The next moment, we stepped out of the tunnel and into a large cave. The roof of the cave was open to the sky and the orange light from the setting sun streamed in, transforming the rough walls of the cave into a mosaic of different hues of light and shadow. A soft mat was laid out on the flat sandy floor.
All of a sudden, I realized—this was my dream, my Vision of him in the cave. My adrenaline spiked, and my heart started racing.
I tried to steady my breathing but my heart kept pounding madly against my rib cage. I was afraid I would faint again.
He came closer to me and took my hands in his.
“I found this place,” he said, looking around, “a few years back, just by accident. And I remember thinking then”—he looked at the ground—“that it would be a nice place to bring someone special. Although at the time, I never thought I’d do that…” He looked at me. “But, then you came. And changed everything.” He came closer. “Changed me.”
“Changed you?” I asked, somewhat breathlessly. “How?”
“When the crèches revived us, we all woke up, we started living again, but somehow, I was missing…” He pressed his lips together in a thought. “…life.”
“I do not understand you, J. You were alive.”
“No,” he said, slowly shaking his head. Then he raised one of my hands and pressed my open palm to the middle of his chest. “You see, I was living, but I wasn’t alive. I was missing—fire, here, within me.”
His eyes smiled as he looked at me, such a clear nonverbal communication I could not misunderstand it.
“Now, everything is different. The flowers smell better; the air is fresher; the days are brighter; people are nicer; food tastes finer; everything—everything!—is so much better with you here.” He released my hands and gently placed his palms on my cheeks, his fingers warm on my skin. “De-freezing made me start breathing, but my heart started beating again once you came into my life.”
I was speechless, overwhelmed by his words, and—without any doubt—completely in love with him.
He bent down and kissed me, the touch soft and gentle. We stayed like this for a long time. It was perfect.
He was perfect.
He moved slightly away and gazed down my body. He inhaled, keeping the breath locked in for a few moments, but then said, “I know… I know about the interpersonal space and all of those things you have on your Uni world, but…” He looked up into my eyes. “I… so… want to be near you.” He touched my neck and pulled me closer, whispering, “I want to hold you really, really close. I need you, Dora.” His body was now completely touching mine, his lips next to my ear.
My heart was drumming and I could hardly catch my breath. The need, the wish, the desire, deep inside me. I knew what he felt because—I felt it too. I needed him too. I wanted him too.
“This,” I whispered, “this was the place I saw in my Visions. Before I came here.”
“You did?”
“Yes.”
“Is… this when we kissed?” he said in a low voice.
I nodded, not trusting my voice anymore. I wanted him to understand my answer even if it was not spoken.
I looked up at his dark eyes, his irises indistinguishable from his pupils in the dim light. I could feel the warmth of his body; I could smell the scent of his skin.
His lips opened slightly and he moved his hand to my face, gently stroking my lips with his thumb. All of his movements were slow, allowing me to adjust to him, preparing me.
But my desire was impatient. It burned fast, scorching and desperate. And it wanted him now. I rose onto my toes and kissed him. For a moment he was still, surprised by what I just did, but the next second he took me in both of his arms, opening his lips as his tongue found mine.
My arms were wrapped around his neck. I could not get enough of him.
The stillness of the moment before was replaced by frantic and wild movements of passion. I was sliding my hands over his neck, shoulders, arms. I felt him through the wet shirt, tight skin over his muscles. His hands glided over my neck and back. His other hand touched my waist, drifted over my stomach, moving up – slowly up – until his fingers stopped just below my breast.
Oh, J…
My heart was racing, my lungs felt out of breath, my skin was on fire. My mind was spinning and I was trying hard to keep conscious.
He moved his head an inch from my lips, his breathing ragged, one hand pressed against my back while the other one waited… waited… the tips of his fingers almost touching the sensitive skin of my breast. My thoughts were incoherent; all my attention was on sensing. Sensing him. Sensing his touch.
I took a deep breath and held it in, waiting.
Then his hand drifted up and his fingers touched my breast.
My knees lost their tension, and I would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding me.
I had been touched before during my IC sessions, though only indirectly through flexile skin protectors. But the way J was touching me now – and how my skin reacted to his touch – was… ah… exhilarating.
All of a sudden, a random thought intruded: Why couldn’t Descendants experience these extreme, exquisite feelings? Why were these bodily responses suppressed?
But the thought was gone as fast as it came, as J started lifting my dress. The wet fabric stuck to my skin as he slid it up, my hair still wrapped in the folds of the dress. He gently pulled it over my head and my damp hair fell down again. He dropped my dress on the floor and then loosened the waist string of my underwear, which sank to the ground.
J moved back, holding my arms and gazed down the length of my body.
“You are… beautiful,” he whispered.
His breathing was heavy as he looked back at my eyes. He let go of my arms and then pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall next to his feet.
And it was my turn to look at his body now.
I smiled to myself. He looked — stunning!
I slowly put my palm on his chest, feeling his warm skin. He covered my hand with his and came closer to me, and—I could feel him, pressing on my belly, his desire clear.
I squeezed my inner muscles, an instinctive response to the craving I felt inside. My body was governing all my actions now. I slid my hands behind his back and moved even closer, pressing my hips toward him. His breath hitched.
“Dora…” he whispered, “I want to… make love to you… but… I need to be sure you want that too,” he said though strained breaths.
Oh, J, isn’t it obvious?
I raised myself on my toes again, sliding my breasts against his skin. He closed his eyes for an instant, looking slightly unbalanced before he took another heavy breath.
“I… want… you…too,” I whispered. You can’t imagine how much.
There was a moment’s pause, and then he leaned in for a kiss, a passionate response to the words I just said.
He moved his lips down my neck, following the wild heartbeat in my veins. His lips left a burning sensation on my skin as he bent lower, over my collarbone, upper chest, and then… ah, the breast…
I bowed my head back. My knees were shaking, my arms around his neck felt weak.
And then, he took my nipple in his mouth. I gasped and stopped breathing. It was such a strong sensation that it blocked all other nerve centers.
I was dizzy.
I was out of breath.
His kisses became more urgent, more needy, more desperate as his lips explored my body. I moaned involuntarily. A strong anticipation gathered somewhere deep inside me, tightening all my inner muscles.
The next moment, I felt I was losing myself, losing track of what he was doing. I couldn’t distinguish his movements as he kept kissing my breasts. I just held on tight, enjoying the shivering anticipation he induced deep inside me.
Engrossed in my own fireworks of sensations, I was barely aware that he’d slid off his trousers, until—I felt him.
Ah…
My mind went crazy.
I
raised my knee and wrapped my leg over his hips. Automatically, he pulled my other leg around his waist, his hands holding me tightly to his body.
There was a moment where we both looked at each other, arms and legs embraced, in the warm orange light of the setting sun. Our heavy breaths echoed in the cave.
He looked at my lips and kissed me again. He slowly knelt on the ground, holding my body so I was sitting on his thighs.
As soon as we were down and my knees touched the ground, I raised my hips up, while holding onto his shoulders. His hands were on my waist, our eyes were fixed on each other. When I was above him, my belly pressing against his chest, I felt him, down there, just barely touching me, inducing the sweet agony of desire deep inside my belly.
It drove me insane.
Then he slowly lowered me down onto him.
Ah…
And it was—unbelievable!
I moaned and closed my eyes as I finally indulged my inner craving.
His breath hitched as I pressed myself on him completely, arching backward, bringing my breasts close to his mouth.
He kissed me and then everything became a haze. The exquisite fullness I felt inside me, the burning feeling his kisses left on my skin, the movements he now started doing…
I was unaware, crazy, breathless, as he moved my body in a rhythm that matched his breathing.
I was lost in this new sensation that peaked a little bit more every time our bodies touched each other completely.
My mind was spinning and I was barely aware of my surroundings, of the sounds, of anything else that wasn’t the increasing need I felt inside me.
Suddenly, he lifted me up and then strongly pushed me back down on him, lifting his hips up at the same time. And in that moment, the growing pressure building up inside me exploded into a thousand pieces, my inner muscles contracting instinctively, releasing me to the most exhilarating and overpowering sensation of my life.
For the next few moments, everything was a blur. I thought I heard him calling my name, but I wasn’t certain. I was lost in this unique moment in my life, shivering from my head to my toes.
I was so immensely happy, my body ecstatic. I felt tears rolling down my face as I looked up at the open sky. I couldn’t stop them.
All of a sudden, J took my face in his hands. “Dora! Oh, my God! I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”
He wiped away the tears, but new ones came tumbling down. I looked at him, his face blurry through tears collected on the rims of my eyes.
“No, no, no… no,” I said, shaking my head.
“Dora, why are you crying?” His voice was urgent.
I looked up again and then started laughing out loud. “What—was—that?” More tears spilled as I continued laughing.
“What?” His voice relaxed. “You mean… the orgasm?”
“Ah, the orgasm! That’s what Tania was talking about! I understand. Finally.”
I laughed again.
The strongest driver of evolution. She is so right.
I looked at him and then hugged him tightly. “This was—out of this world!”
He squeezed me tightly too and rested his cheek on my chest. “Maybe out of your old world, but it’s definitely part of your world now.”
Chapter 24
I opened my eyes to the fresh morning air and the golden rays of sunlight streaming though the small holes in J’s tent. I rolled over on the mat. J was still sleeping. His face was relaxed and beautiful.
I smiled.
I was so happy that I’d found him, that my recurring dream had actually been a Vision, and that he was here, with me. I gently placed my palm on his face and left it there.
It feels so wonderful to touch him.
J yawned, stretched his arms, touching the sides of his tent, and then relaxed them again.
He opened his eyes. “Hello, beautiful.” His lips curled into a half smile.
“Hello, yourself.” I smiled back.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded and smiled again, unable to express just how perfect everything was. I moved closer to him and leaned my head down on his chest, hearing him breathe, my head gently moving up and down in the same rhythm.
“Tell me about your home, Dora,” J said.
“My home… is rich with different scents, full of the most diverse plants and old trees; it smells of fine salty droplets of the sea, feels like fine sand grains underneath the feet. My home is mixed with different emotions, sad and happy, strong and weak, but all so essential—for life.”
“That’s a very poetic way to describe Earth. But what I meant was: what is your home like?”
“J, this is my home,” I said, lifting my head up to look at his face.
“Yes, Earth is your home.” He smiled and kissed my forehead.
I placed my head back on his chest.
“I’d like to hear about the place you spent more than three hundred years of your life.”
“What would you like to know?”
“What’s that world like?”
“I guess it would seem very complex to you.”
“Okay, now I feel like a three-year-old,” he said, grinning.
Realizing how it sounded, I shook my head and said, “No, what I meant is, most of the people living in Uni are used to the different species and worlds and porting, and the politics connected to all of it. We all grew up with it.”
“I think I know what you mean. It’s like a mother tongue; no matter how complicated it is, you can still speak it fluently, because you grew up with it.”
“Tongue… of a mother?”
He laughed out loud. “You know, I do love these little lessons I have to give you sometimes. It makes me feel like I’m not so far behind you.”
“Why would you feel behind me at all?” I leaned on my elbow, looking at him with surprise.
He looked at me silently for a moment, his face serious now. “Because you are three hundred and fifty-six years older than me. Because the world you lived in is five thousand years ahead of where I left off. Because you have the knowledge of all the things people discovered during those five thousand years. Because you are a Senthien, and you see the future.”
“I might be three hundred and fifty-six years older,” I said quietly, “and my world might have five thousand more years of technological advancement than yours, but I have never lit a candle, I have never sung a song, I have never come so physically near to people surrounding me, and I have never—ever—felt sensations that come even close to those you induce in me when you… when you love me with your body. And neither has anyone else in Uni experienced anything similar… except perhaps the Zema4 Humans.”
He smiled gently, listening to my explanation.
“Why are the Humans in your world so oppressed?” he asked.
“I don’t know for sure. I have some theories, but that’s all they are.”
“Okay, let me hear them.” He folded his arms behind his head as a pillow and looked at me.
“Remember when you asked me about Zlathars?”
“Yeah. Those are the guys who hold the strings.”
“And you also asked me why the Zlathars didn’t tell me what to think, as I had a different opinion.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”
“Well, you were very precise in describing their special ability.”
J raised his eyebrows, a clear question on his face. He pressed his lips together and said, “I don’t follow you. At all.”
I let out a long deep breath. “Zlathars can… hear thoughts.”
“You’re kidding me! I thought that was just sci-fi stuff! Mind you, that’s what I thought about seeing the future… so, is that how they rule the Uni, by making sure no one organizes a mutiny on the Bounty?”
Mutiny on the Bounty? Really? I looked at him with my own eyebrows raised.
“Sorry—it means that someone is trying to take command. The mutiny on the Bounty was a famous rebellion that happened a long… actuall
y, a really long time ago, on a ship called the Bounty. So, is this the way they keep the power, by knowing people’s thoughts and preventing potential uprisings?”
“That’s definitely one aspect of it, but…”
“But what?”
“This is the part I’m not sure of. I think that besides reading thoughts, they can influence others’ thoughts and actions as well.”
“You mean like, make you think or do something you normally wouldn’t?”
I nodded. “I think the Descendants are… told what to do and think. And they are not aware of it.”
He leaned his head back, staring emptily at the roof of the tent. “That makes them a dangerous opponent.” Then he turned back to me. “So, this thought-control power they have—how do you know about it?”
“I don’t… know about it for certain. It’s just a… hunch. Thoughts that came to me—”
“In a Vision?”
“No, this wasn’t a Vision. These were just… thoughts I had, like a memory. Only I never saw or experienced any of it.”
“Can you remember anything else?”
“No, it’s not like memories from my own life, which I can access. These memories appear as single thoughts… and they’re very rare. In fact, I think they mostly appear after porting.”
“After teleporting? Hmm. Yeah, that is funny… perhaps someone else has had these thoughts or memories, too. Perhaps you’re not the only one.”
I pressed my lips together. “Well, if they did, they never had a chance to talk about it.”
There was a moment of silence as we both contemplated the hard reality of the Uni worlds.
“All right, so they can read thoughts, and maybe they can influence thoughts and actions as well—of the Descendants, right?”
“Yes.”
“What about Humans? The Zema4 Humans—can the Zlathars do it to them?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. My guess would be not, because otherwise they wouldn’t have to be kept under surveillance all the time. They would do what the Zlathars wanted them to do. But they continue to resist.”
J looked at me. “That might be the reason, then.”
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