by D. R. Rosier
He caressed her face, and claimed another lingeringly sweet kiss.
“What did that mean? It didn’t sound like mere pillow talk between lovers.”
She blushed, actually blushed, and put her forehead against his, her hands caressing his shoulders, chest, and down under the water on his abs. Her eyes were twinkling, and he could see all the things he usual could in them. Mischief, loyalty, humor, but right now they also looked vulnerable.
“When a man propositions a woman and takes her home, after the three days and a decision is made, the woman leaves, or gives an oath.”
He thought about that for a moment, and enjoyed the intimate closeness of not only their bodies, but their hearts.
He asked, “Are you sure? It hasn’t been three days.”
She smiled, “It’s been far longer than that my love. Our joining our bodies together tonight was simply the last step on our journey of coming together as one.”
His cock twitched, and started to grow in her soft warm sex as she said that last part.
“And the man, what does he say? What is his vow?” he asked, his heart in his throat. Tonight had been a surprise for him, he’d truly had no idea just how much of his feelings he’d been suppressing for his golden haired goddess. He decided to keep that appellation to himself, he didn’t want her to get too sure of herself, she was already rather confident.
He didn’t love her any more or less than the others, but of course every love is different. For Chrystal it was colored by the partnership of their A.I. connection. For Nadia he felt protective, the need to protect her physically, as she did the same where her skills excelled in the political arena and other murky areas of life. For Alyndra, his love prompted him to guard her dignity, and compensate for their imbalance of power.
With Dahlia, it was different again, she was someone who he could fight besides, and someone who would protect him physically. She was far more of a warrior than he would ever be. But their intimacy was another matter, she felt safe with him, and it showed in a big way as she gave herself to him that night.
Dahlia sighed in pleasure, and moved almost unperceptively as he filled her body up with his full and hard length once again, literally growing within her, and stretching her out.
“The man kneels and kisses her feet.”
He snorted, “Try again love.”
She giggled, which made her tighten around him tightly, and ripple along his length, stimulating them both. She ground herself down on him and claimed a lingering soft, but very passionate, kiss. Her lips were so soft, her body so pleasurable, that he lost himself again and drowned in the ecstasy of their intimate joining.
She said in a breathless, yet teasing voice, “Kisses her ass?”
She squealed when he lifted her off him, and bent her over the pool’s edge, her upper body laying on the grass.
With a wicked grin she couldn’t even see, he held her down and kissed her right ass cheek, and then her left. He stood up, which was about the perfect height to line himself up.
“Like that?”
She giggled, and squirmed, “Yep, we’re official now. But… maybe you should do that again.”
He ignored that, surprised and very happy with her playfulness, and lined up his cock and thrust it into her in one firm stroke. Her sexy supple ass shook for a moment, as their bodies came together, and she gasped out in pleasure. He ran his hands slowly over her ass, and then the other hand slid up her back to grab her hair. He pulled hard, and started to drill into her hard and fast from behind.
She was strong, very strong as a Mirosian woman. But his android body had no problems holding her down, so all she could do was swivel her hips and lift her ass a little higher to meet his thrusts. She moaned and panted in pleasure each time their bodies slapped together, and cried out in desire each time he slapped her ass hard.
He moaned in pleasure as she cried out his name, and her back arched further as her body trembled and her core locked around his sex and bathed it in her liquid ecstasy. He just kept going, both drawing out her pleasure with his firm long strokes into her welcoming body, and rolling her into a second orgasm right as she came down from the first.
She was so responsive to his every touch, and wild underneath him as he limited her movements. She had said her body was his, and she’d meant it, she wasn’t holding herself back as she fully surrendered herself to her wanton desires. It was so beautiful, so erotic as she came undone yet again under his hard firm strokes.
“Fuck,” he grunted, the pleasure snuck up on him and he spanked her hard, pulled her hair more firmly, and buried his cock inside of her as he started to empty his second load into her heaven. He went from in control to explosive rapturous pleasure with no in-between.
They came down together, and he sat down and pulled her into his lap as they caught their breath for a moment.
She smiled, and gave him another loving and lingering kiss, once more their hot passion was drained by their intense coupling, which only left the softer feelings behind.
He didn’t think it would be the last time tonight either.
“We should log off, maybe retire to your room in the real world?”
She tilted her head, “Why?”
He said, “Because I wanted to explore every inch of your body with my fingertips, lips, and tongue, and that’s hard to do in a hot spring. We can just sit for a while though, and enjoy it this place a bit longer.”
She smirked, “Every part?”
He nodded and stared into her eyes, “So what does the man say?”
She giggled, “It doesn’t matter love. Words mean nothing next to what we have together, what we feel between us. It’s a Mirosian custom, your words to me are your oath and mean the world to me. The way you look at me, touch me, respect me, and make love to me tells me all I need to know. But if you must know, the man says I return your love, our lives are one.”
She moved her body and snuggled into him tighter, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, and it’s better than I’d ever imagined. I said the words to you because they mean something to me, it is my tradition. You can say those words to me, but they will just pale beside the sincerity, caring, love, and strength you have already showed me. Our lives are one, you’ve already shown me that, I have no doubts or reservations after tonight. I love you Mike Stedman, and you’re stuck with me.”
He kissed her softly, and teased her bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. Then he turned her so she was facing away, and sitting between his legs. He played with her golden hair for a moment, he’d been itching to touch it for so long, and it was just as silky and soft as he’d imagined. Then he pushed it off to the side and massaged her neck.
When she sighed in contented pleasure and leaned back against him, he ran his hands over her shoulder blades, and started to massage slowly down to her breasts.
“So, your body is mine? Does that mean I can kiss your ass some more?”
She giggled and elbowed him, but then arched her back and moaned as he finally cupped and teased her breasts, her tightened nipples dug into his palms and her breath quickened as he lightly massaged her breasts.
That was something to get used to, their intimacy had released a side of her he’d never seen. Yes, he’d seen her happiness, and fun loving demeanor, but this giggling girlish and very affectionate teasing woman was something he hadn’t seen coming. It seemed to contradict the consummate warrior, but in truth he knew that was silly.
And it just made him love her more. Women were complicated, all women, and she was no exception. He was delighted, and looking forward to learning even more and knowing all of her as only both an intimate lover and close friend could.
She pushed on his legs with her hands, and then straddled him while arching her back, and lowered herself down on him, still facing out. She gasped in breathy pleasure as he once again filled her.
He ran his hands along her sides, caressing the sexy curves of her waist, and offering her stability as she
started to bounce on his cock, her golden hair waving right in his face, and her supple ass dragging up and down along his abs. He reached around and teased her clit with a light brush of his finger as his cock was pleasured by her tight silken liquid friction.
He had no doubt they’d eventually log off, and that he’d explore every inch of her delectable body before they stayed the night and he held her tight, but apparently not yet. They wouldn’t join the rest of their mates until the following night, the first night together was theirs and only theirs. Not that he minded the third round, making love in the warm water of this hot spring wouldn’t go amiss. They had all night…
Chapter Twenty-Three
They were a couple of minutes late to the breakfast table, but not so late they’d have to rush to make it back for the second day of the summit.
It was the shower’s fault, he just couldn’t help himself or his reaction as they washed each other down, and had picked her up and taken her hard and fast against the tile wall under the hot spray.
The others stood up when they walked out, and he smiled as they all mobbed and hugged Dahlia, and welcomed her to the family.
Dahlia looked a little choked up with emotion as she sat down to eat, but her brilliant smile didn’t waver as everyone dug in.
He still felt a bit guilty and uncomfortable as he allowed Alyndra to get his coffee and serve him. He’d just have to get used to it, her serenity and happiness baffled him and he suspected it always would, but he would accept her pampering if only for Alyndra’s sake.
Chrystal asked, “So, have you thought about what you’re going to say?”
He frowned, “I’m still working on it. How can I get across they aren’t in charge out there, and can’t be arrogant and act like they’re outside the rules, without insulting them or starting a war?”
Nadia tilted her head, “What do you mean?”
He shrugged, “You know how it is. The people have laws to follow, and if they don’t follow them, they get punished for it. Governments do whatever they like without consequence for the most part. Even on the stuff that would get them called out on by the population, they simply do it anyway and keep it a secret, slap a top secret or black ops label on it. But in this case when they go out there they’ll be the citizens. Citizens of the Xaran empire, and no longer beyond the consequences of disregarding the rules. They can still play their games here on Earth, but out there…”
He frowned, “They’re so entitled by their lifestyle I fear they won’t get or understand that. Not all of them of course, but enough, too many. On the other hand, it isn’t my responsibility to make sure they don’t get spanked if they steal from the cookie jar. Still, even if I’m not responsible, my function here is to explain reality out in the galaxy to these leaders, who probably won’t even listen because of what I am, much less the actual message.”
Dahlia snickered.
Chrystal sighed, “I don’t know what to tell you, it kind of sounds like you want to tell them to grow the fuck up, but I wouldn’t advise that course of action.”
He laughed, and ate some eggs, his mind still tossing things.
Alyndra advised, “Don’t make it about them. After all, they won’t be the ones out there, traders, military, and diplomats will.”
He thought about that for a second, and smiled.
“That could work.”
He started to revise his speech as he ate a sausage. He thought of something else that might help. Fear. It was a disgusting political trick, but true all the same. He needed to make them fear something more than their xenophobia, if that was possible.
Alyndra refilled his coffee.
“Thanks love.”
He felt a surge of affection, and she leaned down for a kiss.
He had a basic idea of what he was going to say, but left it a bit vague in his mind.
“Can you keep an eye on the audience, and have Nadia feed me information if I lose them somewhere? Outside of any prejudicial hate I mean, if there is any, that can’t be fixed.”
Alyndra said, “Of course.”
They finished breakfast, and got ready before heading out the door. The auditorium was just a few blocks from the hotel the Swiss had put them up in. This time Dahlia and Nadia claimed his arms as they left the hotel, while Chrystal and Alyndra walked next to them, or behind them when there wasn’t enough room.
It was a beautiful day, if a bit cool, not that it bothered his android body at all. They’d only made it about a block and a half, when they heard the large crowd up ahead, out of sight but he could tell they were right outside the summit building.
He frowned as he heard anti-alien and anti-A.I. slogans, some of them extremely crude. He thought about summoning the shuttle for door to door service, but that would break the rules. Either way wouldn’t be pretty, he just hoped the crowd wouldn’t be violent, because he sure as hell would protect his ladies, and he was just as certain they would protect him.
“Chrystal, can you connect to the shuttle? Put a low level gravity shield around us just in case, and be ready to ramp it up if someone has a gun.”
He doubted anyone would actually have a weapon, although it was possible. The Swiss did have carry permits, but only for citizens and mostly for off duty militia. Based on the accents he was picking up, these hating assholes were imports. He knew there was a good chance of something like this happening, the summit was organized quickly, but it’d been two days since the word had gone out around the world. Which was more than enough time for a large crowd of prejudiced assholes to get to Bern.
Assholes, that would never be able to get weapons on an international flight, but he also wanted to be prepared for worst. Still, a four G sideways gravity field around them would prevent anyone from getting close enough to use fists. If they attacked they’d literally fall away from them. To get through the shield, it would be like a two-hundred-pound man with a six-hundred-pound backpack walking up the side of a building, simply impossible. At best, they could throw something at them, but only a gun would truly be deadly. Maybe he was being overly paranoid, but he wasn’t going to risk the lives of the women he loved.
Chrystal said, “Done, I’ll drop it when we get in the building.”
They came up to the turn and moved along the outside of the square, along the walls of the buildings as nonchalantly as possible. He knew that wouldn’t help for long though, it was quite obvious he was here with two alien women, and his, Nadia’s, and Chrystal’s face was well enough known around the world now thanks to the damned paparazzi when they went site seeing in Australia.
Everyone in his group was hated and reviled by these people, and he felt tensely vigilant, even if they were protected right now. He wasn’t even really angry, these people were the real nuts on the edges of the spectrum of society.
Still, it made him feel ashamed a moment to be half-human, and to have Alyndra and Dahlia listening to the hateful speech. He pushed it down though, guilt by association was stupid, he knew. But emotions weren’t logical, so there it was.
Nadia sent to him, Chrystal, and Dahlia, “Alyndra said a few people have seen us, and are working themselves up to doing something stupid, we should move as fast as possible.”
He picked up speed a little bit, and the ladies followed suit, but they didn’t run. He knew if he ran that might push them into action, and prompt a riot. There were a number of police around to keep order, but not nearly enough to quell a riot.
It wasn’t enough, they were only halfway there when a small part of the crowd broke off and came straight for them shouting obscenities, about forty of them. They didn’t have guns, but they wielded wood signs, some on two by fours. The rest, thousands, seemed to be watching, and there were cries of anger when the people in front bounced off the shield. It wasn’t really bouncing, but that’s what it looked like.
The people behind got knocked down, and the whole group went down like dominos. He suppressed a wince, when he heard two sharp snaps of bone, and kept walki
ng. The crowd was at a fever pitch, but no one else tried to attack after seeing what happened to the first group.
Three quarters of the way around the crowd toward the entrance, they were stopped. Not by the crowd, if it had been the crowd he may have just kept going and pushed them out of the way with the shield, perhaps after reconfiguring it to gently push them to the sides and out of the way.
No, it wasn’t the crowd, it was the cops, three of them, and the one in front had his hands on his handgun, but hadn’t drawn yet.
“You are under arrest for assault, you will come with me now.”
The officer had sounded smug, and had an angry look on his face. He hardly needed Alyndra’s heads up, but he got it anyway through Nadia, which she again, sent to Chrystal and Dahlia as well so they were all in the loop.
“This one hates us without reason, the two behind him aren’t sure what to do, but they do fear us because of what we are. Well, except for me of course, they think me a traitor and disgusting for being with you all.”
Nadia disgusting? She was one of the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, both inside and out. Her looks along with her confidence were the kind that drew every eye when she walked in the room, and her heart was generous and loving. He had no need to explain that though, it was obvious by her tone she gave no credit to their thoughts.
The square was quiet, the whole crowd watched the confrontation intently, no doubt hoping for a blood bath.
“I don’t think so,” he said calmly, “We are part of the summit, and our lives were threatened which makes it self-defense. You have no authority to arrest me.”
It was true as far as it went. The government could ask them to leave Switzerland of course, but he did have diplomatic immunity.
The cop sneered, it was one of the ugliest expressions he’d ever seen. He hadn’t even realized people did that outside of movies. He thought it was kind of cliché, and suppressed a laugh. It wasn’t funny though, it was dark and dismal, and he pitied the cop more than anything else. Still, it was a problem, the guy didn’t look like he’d back down.
