Return to Earth: Mike Stedman: Book 3

by D. R. Rosier

  When she started to come down, he crawled up closer, lined up, and buried himself in her still quivering and grasping pussy. He grunted at the intense pleasure of her tight wet heat around his girth. He looked deeply into her eyes, as her body continued to tremble beneath his, and as she started to fully recover, he started to saw in and out of her slick tight pussy.

  “Mike,” she whispered, her voice conveying so much in just his name. Her need of him, the way he made her feel, the love she had for him. The way she was his, for life. It sent a bolt to his heart, and made him want to cherish her. He did cherish her.

  It also made his cock twitch in desire, and a primitive feeling ran through him, one that said she was his, and he claimed her. His thrusts picked up in both speed and firmness, and he moaned in pleasure as she wrapped her legs tightly around him, and used them for leverage to buck up into him as hard as he was drilling down into her.

  He leaned down and kissed her with a possessiveness that surprised him, and quite clearly pleased her as she returned it with ardor. He was lost in the pleasures of her body, and in the way she surrendered everything to him, and her own pleasure drove him to greater efforts.

  She said his name again, this time signaling her approaching bliss as her body started to tremble, and she couldn’t quite keep up anymore.

  He grunted and felt his balls start to tingle, and his legs grew numb. He tried to hold off, and he managed the couple of seconds more it took, until her pussy convulsed, squeezed, and started to milk his cock, as she bathed it with her liquid silken rapture.

  He buried himself twice more, as hard as he could, and felt himself explode into her body, filling her, claiming her. He made her his, again. He knew that didn’t make sense, she was already his, but that didn’t stop him from claiming her each time, it was elemental, instinctive, and she brought out the animal in him.

  When they came down, he kissed her softly with love, before he slipped out, fell to the side, and pulled her half against him, half on top of him.

  She said breathlessly, “We should go on more walks together.”

  He chuckled, “It would be my pleasure.”

  She kissed his shoulder, and caressed his chest, “We still have a while before we have to be back…” she trailed off suggestively.

  He pulled her against him tighter, and slid her body up along his, and then he kissed her.

  “Quite a while…” he happily agreed.

  Chapter Nine

  Mike was a bit bored and his mind wandered a bit, mostly in remembrance of his wild afternoon in the woods with Alyndra. Not just the sex part, but the strong connection they had through their eyes, and their passion, and their touch. It was a good reminder, and sometimes one that he needed to pound into his brain, for the times she came across as cold and distant. Sometimes it was hard to remember it was an illusion, an error of expectations on his part.

  He was bored though, because as soon as they’d gotten back, Nadia and Chrystal had grabbed her and pulled her into their suite’s bedroom, and completely locked him out. He’d been handed his clothes, and told to get ready. Since Dahlia was included in their dress pre-party ritual, he’d showered in her room, and gotten dressed.

  In just fifteen minutes.

  Then he returned to the sitting room of the suite he shared with his three ladies, and sat on the couch. And waited, and waited, and still waited. He didn’t really mind that much, he just didn’t understand why it would take so long. He was also smart enough to keep his peace on the matter and be patient. Or at least, quietly impatient.

  He looked up when the door opened, and Dahlia slipped out and closed the door with a small scowl on her face. Despite the scowl, she looked amazing, in a light blue wrap dress that covered from her neck down to just above her knees. The only exceptions to that was a peak in the wrappings which showed just a hint of cleavage, and her arms and shoulders were completely bare.

  She had very light touches of makeup on which did little except accentuate her natural beauty, and her curly golden hair was half up on top of her head, with the rest of it down. Her high heel shoes and nails were red, as well as the ruby necklace and earrings she wore. She was always attractive, but this…

  He couldn’t help but stare.

  She said, “Human women are crazy. I’m not sure if Esari women are any better, they’re almost done.”

  She seemed to notice her effect on him and smiled, and then turned in a circle in a show of girly delight that shocked him coming from Dahlia. She’d never shown him that side of her before, was it because she wasn’t a warrior anymore, or was there another reason?

  He shook his head to snap out of it, “You’re always a beautiful woman Dahlia, but tonight…” he trailed off when he couldn’t find the right words. Which was odd, he did after all have a thesaurus file on hand he could access, but none of the words did her justice. It wasn’t just the dress or makeup, or hair either, Dahlia looked excited, full of life, full of… possibilities.

  She smiled coyly, “Okay, maybe they aren’t that crazy.”

  He gave her an embarrassed smile, “I don’t enjoy the wait, but I’d have to say it was worth it. You want to sit?”

  She looked at him like he was nuts, “If I wrinkle the dress, Chrystal will kill me. I’ll stand until we get to the dinner table.”

  He laughed.

  He also got the feeling she was flirting with him, both with her eyes and other body language. Wishful thinking? He considered that she said she had personal reasons, but didn’t reveal them. There was also the matter that she clearly stated she’d stay with him, and not on Mars itself, when they got there. What kind of a diplomat would she make while he and the others explored worlds?

  He wasn’t sure, and decided to ask Chrystal about it later. There was one more indication, the cultural database for Miroth. Despite woman being in positions of power, and even leading cohorts in the military if they were better warriors, the social conventions on their planet were clear when it came to finding a mate. It was the man’s job to pursue. He also knew he was fairly clueless about women and their feelings. To be fair, most men were.

  He also considered that she’d offered to sleep with him a long time ago, at one of their celebrations, which at least proved the attraction was mutual. The reason they hadn’t was casual sex didn’t work well with polyamorous relationships, if he was with anyone else it had better be with caring and intent for more behind it, as well as permission from the others in his family.

  Yes, he’d talk to Chrystal, she’d set him straight. He had a feeling she already knew, if there was something to know. He was also a bit of an idiot, or at least he felt that way. It hadn’t even occurred to him before now, despite the evidence, until she girlishly twirled for him. What did that say about him?

  He wasn’t really shallow though, he wouldn’t consider it at all if they weren’t already close friends, Dahlia was fierce, and he was proud to be her friend and ally. If it did turn out to be wishful thinking, then no harm done either. He was already thrice blessed after all, and just being her friend was good enough, more than even.

  “I suppose I may be in trouble then,” he said, and got up and started to brush his slacks with his hands.

  She laughed softly, “I don’t think she’d kill you. It’s more the two hours of effort they put into my presentation.”

  He snorted, “Good point.”

  The door clicked open and the rest of them walked out. They were all in the dress wraps, though they hardly looked alike. Nadia was in a red wrap that didn’t start until her chest, and of course was strapless. Her long straight raven black hair was up, revealing the soft curves of her neck, and her ears. She looked absolutely stunning. She was always strikingly attractive, it was probably why she’d been such a good spy, but tonight she looked amazing. With the red dress, she had on black heels, and wore a string of black pearls and diamonds, along with black pearl earrings.

  The jewelry alone was probably worth millions, but of cours
e Chrystal had probably just whipped them up using the energy to matter converter.

  He’d already seen Alyndra in wrap dresses before, she wore them frequently. But as the others, they’d gone full out and put her long white blonde hair up, light application of makeup, and the dress itself was a very dark blue. She wore diamond earrings, and a diamond and sapphire necklace. Her beauty was if anything, even more alien and severe as she stood there and looked at him from her emotionless face. He reminded himself of her passion, and the fact that she was probably excited and happy, even if it didn’t show.

  Last, but certainly not least, his first love was stunning. Not only did Chrystal have her hair up as well, in a different style than the others. Not only did she have a beautiful dark green wrap dress, with white high heels, and a white pearl necklace and earrings. More than that, she’d gone through another change. Her honey brown hair was now strawberry blonde, and her skin a tone or two lighter without freckles, her new complexion was flawless. She hadn’t changed her body much, or at least not that he could tell with the dress on, she still appeared to have D cups and a perfect hourglass body. Not voluptuous, or athletic, but right in the middle. She was breathtaking, more so than usual.

  Dahlia giggled, “I think you all broke him.”

  He mock glared, “Just paying homage to the celestial beauty of my mates.”

  There was a moment of silence.

  “Too much?” he asked, “All of you look stunningly attractive, more than usual I mean.”

  He wondered how he got so lucky, because the truth was that as stunning as they were on the outside, they were equally so on the inside. Was wanting Dahlia being greedy? Maybe, but not if the rest of his family cared for her too, and she cared for all of them. Still, they were so gorgeous even he doubted himself, was he shallow?

  Chrystal said with a knowing smile, “Thanks honey.”

  Nadia just smiled coquettishly.

  Alyndra said in a voice tinged with amusement, “Are we ready to go?”

  Obviously, they didn’t mind that he was a little tongue tied, or rather that his comments were a little inane and obvious, it was probably even the reaction they were hoping for. At least, that’s what he told himself.

  He nodded, “I am, if you all are.”

  Alyndra and Nadia bracketed him and grabbed his arms as they walked down the corridor, while Chrystal walked with Dahlia. He wasn’t sure how they made those decisions, and didn’t worry about it. It saved him the trouble of keeping track of those kinds of things, and it prevented them from feeling slighted, or that he was picking favorites, if they made those choices.

  Alyndra guided him down a few halls he hadn’t been down yet, and into a very large room filled with tables. It turned out their celebration dinner would not be an intimate affair, since there were already a few hundred people seated, with empty spots for more to arrive. She guided the five of them to the king’s table up on the dais, and subtly directed them all to seats.

  Alyndra sat to the left of her father, he sat next to her while Nadia sat on the other side of him. Then Chrystal and Dahlia. He suspected that the decision of who walked with him wasn’t about sharing him, and more about how they’d be seated, since it happened very smoothly.

  There were many Esari eyes on him and the ladies, he found it a bit intimidating. Were they curious because they couldn’t read him or Chrystal? Were they angry and thought that he’d stolen their heir and princess, or were they dying to meet the ones that had saved their world. Or did they hate them. It was disturbing, because they were all statues, he couldn’t tell if any of his guesses were right or wrong.

  He wasn’t truly worried though, if they were in danger, surely Alyndra as his life sworn, and one of his loves, would tell him. Still, intimidating. The stares broke off, and conversation continued for a while as more and more people came in. They didn’t wait long though as the last person came in and the door closed.

  The king said expansively, “Welcome, we are here to celebrate the battle that drove off our enemies a few months ago. Our new ally Mike of Mars, as well as his companions including my beloved daughter, have been in Andromeda ensuring the Kascorix would not be a threat to anyone else in the future.”

  The king paused a moment, and he had the feeling this speech was for his, Chrystal’s, Nadia’s, and Dahlia’s benefit, since no doubt all the reasons were foremost in the king’s mind, and being read by everyone else here.

  “This is also a celebration of our new treaty with Mars, to secure their friendship and mutual security toward our future. I am also pleased to say that not only is my daughter safeguarding the honor of our world, but that she in turn has a place of honor by Mike’s side. We look forward to many years of partnership to mutual advantage and prosperity. I will end my speech there… the food is ready.”

  He chuckled, and wondered if all the Esari were chuckling on the inside, or what. He really needed to get over that, the Esari were more human than not, outside of the non-expressions. They did have humor and passion, and it would be a mistake to ever believe otherwise.

  A great number of servers came out with platters loaded down with multiple plates, and served all those in attendance in one wave. No one started eating, so he held back as well, until the king took his first bite, then the rest followed and he gave the dish a try.

  It was tasty, some kind of grain pasta in a creamy sauce that was sweet, but also a little tart. There was meat involved, that may have been from the oceans, he wasn’t sure. They put shellfish in his mind, but it wasn’t any kind of shellfish he was familiar with, but it was good.

  All in all, his visits to both Miroth, and Selana-Esari had gone off very well, even if there was some initial concern with the treaty because of him being immune to mind reading, it had gone smoothly enough. Now if he could just get the same results on Earth.

  He wasn’t going to hold his breath…

  Chapter Ten

  “What is it, you look worried,” Chrystal said as she caressed his chest.

  They were in online world, Nadia and Alyndra asleep in the suite given to them for their stay in the palace on Selana-Esari. They were in the bed too, but online so they could interact without waking the others with their conversation, and fucking. It was his and Chrystal’s time of day, when they could be alone. They’d decided to stay the night, and head to Earth in the morning. It wouldn’t take them long.

  He frowned, “A few things, you mind talking about them?”

  He was going to give it a bit more time, usually they started their night with sex, followed by just enjoying each other’s company in the afterglow of sexual satisfaction. Then they talked. It had barely been a minute since she’d writhed in ecstasy beneath him.

  She kissed his chest, “Of course not my love.”

  He nodded, “Not sure where to start. I think I figured out Dahlia’s personal reasons to join us, she wants me as her mate, but she can’t ask me, I have to initiate things. Am I right, and if I am how do you feel about it?”

  It was a weird thing, Dahlia was fierce, confident, and a lot of fun. Of course, traditions could be weird.

  She snorted, “Of course you’re right, and you already know I’m fine with it. I’m sure the others are as well, we… all of us, love Dahlia. Of course, you should talk to them first and all. Why the doubt?”

  He squirmed uncomfortably, “At the risk of sounding… not humble, it’s not so much about me. I mean I get it, she sees me as a strong honorable warrior who fights for good reasons, and not for power. I’m not sure I see myself that way, I’m more of a geek that invented a powerful ass ship with your help, and I have a conscience to use it to save lives. She also knows I respect her, and we’ve grown close. The mutual attraction is obvious, and has been since day one, we’ve always had… chemistry. The only thing that held us back was the orgy celebrations after each battle, but that part of her life is finished now.”

  He shook his head, “I get all that, my worry is the same worry I have about Nad
ia and Alyndra. Although, I’m pretty sure Alyndra is stuck with me either way.”

  Chrystal lifted her head from his chest and looked him in the eyes, “What worries?”

  He shrugged, “Finding a mate is only half the equation. I can’t give any of them children. We’d be a family, but not a complete one.”

  Chrystal sighed, “Yeah about that. Well, you could, I’ve thought of a way but haven’t mentioned it, since I’m just not sure if it would be… ethical.”

  He frowned as he tried to figure that out, and then shook his head as it hit him, “I don’t know either, both of us are kind of biased, maybe we should ask someone who isn’t, and not Mia either, she’d be just as biased as us.”

  The idea was both attractive and disturbing. Disturbing enough that he hadn’t even thought of it before. Ethics was a bitch, but with the energy/matter device, and a pattern of what his DNA would be if he was flesh and blood, including looks, build, and personality, would be fairly simple to build. Hell, it could even be modified slightly to match Esari or Mirosian DNA as well. He was pretty sure he could even integrate it into the android body, and let nature take its course. He could knock all of them up, the old-fashioned way.

  Chrystal giggled, “I’ll find an M.D. not in the family, and maybe a psychologist too, to discuss it.”

  He nodded, “We kind of went far afield, my worry is that no family won’t be enough, especially in Nadia’s and Dahlia’s case. Of course, I’d do it anyway, better to love them and have them in the family for as long as they will, than not at all. But… I’m greedy, I want them for life.”

  She kissed his chest, “I love you Mike Stedman. I’ll let you know what they say, and I’ll think about it more myself. But yeah, I think you’re right about Dahlia, that was my feeling as well. You said worries, what else has you bothered?”

  He sighed, “What are the chances we could get Alyndra to wear a mood ring.”

  She giggled, “Why?”