by Elin Wyn
“You feel incredible… and I still haven’t discovered every part of you yet,” he whispered, his voice husky.
Hearing him so unsettled, so mesmerized by lust, sent my body racing. Reacting to the idea of him entering me, gooseflesh mottled my skin, and I let out a low moan.
Slowly, he slid two fingers inside me.
I moaned as I writhed, the feeling of him pushing deeper into me, even with just his fingers, was almost too great to bear. I became frenzied, hungry for more — nothing short of his cock filling me would do. I needed it now.
I lifted my head to look him deep in the eyes. Looking through half-closed eyes, I silently implored him to use more than just his fingers. A delighted grin greeted me, one which held a playful smugness. He was enjoying how he was making me feel.
At first, I felt like the odd one out, as if I was the only one savoring this moment. But when I bucked up into his fingers to take more of them inside, I felt his engorged cock against me.
He was struggling just as much as I was.
Feeling Cazak’s knuckles deep inside, I could feel every slight movement, every curve of his fingers. When they located my G-spot and started to knead, I bit down on my lower lip to stop from crying out with ecstasy, it felt so good.
Wave upon wave rocked my curves as he stroked in a come-hither motion, surrounded by the walls of my tight pussy.
When I began spasming, my orgasm imminent, I tried to stop myself from coming undone. I didn’t want it to end here — there was more for us to experience. However, Cazak gave me a knowing look, his fingers never ceasing their skilled exploration.
“Don’t hold back,” he begged me, his eyes locked onto mine.
“But… I want… you inside of me…” I managed to pant out, struggling to not spill my juices all over his hand. To that he replied with a wider smile than before.
“I don’t intend this night to end without feeling that, Sybil.”
In knowing that, I finally allowed myself to let go. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt or dreamed of. I’d had lovers before, but never so experienced in lovemaking that I forgot everything surrounding me except myself and my lover.
Shuddering around him, my walls clenching his fingers with every wave of my climax, I cried out for him. I lost myself to a moment that would stay with me even if that was where our time together came to an end. No matter the future, that was what I’d always remember of Cazak.
Before I finished pouring myself onto his fingers, he was already stealing them away from me. Watching with hazy, lust-filled eyes and curiosity, I saw him raise his fingers to his mouth and lick.
“Mmmmm, you taste amazing,” he purred.
My already flushed skin turned an even darker shade of crimson. But, having seen him lap up my slickness in such a way, I was already desperate to have more of him. And Cazak was happy to oblige.
Using both his hands, he lifted my legs and slung them over his shoulders, my body folding into place. Then, with my pussy spread before him, he positioned himself right at my dripping wet entrance.
The moment the broad head of his cock connected with my skin, I shook. So did he.
Inch by inch, he pushed his way inside, the way it felt as he filled me was a pleasure I can’t find words to describe.
“Sybil… you’re beautiful…”
“Shut up and… kiss me…” I ordered him, my urges taking over as I pushed up against his hips.
He matched me with his thrusts. Hard and slow, he drew back only to pound forward into me; it was a steady rhythm, but the force behind it shook me to my core.
Cazak had such command of himself and, in turn, of me. As he took me toward the edge of euphoria again, I strove to take him there with me. We both needed this, to come together as one.
His body peeling away from mine, I relished feeling him glide back into me right to the hilt. There were no half measures, nothing left unexplained.
What we needed from one another was what we got. An endless moment in time of him and me working toward a climax that everyone in the building would hear.
They could probably hear my passion already, my moans loudly ringing around the room.
As he slammed into me faster, I felt the rush of excitement tremble inside me. At the same time, I felt him twitch. That was followed by more spasms, his fluid shooting out. He was an uncorked bottle, the flow unstoppable until the pressure was depleted. As he flooded my slick walls, my orgasm gushed to meet him.
We took turns chasing each other over the edge of the deepest pleasures I’ve ever known. Never before had I felt so much at one time. I simultaneously felt like I was drowning, flying, and burning. He pushed me to new edges until I could only say one word.
His name.
Cazak
She said yes.
There I had been, feeling awkward and inadequate and like a total ass, and I’d actually asked Sybil if I could kiss her. It was a lame, newbie type of move, or so Jalok would have said.
But it had just felt right, like the right thing to say, and Sybil had said yes. Yes, she didn’t mind kissing me, even with my scarred face. Even though I was an alien, and she was likely condemning herself to ridicule and prejudice just by being with me.
The feel of her full, soft lips against my own still glowed in my memory as I sat there in a chair watching her sleep. I think, in a lot of ways, I was still high on that first kiss, even though we’d gone much, much further.
I was going to have to apologize to Jalok for all the hard times I’d given him over having a human girlfriend. For that matter, I owed an apology to Sk’lar, too, but he was such a tightass, I wasn’t about to offer one.
The memory of her skin sliding against my own was one that I would always treasure. Thank goodness our bodies were sexually compatible. Sybil certainly hadn’t been the least bit afraid of my cock, that was for certain.
Her body was every bit as soft as it appeared, and I remember thinking how lucky I was that I’d gotten to experience it. Never in a million years would I have believed that a lovely woman like her would ever let a scarred-up old soldier like me even touch her, but truth is stranger than fiction sometimes.
Sybil rolled over onto her side, a bit of her dark hair hanging over her face, and snored softly. Carefully, with great gentleness, I reached out and lifted the hair away from her sleeping eyes so I could still see her loveliness. Her warm breath tickled the back of my hand when I moved near her nostrils. My eyes ran over the curves of her body, ill-concealed beneath the thin silk sheet draped over her naked form.
I returned to my seat and kept watching her sleep. If I’d have heard someone describe doing such to me, I would have thought they were a total creep, but now I understood the feeling. It wasn’t about dominance or control, but about trust. Sybil trusted me enough to be totally vulnerable to me. Her slumber proved that she believed I was a good man, not someone who would ever hurt her.
My jaw set hard. I wouldn’t ever hurt her, or allow her to be hurt. Something flashed through my mind, a thought that if the Ancient Enemies took over one of our minds, I might be forced to cause her harm, but I refused to consider it. If there were any way possible to resist the Ancient Enemies, I resolved to do it.
The sound of the front door opening made me start. So soon after thinking about mental possessions by incorporeal beings, I suppose I was on high alert. When I heard Dottie and Jalok speaking, I relaxed.
For a moment, I considered waking Sybil, but one look at how peaceful she seemed dismissed the notion. Since I didn’t want to wake her or disturb her in any way, I dressed with the utmost caution so as not to make any noise.
Once I was suitably modest, I paused to consider her sleeping form one more time. I caressed her hip through the sheet, gently so as not to wake her, then opened the door and walked into the living space of Dottie’s apartment.
Dottie and Jalok sat in the den, both occupying the sofa. They were smiling at each other, but those smiles faded into confusion when they re
alized it was me, not Sybil, who had exited the guest bedroom.
“Cazak?” Jalok looked me up and down, his eyes doing calculations. “What are you doing here…oh, you dog. Congratulations.”
I couldn’t help feeling a bit abashed at his words. I stared out the window, scratched the back of my head, and laughed nervously.
“Oh, my goodness.” Dottie laughed, and nodded as if in approval. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this, but I suppose I should have been.”
“Why is that?” Both Jalok and I asked the question at the same time.
“Because of the way Sybil kept asking about Cazak. And the way her eyes would shine whenever his name came up.” Dottie turned her gaze on me and beamed a smile. “Basically, she’s been crushing on you hardcore ever since the first day you met.”
“Really?” I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s hard to swallow.”
“I know, right?” Jalok laughed. “Who would have thought a high-class human like Sybil would let an ugly ass grunt like you even touch her.”
His words stung, but I tried to keep it off my face. I must have flinched or something, though, because Dottie quickly came to my defense.
“Cazak is not ugly. He’s actually quite handsome.”
“No way.” Jalok and I spoke again in unison. We were going to have to stop doing that before it got weird.
“Yes, way. His burnt orange skin really makes his lovely eyes pop. I’d do him, if I wasn’t already involved.”
I couldn’t stifle a laugh while Jalok sputtered.
“Oh, calm down, honey, you know you’re the only scaly alien for me.”
Dottie kissed him on the cheek, and I felt warm watching them interact. Not jealous, not anymore. Just warm.
“Still, though.” Jalok shook his head, staring at me and at the closed bedroom door. “Cazak and Sybil. Never would have seen it coming.”
“Well, I should have.” Dottie grinned up at me. “Sybil’s not the pampered princess you think she is. Ah, that is, she is, and she isn’t.”
“Perhaps you could explain that statement.” Jalok jutted his chin at me. “Because Cazak looks confused.”
“Don’t throw me under the bus, cousin.”
“Stop it, both of you. Look, Sybil has been around politics all her life. That means that she’s been around politicians all her life, too. Her dad is an alright guy—when he’s not possessed by ancient incorporeal aliens, of course—but it takes a certain, ah, veneer to be in politics.”
“You mean you have to be full of shit to win.”
“Shut up, Jalok.” Dottie sighed and looked at me and shrugged. “Yeah, basically he’s right, though. Sybil has been around men her whole life who do nothing but present their best side and hide anything that might besmirch their public image. Someone like you, Cazak, is so much more honest about who you are. It doesn’t matter if you aren’t refined, or cultured. What matters is that you’re a good guy, and she could sense that about you right from the get-go.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her words, but I was curious about Sybil, too. There was still a lot of things I didn’t know about her at that point in our relationship.
“I guess I didn’t realize the type of woman she really was at first.”
“No, you didn’t.” Dottie stuck out her tongue at me. “I’d tell you all about her, but I think you should enjoy the experience of finding out yourself. Trust me, you’re not going to regret getting to know her. She’s a lot more solid a person than most people give her credit for, and smart as a whip, too.”
“Oh, come on, now.” Jalok nudged her with his knee. “There must be something you can tell him. Give the poor guy a clue, will you?”
“Hmm.” Dottie looked up at the ceiling and smiled smugly. “I guess I could tell you her favorite color is sunset orange. A lot like your skin color.”
That put a smile on my face. Dottie laughed warmly and Jalok shook his head, though he was smiling, too. I got the impression my cousin was quite proud of me in that moment.
And I found myself wanting to know more about Sybil. My infatuation, my crush if you will, may have been fulfilled but now it had been replaced by a deeper, if calmer, need to know her inside and out. Sybil intrigued me on new levels that I hadn’t thought possible. She was clearly more than just a pretty face.
The three of us chatted some more, which mostly consisted of Jalok and me trying to glean more tidbits of information from Dottie. Sybil’s friend remained tight-lipped, however. I do think she enjoyed the power play dynamics of having information we did not.
Eventually we were interrupted, as I was called in for duty. Sybil still slumbered in the bedroom, but at Dottie’s suggestion, I penned her a note. I tried not to be too over the top, but I made sure to tell her that I wanted to see her again that evening.
How could I not want more of her?
She was amazing. She was sweetness and fire.
And she was mine.
Sybil
Since the spare room I used didn’t have many windows, there was a light that simulated the rising sun. I woke up to the artificial light, feeling rested. There was a pleasant ache in my limbs that felt sore in the best possible way when I stretched.
I rolled over, expecting to find Cazak in bed next to me. Instead, I found an expanse of blankets and sheets.
“Cazak?” I lifted my head and looked around the small space as if he could be hiding behind my minuscule pile of laundry.
Sadness welled up in me. This wasn’t the first time I’d woken up to an empty bed after a night of fun. I was expecting something different with Cazak, though.
I told myself it was fine. I’d done the casual thing before. Usually, I insisted on it. But last night, I swear I felt something deep and meaningful. I’d never felt anything like that before. Waking up to find him gone wasn’t a relief. It was a punch in the gut.
I wrapped the sheet around myself, intending to sneak into the bathroom, when something clattered to the floor. It was a pocket-sized datapad. It didn’t belong to me. I’d never seen Dottie with anything like it, either.
I picked it up and powered it on. It opened to a short note.
Last night was perfect. I’ve got to head into work early today and didn’t want to wake you. I hope to see you later. This evening, if you’re free?
Cazak
Sadness seeped out of my body and was replaced with a warm, bubbly feeling. I knew he wouldn’t just leave like that. I placed the datapad on the small nightstand for safekeeping and walked to the bathroom.
I could hear Dottie milling about in the common area. Once I’d showered and dressed, I went downstairs to join her.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” she said with a knowing look in her eyes. “Did you have a good night?”
“Why do you ask?” I made no effort to look coy.
“I ran into Cazak as he was going on duty.”
“He didn’t wake you up, did he?” I wasn’t ashamed that he’d stayed over, but Dottie was kind enough to offer me her spare room. I’d feel terrible if I’d caused a disturbance.
“No, I was already up.” She waved her hand dismissively. “We had a nice little chat before he took off.”
“About what?”
“How great you are.” Dottie affectionately bumped me with her shoulder. “He really likes you.”
“He said that?”
“Not in so many words, but it was written all over his face. Coffee?”
“Please.”
Dottie poured a cup of steaming coffee and set it down in front of me. I took a long sip, even though it burned my tongue. When I set the cup down, I noticed Dottie was staring at me with a wide grin.
“What?”
“Is he good?” she asked.
“Very.” I winked.
“Tell me everything.” She leaned forward with a hungry look in her eyes. I was about to spill all of the dirty details when her comms unit went off. The indicator light on her comm flashed, too
“Hang on.” Her b
row furrowed as she answered. “This is Dottie.”
I could faintly hear the voice of whoever was calling her, but I couldn’t make out any words. Dottie’s face dropped.
“Right. Thank you.” She disconnected the call, looking pale.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s, um,” she paused, “your dad.”
The cup I held slipped from my hand and clattered onto the counter. It didn’t tip over, but hot coffee sloshed everywhere. I barely felt the burn.
“What happened?”
“I’m not sure. The detention center said you needed to come down right away.”
I wasted no time. I leaped to my feet and grabbed my coat from upstairs. I needed gloves. Where the hell were my gloves? I ended up half-running, half-stumbling down the stairs with mismatched gloves and only one boot. The other one had to be around there somewhere.
“Right there.” Dottie pointed to the toe of my boot sticking out from under the sofa. How had it gotten there? It didn’t matter. Dottie was ready to go by the time I pulled it on.
“You sure you’re up for this?” she asked as we left the apartment.
“They said it was an emergency. He’s my dad. It doesn’t matter if I’m up for it.”
I debated sending a message to Cazak to let him know what was going on. I decided against it. He was working and didn’t need the distraction. Besides, it might be nothing. I didn’t want to worry him needlessly.
Dottie and I arrived at the detention center in record time. The receptionist sat at her desk, typing on her console. Luckily, no one else was there.
“We’re here for subject K5825.” Dottie rattled off my father’s prison ID. It made me feel sick to hear him referred to as a number.
“Visiting hours don’t start for another hour and a half,” the receptionist said without looking up.
“This isn’t a recreational visit,” I clarified. “My friend received a page regarding my father. The mayor of Kaster.”
