by Amber Stuart
When would he touch her?
To her surprise and as if he’d read her mind again, Xasper moved closer to her and gently, touched her check. “May I kiss you, Hannah?”
Hannah gulped and nodded softly. Tentatively, she leaned forward in expectation of his kiss. He was gentle and soft. He tasted her lips, pulling at them in sweet nips. Teasing and delighting her mouth.
Hannah felt awkward and clumsy. She wasn’t sure what to do or not do. She did her best to just focus on the new sensation, to simply allow him to lead the way.
To guide her.
Xasper pulled away, the feel of his lips on hers lingering. She opened her eyes to find him studying her face, a look of curiosity on his face.
She felt shy and silly. Like a teenaged school girl in one of her young adult romance novels. The ones she’d outgrown when she was in college, deciding to not be boy-crazy like some of her friends.
“What?” she asked.
Xasper didn’t answer but instead leaned in closer and began to kiss her softly again. This time, she felt a little more confident and at ease. She liked that he was pacing this slowly for her, not moving too fast. She really did want to savor the experience.
Be romanced and seduced.
His hands made their way up and around her, pulling her in closer to his torso. She felt goosebumps break across her body, flooded by a delicious sensation she’d never experienced before. Her body felt alive and awake. Compelled to be closer to him. Like a magnetic pull and attraction that was more than just carnal. As if they were calibrating one another.
It felt, real. Like they were true magnets. Living magnets. Every cell in her body was singing, with subtle pleasure. She shivered.
“Can you feel that?” She asked, surprised.
“Yes, I can…” Xasper replied, looking surprised as well.
Hannah tilted her head and looked at him closely. He seemed truly startled and confused. “Is this normal, Xasper? To feel that type of sensation?”
Xasper’s eyes grew wide. He swallowed hard, shifted and then glanced away as if looking at her was too much for him. He didn’t answer Hannah’s question, so much as his own body language and reaction revealed it to her.
Which left her wondering…
Was this unique to them?
And yet again, as if he could read her mind, he answered her wonderment, “Hannah, I can’t really explain what is happening, but no – that type of sensation is new to me. Very new.”
“The magnetic pull between us? The electric energy feeling – as if we’re a conduit?”
“Yes, that.”
They looked at one another, neither knowing what to say or do. Hannah gathered up her courage, stood up and stepped closer to Xasper. It was as if he’d ignited or triggered something within her and a stream of knowledge was coalescing inside her mind. Something more dominant and commanding was taking control and it wanted her to reach out and touch him again.
Much to her own surprise and very much to his, she pulled him into her by grasping him at the waist and snuggly gripping his body to hers. Then, she stood on her tippy-toes and met his lips with a type of lustful hunger she’d never felt in her entire life.
All hindrance, all hesitation was gone.
Eviscerated.
Instead, a part of her from within was eager to make contact with this man, this pleasure-servant.
She pulled him into the vortex of a kiss he would never, ever forget. She sucked and sucked and sucked, as if she was going to claim his soul and make him hers.
It felt sacred. And claiming. As if she was claiming him.
Making him hers and hers alone.
“Xasper…” she whispered when their intense union separated. She stepped back and shook her head.
What was happening?
CHAPTER FIVE
( 5 )
Xasper was well-schooled in the erotic and lovemaking arts. But this completely floored him. He’d never, ever experienced the type of intense magnetism between him and a lover like what he was feeling with Hannah.
And for crying out loud, all they’d done was kiss?! She was more or less a novice in the pleasure arts. An innocent. A virgin.
For the sake of the client experience, he was doing his best to remain professional and not allow her to see his own surprise. But he could tell that she saw right through him.
There was no hiding what was happening between them.
Just as he was getting his bearings, she’d taken the reins of the dynamic and now she was the one in charge of it. And for all the world, this version of Hannah didn’t seem inexperienced or insecure.
Rather, she was seductive and commanding. Going for what she wanted, her desire clearly in charge.
Who was seducing who?!
Now they were clinging to one another and she had just whispered his name in his ear, as if simply saying it would unlock some sort of secret code deep within him. He shivered, shaking his head to get his bearings. He sucked in a deep and calming breath. Deciding that they would need to part and end the session for the evening.
He needed some time. And he needed to do some research too. Find out what this was about.
He grasped her hands, a way of taking back control and felt the intense tingles crawling up his arms in rivulets of pleasure. It was hard to even think, let alone speak.
“Hannah, I think it is best we part for the night. Clearly, whatever we had to eat and drink tonight is having a profound effect on us both.”
He was lying and he saw from her crestfallen face that she was disappointed. She stepped back and away from him, more of her former persona returning. The shy and unsure young woman that didn’t know what to do or say.
“My apologies, this is poor form and I fully admit it,” he stammered, suddenly feeling foolish.
She peered at him, her eyes luminous and intense. Her gaze penetrating. “I understand, Xasper. It’s okay.”
He could tell she meant it too. There was nothing but complete sincerity in her voice. Maybe some disappointment, but if he was reading her right – she too needed a bit of space to wrap her head around the encounter.
Xasper stepped out of the spa, and left. He grabbed a robe to help soak up the water and dry off. As he headed towards his private quarters, he felt tethered to her. It was subtle, not unpleasant but somewhat strange. As if she’d laid claim to his aetheric body somehow.
Was she a dormant?
Dormants were a phenomenon he’d only ever heard about, having never actually met one. They were those who had ancestry that were practitioners of magic, including sex magic. Most didn’t even know about their magical heritage and lineage. For a dormant, it resided in their DNA quietly. Asleep. Waiting to be awakened by the right sexual partner and sex magic practitioner.
Entering his studio, he strode over to his computer station and sat down. He logged into a forum that pleasure workers used to provide information, tips and suggestions about their trade. It was all anonymous, very professional and incredibly informative.
He did a search and let out a sigh of relief when he was able to pull up a handful of discussion threads. He dove in, eagerly absorbing the experiences that some of his peers in the trade were willing to share and talk about.
Just as he’d guessed, they touched upon the strange, energetic pull and magnetism. As if attraction was drawn to their partner in a literal way. It also explained the strange sensations on his skin and the way he’d felt hypnotized in her presence once they’d begun to get intimate.
Magnetized and mesmerized.
Although the threads shared encounters and experiences with dormants, there wasn’t much available to explain the phenomena. And this frustrated him. He was always in control and in charge of his pleasure-making skills, so it was strange to be caught off his game by someone entirely unacquainted with sex. A virgin.
Mind-blowing.
Who would have thought?
And of cours
e, this meant she was clueless to her own power, her own gift, her own unique state of being.
So, the question was…
Would he tell her?
CHAPTER SIX
( 6 )
Hannah lingered in the spa for a while, not feeling rushed or compelled to leave. Instead, she savored the warmth of the water despite feeling Xasper’s absence creep into her. Something she’d never felt before. Missing someone she barely knew.
She was feeling many things at once.
Elated, confused, aroused and oddly – quite calm.
Quietly, musing to herself about what had just occurred, she stayed in the spa until she felt sleepy and ready for bed. When she stepped out of the water, Olly was silently standing by to provide her with a soft and cozy robe for her to put on.
Olly guided her back to her sleeping quarters and set about preparing her bed, turning down the covers and dimming the lighting in the room. She smiled peacefully at Hannah before slipping out the door as if she had never been there to begin with.
Quiet as a ghost.
Just like Xasper said she would be.
Hannah slipped under the light blanket and listened to the night sounds of the pleasure complex. The tinkling of water from the ponds and a light breeze that caused the light muslin curtains in her room to flutter. All elements that were foreign to Hannah. Elements that didn’t occur on a space station orbiting the Earth.
These were new sensations for her and she liked them.
A unique sense of peace coursed and strummed through her body.
She felt an ancient knowledge and magic from deep within stirring and awakening her. Calling out to her conscious mind.
Finally, sleep lured her into dreamtime. In dreamtime, she met a man. A lover. A being who played, frolicked and partnered with her…
o ~ o ~ o
Hannah was lounging in a tea shop. Watching the comings and goings of the people around her in the bustling city of Hanoi. Residents of the area tending to their lives, doing errands and work. Despite all the activity around her, she was absorbed by reflecting on her encounter with Xasper the evening before.
She might be a virgin, but she knew enough to know that something unique had occurred between them.
Something so unique that a pleasure worker had lost his nerve and ended the encounter before it had really even gotten started. She wondered if he would attempt to back-track, find a way to make it up to her somehow.
Hannah was, in fact, paying for the pleasure center’s services. She didn’t want to seem indelicate to the situation, but she certainly felt awkward.
She’d opted to bypass the complimentary breakfast provided by the Pleasure House. She was eager to get out and do some walking. Both the body-guard and area guide had walked quietly behind her, keeping their distance while talking to one another. She’d listened, not really understanding what they said but intrigued by the dialect and its lilting tones.
She still had a bit of a buzz from her encounter with the pleasure worker, from the evening before. She replayed it in her mind, going over each part. Every little detail.
Hannah decided that she wanted to talk to Trudy. Her bodyguard and tour guide were sitting at a table nearby, but the busy tea shop had just enough background noise that it provided some discretion. She dug out her communicator from her duffel bag and opened it. She sent the call out, wondering if the signal would be received well. She’d never used her communicator on Earth before.
“Hey there,” Trudy answered. “How are you?”
“Good, so far. It’s a trip being down here! But I like it…” Hannah shared, glad to hear her best friend’s voice.
“That’s good. I’m glad you called, I’ve been wondering…”
“Trudy, I have some questions for you. You’re more experienced than I am and I’m at a loss.”
“Yeah? How so?” Trudy asked.
Hannah sucked in a deep breath. “Well, I had my first encounter with the pleasure worker last night…” she shared, a bit hesitantly.
“Ooooooh! Do tell…”
“I’m not sure it went the way it normally does, or should? I think we shared a different experience than what is typical?”
“How so?”
“Well, our interaction had a rather intense outcome.”
Trudy laughed. “Hannah, that’s called an orgasm, they’re normal. It’s what you want.”
Hannah felt embarrassed. She knew this, of course. She wasn’t an idiot.
“No, not that. Something else happened. We actually didn’t make it to sex, yet. Just introductions and some kissing,” Hannah explained.
“Ah. Okay? So explain, what happened?”
“It was very magnetic. There was an energy passing between us, back and forth. It was noticeably strong.”
“Are you speaking figuratively, or are you being literal?” Trudy asked, sounding confused.
“Literal.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Okay then….”
“Is that normal?” Hannah asked.
“Well, it can feel really intense, that is for sure. The dynamic is always very intimate, of course. So you’re likely to experience feelings and emotions you don’t have otherwise. But if you’re being literal, speaking of the physical sensations – then yeah, I would say that is strange.”
Hannah didn’t know how to respond. Her friend had confirmed what she was afraid she already knew. “Well, then I’m experiencing something different, or unique or I don’t know what.”
“How did the pleasure worker respond? What’s his name, anyways?” Trudy asked.
“Xasper. His name is Xasper.”
“Did you like him? Do you like him?”
“Yes, very much so. He’s amazingly attractive. His physique is mouth-watering and he has one of the sexiest demeanors I’ve ever encountered.”
“Good lord… do you have pictures? Anything you can share?” Trudy asked.
“Yeah, I’ll find his and send it to you.”
“So, are you going to see him again?”
“Yeah, if he’s willing. I think he was thrown off his game last night. He ended our session, seemed flummoxed and acted somewhat confused.”
“Hmmm… Well, he’s a professional so I’m sure everything’s fine. Just go with the flow. Who knows, maybe that’s part of their services?”
Hannah mused on this. “No, I really think something unusual occurred and I spooked him…”
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO…
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MY ALIEN PRINCE
By
CALISTA SKYE
Chapter 1
“Come on, Sullivan!” the junior assistant sub-secretary hissed, angry lines on his red face as he marched quickly down the corridor.
Jen stumbled after him in high heels that were two sizes too big, her arms full of pads and papers and water bottles and the ambassador's bottle of very expensive skin cream. The dry air inside the alien spaceship made his skin crack, and it was one of Jen's many duties as an unpaid intern to see to it that he always had the cream somewhere close.
Well, she sighed to herself as she ran along the insanely long and pristinely white corridor, at least I don't have to apply the cream to the old man's wrinkled face.
She had tried to keep up with the entourage, but she was lagging far behind. It was not just because of her borrowed shoes, but also because she had forgotten to bring a bag for all the stuff she had to ferry from one place to the other.
I'm not built for this, she thought. Her curvy body was better suited for comfort than for speed, but she had been running far too much these past six weeks after she was assigned to the Earth diplomatic corps to the aliens called Derigaz. There were always meetings and conferences and preparations to be made, and the fancy parties she had been promised had only happened once. And
even then, she'd had to man the bar!
It just wasn't fair.
She caught up with the junior assistant sub-secretary who was subordinate to everyone else in the ambassador's party, but who was also her boss.
“What the hell is going on with you?” he hissed. “You're always lagging so far behind! The ambassador will need his lotion at any moment!”
“Sorry, sorry,” Jen panted, “It's just these shoes...”
She'd had to borrow someone else's high heels when her own work shoes had been ripped to shreds by a cleaning robot who'd thought they were dangerous critters. Thankfully she had not been wearing them when it happened, but it had still made major problems for her.
And of course this had to happen on the day when the Earth ambassador was going to have his first meeting with the alien ruler, Prince Tar'Shoc. Many months had gone into preparing for it. It was the most important meeting in the history of the world, people said.
All Jen knew was that she was getting sweaty from all the running and that her panties were digging their way a little too far into her butt.
She finally caught up with the rest of the Earth delegation. They were standing outside a very wide door which led to the main meeting room. Ambassador Wilson only raised an eyebrow at the spectacle of Jen running very loudly and trying desperately to not drop anything important. But coming from a lifelong diplomat like him, that was pretty much the worst reprimand she could get.
“I hope we're not keeping you from anything important,” his chief secretary, Mrs. Deveaux, said sarcastically when Jen approached. The middle-aged woman had a strict policy of only wearing flats, and now she was tapping her foot on the very smooth and very alien stone floor impatiently.
“I'm sorry,” Jen tried to explain, “but these shoes...”
“...would have been more appropriate at a fraternity party,” the Mrs. Deveaux completed icily. “But even there, I doubt they would have been exactly congruent.”
She was always doing that, always giving oblique criticism that made no sense and that no one understood exactly, but that everyone took as devastating remarks. Jen had her own ideas about that, and suspected that the middle-aged woman just liked using fancy words, but didn't know their meaning.
