  Rydan looked again around the dark empty space, trying to find anything that would convince him to stay. “I—” he began, then stopped frustrated.

  Derry had understood perfectly. His arms had wrapped around Rydan, pulling him close until his head rested on his chest. With soft cooing sounds, the redhead had caressed him gently, trying to soothe his pain.

  Buried inside the broad chest, the hard lump Rydan had been nursing at the back of his throat finally melted and hot bitter tears ran down his face.

  Derry had held him tight, his hands running lightly on Rydan’s back in sympathy. Exactly when the caress became more sensual, he could not recall later. He only knew that at one point, Derry’s touch did not seem as uninterested as it had just a moment before. His body pressed closer just as Derry bent to bite his neck. The bite sent shivers running down his back and Rydan found out his body was more than willing to forget about his dead lover. His mind sternly resisted considering it a betrayal. For a long moment, Rydan felt tempted to ask Derry to leave. But the prospect of remaining alone through the hardest night of his life was not an exciting prospect any way he looked at it. Closing his mouth, Rydan surrendered to Derry’s hot kisses.

  The redhead had kept biting his neck, sometimes licking it with the hard tongue tip, other times clenching his teeth on the soft flesh, then sucking hard. His hands were also busy on Rydan’s ass, drawing circles on the firm buns and pressing them closer to his crotch. Rydan felt Derry’s arousal. The hard bulge pressing on his stomach was unmistakable. In want of something better to do, he pulled back and traced the growing shape through the cloth, trying to grasp it fully.