by Jade Allen
Suddenly Amasis tore his mouth away from hers and looked down at her, his eyes flashing and his jaw set.
"If you are going to touch me," he said, reaching down and wrapping her hand tightly around his shaft, "Then touch me."
Liora gasped as he pressed her palm even more firmly against his cock and guided it to stroke him. She used her free hand to push his chest until he stepped back, forcing him against the small chamber until it was his back that was against the wall. He groaned as she held him still and stroked him with a fast, smooth rhythm that belied the patience she had maintained only moments before. His hands came forward to grip her hips and his eyes closed.
The sounds pouring from Amasis's chest grew desperate and she could feel his shaft hardening even more as he rushed toward climax. He made a gasping sound that told her he was right on the brink and she lowered to her knees, bringing him into her mouth just as her name came from him in a strangled gasp and he began to pulse against her tongue. She swallowed deeply, milking him until his loud cries quieted and his body relaxed. Even as she climbed to her feet she noticed the temperature of his skin dropping.
Her heart swelled as he drew her close to him. She suddenly felt whole for the first time in her life and she knew exactly what Amasis meant when he called her his mate.
"So that's all it took to cool you off?" she asked.
He gave a short laugh through breaths that were still trying to normalize.
"That's all," he confirmed, "We are bonded now. You belong to me now."
"Oh, really?"
He nodded and kissed her.
"And I belong to you."
Liora ran one hand along his chest and nuzzled against him.
"Well, if that's the case," she lifted her head and bit his bottom lip playfully, "Then come cool me off."
****
She pushed away from him and ran from the pyramid, gathering her skirt higher so that it didn't tangle under her feet. He growled as he came after her and she squealed, picking up speed so she could elude him. They ran throughout the pyramids, sliding from the dark shadows into the dying light of the gradually setting sun and back as he chased her.
Finally she ducked into one of the pyramids, turning to the entrance as his silhouette appeared against the darkening sky. He stepped toward her and she stepped back, catching herself on the wall as she stumbled over something she had not seen on the floor. Her fingertips touched the stone, dipping into the grooves of a hieroglyph, and in an instant the chamber around her was gone.
Liora felt the pull deep in her stomach and a scream tore through her as she realized what was happening. In the next moment she lay on the ground in the pyramid in Egypt, the voices of the crew filling the space around her as they gathered around her.
"No!" she screamed, pulling onto her knees and clawing at the wall, trying to find the hieroglyphs that would bring her back to Amasis.
"Liora!" Ethan's voice broke through her own frantic screams and she turned to him. "What the hell happened?"
She let him bring her to her feet and as she looked around she realized she was not in the small chamber behind the false wall, but another, larger chamber she hadn't seen before.
"How did I get here?" she asked.
"I don't know. You were beside me one minute, and then the next you were gone. We've been searching for you for hours. Where did you get that dress?"
Liora gathered the dress in her hands, balling as much of the skirt into her palms as she could and pressing it to her face. Sobs racked through her body and she felt like she couldn't hold herself up. She couldn't get back to him. Amasis himself had said he didn't understand how she had managed to use the portals that had been sealed for thousands of years.
Ethan wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she let him lead her out of the chamber and along the corridors until they stepped out of the pyramid. She was still sobbing as he guided her into her tent, the pain threatening to crack her chest in two. His hands eased her down onto her sleeping bag and she heard him mutter to someone who had followed them to get the doctor.
"I don’t need a doctor," she said, her crying now quieted and replaced by an aching emptiness. "I need Amasis."
"Who is Amasis?"
"The descendant of one of the extraterrestrials who came thousands of years ago and helped build these pyramids."
"Please don't start that again, Liora. This is serious. You were missing for hours. Something must have happened to you."
Liora shook her head against the pillow, curling into a tight ball.
"I am serious. He has been waiting for me."
"Where?"
"I found a hidden chamber in the pyramid and it transported me to his planet. He showed me the ruins of pyramids that have been there for thousands of years, since they decided that the people of Earth weren't worth their alliance and left."
Before Ethan could reply, the doctor came into the tent. He instructed Liora to sit up and poured water down her throat, insisting she was suffering from heat exhaustion.
"She should leave tomorrow," he said over his shoulder to Ethan, "We can finish this investigation without her. We have enough of her notes on the hieroglyphs to get through."
His words sank in and suddenly Liora was on her feet, running back toward the pyramid. She leaned down as she passed the tool tent, scooping a chisel off of the ground without stopping. Behind her she could hear Ethan and the doctor screaming at her, but their words were drowned out by the pounding of her heartbeat and the rush of her blood in her ears.
Liora ran down the corridor into the chamber and through the false wall into the smaller space. Lifting the chisel, she began pounding at the wall, desperately trying to engrave a symbol into the stone.
"Stop! Liora, what are you doing?" Ethan shouted, climbing through the false wall into the chamber with her.
She continued on, screaming with the exertion of each movement, frantically hitting the wall until her arms gave out and she couldn't lift the chisel again. Her body crumpled to the ground, the tears pouring again, and Ethan dropped to his knees beside her, gathering her against him as she cried.
Suddenly she noticed a flicker of light out of the corner of her eye. She looked up and saw a new hieroglyph glowing in the stone. A moment later, another appeared, closer to the false door. She touched it and in an instant, another appeared, this one right outside the false door in the main chamber. As she followed them, more of the glowing symbols appeared, guiding her along the wall of the chamber to the opposite corner.
Light pulsed along the seam of the corner as she drew closer, and Liora touched her palm to it. Instead of another false wall, she felt the entire wall shift slightly and blinding light poured into the space. The stone beneath her hand gave way and was replaced by soft, warm skin. Strong fingers intertwined with hers and she stepped back, helping Amasis step through the wall into the chamber.
As soon as he was standing beside her, he gathered her against his chest.
"My light," he whispered into her hair, "I thought I had lost you."
"Dear god," Ethan said from behind them, "You were telling the truth."
Liora raised her head to respond, but she heard the commotion of the rest of the crew racing down the corridor and she looked up at Amasis desperately.
"Go," she said, pushing him back toward the gap in the wall, which was starting to ease closed.
"Not without you," he said.
"Take me with you."
Amasis tightened his grip on her hand and stepped back through the wall, pulling her along with him. She felt a hand close around her wrist and she screamed, yanking against the doctor's grip so he could not pull her back through. Amasis tugged hard on her and finally she ripped out of the doctor's hand and stumbled into Amasis's arms just as the wall sealed behind them.
****
Liora and Amasis tumbled backwards and landed on the dusty floor, him on his back and her sprawled on his chest. They both lay still for a few seconds, their hard, une
ven breath the only sound in the isolated chamber, before Liora dipped her mouth down to his.
Amasis kissed her back with intensity, using one hand to hold the back of her head so he crushed their mouths together. Their tongues tangled, drawing unchained sounds from deep within them as they put every moment of pain, anger, and fear of losing each other into their kiss. She felt his hands come to the backs of her thighs and pull her forward, causing her to straddle his hips. The skirt of her dress caught and he reached down to gather it out of the way so she could settle onto him.
Her core cradled against a surging erection and she rocked her hips against it, her lack of panties allowing her to feel the friction of his soft pants against her body. She knew he could feel her wet heat through the fabric and she pushed down harder, coaxing him to touch her.
Amasis whisked the dress the rest of the way off of her body, exposing her completely to him. He moaned and reached up to cup her breasts, filling his hands with them and kneading his fingers into the supple flesh. In one movement he sat up, wrapped one arm around her hips, and flipped Liora onto her back so that she landed on her discarded dress.
The sun was completely set now but she could see him in the light from the moon flowing into the pyramid as he sat back on his heels and untied his pants again. Once they were loose, he raised up and pushed them off, kicking them aside so that there was no longer anything between them. Liora reached for him and Amasis came forward over her, catching himself with his hands on either side of her shoulders so that he could kiss her before pushing back onto his knees again.
She complied with the fast guidance of his hands as he pushed her legs apart, positioning them on either side of his. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward so that her hips lifted slightly off of the ground. Suddenly he was inside her and Liora cried out with the fullness of him burying himself deep within her body.
He didn't pause, but withdrew slightly and slammed back into her, bringing another sharp cry to her lips. The sounds seemed to spur him forward and Amasis held onto her hips for leverage as he thrust into her so hard and fast she felt like she could barely catch her breath. The feeling of him stretching her walls, plunging further than she thought possible, was glorious. She clung to his arms, digging her nails into her skin as he arched back, roaring with release and bringing his hand between them so he could touch her. The combination of his thumb swirling into her swollen, aching bud and the pulsing of his cock within her sent Liora crashing over the edge and she gasped, breathless at the intensity of the climax that milked him.
When their bodies finally relaxed, Liora straightened her legs and opened her arms so that Amasis could rest down on top of her. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and trailed lazy kisses along her skin.
"I thought my light had gone out forever," he whispered against her.
She felt tears threatening her eyes and she cuddled him closer to her, desperate to feel his skin on every inch of her.
"Never," she whispered back.
"I could feel you so close. It was almost like you were just on the other side of the wall."
"How did you know how to find me?"
"I could hear the chisel against the stone and I followed it until I got here. Every time you hit the wall, it sent a little spark of light in here to me. I knew you were there."
"When you engraved the symbols back to me, they were glowing."
Amasis raised his head and looked down at her.
"I don't think we will ever be able to use the connector transport again," he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice, "It only worked when we needed to get to each other. I think Seker planned it that way when he sealed it. He foretold this in that message. We are the civility, the union he dreamed of for our species."
"I don't want to use it again," she reassured him, touching a kiss to his lips and feeling his erection pulse back to life. She smiled and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, easing her thighs apart to welcome him, "I want to be right here with you. I need you."
Liora sighed as Amasis sank into her smoothly and slowly, taking his time so that she felt him intensely as he stroked across every inch of her. As frantically as he had moved before, he moved tenderly now, using his whole body to envelope hers and kissing her languidly as he rolled his hips against her.
Liora wrapped her arms around him and held him close, returning his kiss softly. Her body held him closer, fitting around him as though she was made for him. She smiled as she shifted her hips, sending him deeper and eliciting a groan of appreciation. At that moment, she knew she was safe and that she no longer had anything to fear about the darkness. She had her own moonlight to protect her and guide her way.
THE END
Rescued By The Alien Mate
“And then we had to run all the way back because I’d forgotten my goggles, can you believe that? Anyway, I saw one of the humans in my corridor and I asked them if they have to wear goggles when they get that close to the sun, and do you know what they said?”
They never get that close to the sun, Ada thought, amused, but she knew Pili wouldn’t let her get a word in before she started to talk again. Instead of answering, she smiled at her younger sibling, waiting for her fill her lungs with air so she could continue speaking.
“They said they never get that close to the sun! I can’t believe I never knew that. I always forget that humans are so soft, we never see them, and we probably won’t for, I don’t know, twenty or thirty years?” Pili turned and looked up at Adofo, who had been holding her hand and listening as silently as Ada had been. “What do you think?”
“I think---“
“I guess thirty,” Pili cut in, undoubtedly never realizing Adofo had begun an answer in the first place. She tugged at the neck of her violet jumpsuit as she spoke. “I’m only 25, but I feel so much older sometimes. Maybe it’s all the couplings I’ve seen. Hey, did you hear about Ulu and Ari, they’re officially coupling soon!” Coupling was similar to marriage, but since cyborgs couldn’t reproduce, it was always for what humans called love, although cyborgs couldn’t feel love in exactly the same way as their fleshier cousins did.
Adofo smiled at Ada over Pili’s head as she plowed through her news, amusement plain on his broad face thanks to the shining white light emanating from the corridor’s walls. With his sonorous voice, heavy frame, and layers of protective, foam-like muscles, Adofo wasn’t used to being walked or talked over; luckily, he seemed as fond of Pili as Ada had ever seen a cyborg become of another being, and her exuberance only endeared her to him. Most cypeople in the maintenance department were so busy they didn’t bother to pursue anyone romantically until their 40th or 50th year, after they started to form stronger attachments outside their family units, but times were changing---at least according to the culture evident in their dorm station. She couldn’t be sure about the other stations, but it was hard to imagine life on other stations clearly at all when she could hardly keep track of hers.
“You okay, Ada? You always seem nervous before missions! But I mean, we don’t get nervous, so, what’s up?” Pili took two whole breaths, signaling she was waiting for an answer. Ada shook her head, sending a loose curl flying from her ponytail. She frowned as she pinned it back into place, trying not to picture her elevator pod being hurled into the sun instead of locked into her ship. She decided to lie instead.
“You know, I always forget to eat before these things. I’m just hungry; I’ll grab some gel or something before I dismount.” Ada took a slow, deep breath and hoped Pili would buy it. They were nearing the boarding bridge---she could see the dark red double doors just at the end of the curved hall. Their dorm, like most other standard cypeople dormitories, was built like an enormous cylinder, with 25 levels for work and 25 levels for living and entertainment.
Pili nodded in response to her older sibling’s words, pale green eyes thoughtful. “Whenever I’m gardening, I can get pretty wrapped up in things and forget to eat, too. I can’t wait for my first mission.” A
grin lit up her features, and a pale pink flush warmed the tint of her tawny skin, lighter than Ada’s own shade of mocha. “I wonder if I’ll get to fix complicated things, like you! Or just stuff I already do, like prune space bushes, or something.” Pili seemed so distressed by the latter possibility that Ada laughed and patted her cheek with one hand.
“It’s not that exciting, really,” she said earnestly. “Once you actually finish learning about all the things that can go wrong, that’s pretty much the last you hear of it. And then you get out there in your ship, spend one minute on the problem, and ten minutes on the return trip. I’d rather be pruning space bushes; at least then I’m sure I’m doing something useful.”
Pili giggled and touched her palm to Ada’s, and Adofo averted his brown eyes---it was an affectionate gesture between cyborgs fashioned from the same genetic source, or “siblings”, like them. Ada felt a tingling surge of warmth move up her palm and spread through her body to envelope her heart---love, she thought--- and she tried to control her reaction as the alarming, exhilarating sensation took over… and faded away just as quickly as it came. Like always, it left her partially mechanical heart beating furiously hard and fast, but she focused until she was able to reign it in. Pili took no notice.
“Good luck,” she said, smiling. “Bring me something cool! See you at lunch?”
“Yes,” Ada said, and she was comforted to find that her voice sounded normal. She closed her hand and touched her fist to Adofo’s much larger, ivory colored one---a less intimate but still affectionate gesture to the man who was becoming like a brother to her---and when she only felt the cool press of rubberized flesh, she sighed with relief.
“Good luck,” Adofo said, smiling gently.
“Thank you,” Ada replied. She wasn’t bothered when he simply turned and started to walk away, slipping his hand into Pili’s as they moved back down the hall; since Pili started dating him two years ago, he’d rarely spoken unless he was first spoken to. This was something that still tended to be true of older cyborgs or cyborgs with traditional caretakers; Ada and Pili’s parental units had both been warm, radical-leaning females who were as close to Pathoborgs one could get before actually turning.
