by Meg Ripley
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 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
Seducing The Sacred Alien
Two curious students discover a secret portal to a mysterious alien world where they meet a gorgeous alien warrior and together, beckon him to partake in a night of complete abandon and other worldly pleasure.
While studying abroad in China, River and her sexy companion Jordan stumble upon something incredibly odd while on a routine lecture tour of the Great Wall. Mysterious guards appear to be watching over a secret entryway that leads deep inside the wall itself.
After just barely sneaking past the watchmen, River and Jordan find themselves transported to a strange planet where all knowledge is kept closely locked away under the control of a select few. There, they meet Geming, an irresistibly gorgeous alien warrior who reveals that this information can be weaponized and that he plans to start a revolution to prevent this very thing from happening.
That night, Geming insists that they take a rest and observe one of the stunning meteor showers that his planet is known for. A lust-stricken River finds herself intensely drawn to Geming--and Jordan--and longs for them to share her for one night of unbridled passion.
"You know, when I signed up for this study abroad program, I really thought it was going to be more engaging than this," River muttered, adjusting her backpack so it didn't dig so deeply into her shoulders.
"How is this not engaging?" Jordan asked, "You are standing on one of the most impressive feats of architecture in the history of humankind. It took hundreds of years to create this one wall."
"If you had been paying attention to the lecture that might also take hundreds of years to finish, you would know that it actually isn't one wall. It is apparently the Great Walls and Fortifications and Other Stuff of China."
Jordan laughed.
"I've heard this lecture before. I promise it doesn't take hundreds of years. Just a few decades."
River took a few more steps along the top of the wall and gazed out over the view. It truly was beautiful. The trees and rolling hills seemed to stretch out into eternity, an image that stood in stark contrast to what many people envision when they think of China.
"If you've heard this lecture before, why did you come back to listen to it again?"
Jordan shrugged.
"I've been studying abroad for two years now and, technically, I’ve already completed all of the program requirements. I'm just not ready to go home yet."
River sighed.
"This is the last thing I need to complete my Master's degree. I'm not even entirely sure I chose China."
"You don't like it here?"
"No. I mean, I do like it here, that's not it. It's just…." she trailed off as she tried to come up with the right words, "I feel like they are so intensive with the courses and lectures, explaining every single tiny little detail of everything, that it has kind of taken some of the wonder and mystery out of it."
"You want wonder and mystery?"
River looked at Jordan, watching his startling blue eyes sparkle in the late afternoon sunlight. She hadn't stopped thinking about those eyes since she first saw them when she arrived for her study abroad program, and the enticing sparkle wasn't helping.
"Yes."
He took her by her hand and pulled her over to the side of the wall. Leaning over slightly, he pointed down toward the base.
"How about that?"
River looked down,
but didn't see anything particularly wonderful or mysterious beneath them.
"What are you pointing at?"
Jordan leaned further until River was concerned he might tip over the edge and the excitement of her trip would have to be attempting to rescue him, or recovering his body after it rolled down one of the hills. He pointed with more insistence.
"Do you see those guards?"
River noticed a dip in the wall that seemed to curve in with a bend in the land so that it wasn't clearly visible from their vantage point. Two guards stood on either side of the curve, and a third stood several feet in front. They were motionless, their eyes fixed on something in the distance. River had the strangest feeling that she was seeing something that wasn't really there, as if she was glancing back in time.
"I don't understand."
"Exactly. Why would they be standing down there all alone? I've been here more times than I can count in the last two years, and they are always there. Three guards, never moving, never saying anything. Don't you wonder why they're there and what they could be guarding?"
"They never move?"
Jordan shook his head.
"They stand there all day and all night. There is one two-minute window in the afternoon and in the morning when the guards change, but other than that, they never move. There isn't any ceremony or anything when the guards change. They just step out of position and walk away, and then the others get into place."
River felt a tingle of excitement roll through her. She looked at Jordan over her shoulder.
"And you have no idea why they're there or what they are guarding?"
Jordan shook his head slowly, a mischievous smile curving his lips. River glanced back at the guards, bit her bottom lip, and looked back at him.
"I wonder if we could find out."
She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper as they stepped forward to follow the rest of the student group that had already moved a few yards ahead of them. They passed by a guard tower built into the wall and River felt Jordan grab her by the wrist and tug her into the doorway.
River pressed a hand over her mouth to muffle a laugh as Jordan pushed them further into the doorway so that her back was to the wall and he stood just inches away. She was suddenly aware of his body near her and met his eyes.
"The guards are about to change," he whispered.
River took a breath and nodded, relieved he had broken the tension, even if only slightly. He peered around the edge of the doorway and then came back into the space.
"We will only have a few minutes to get down there and not get caught by the guards. Are you ready?"
River smiled and Jordan took her hand again. A second later, he ducked out of the doorway and started running in the opposite direction of the tour group. Suddenly he climbed up on the edge of the wall and glanced down at her.
"Come on."
"What are you doing?" River asked, nervousness making her voice high and thin.
"You're going to have to trust me," he said and gave her a gentle pull to get her up onto the wall beside him.
She could hear the shouts of people who saw them, but before she had a chance to react, Jordan tugged her hand and they jumped from the edge of the wall. River gave a short scream as she fell through the air, but a moment later she landed.
"Side wall," Jordan whispered.
River shook her head at him and they scrambled to their feet, running a short distance down the side wall until they reached a section close to the top of a nearby hill. They jumped again and this time, River felt herself hit grass, lose her balance, and tumble down to the base of the wall.
"This is definitely an adventure," she said as Jordan helped her up.
He laughed softly and put a finger to his lips to quiet her.
"One minute," he whispered.
They pressed to the wall, hunkering together close to the ground so that they could hide from the people leaning over the edge of the wall to see them. River eased closer to the corner and peered back at the main wall. The guards were only a few feet away, but didn't seem to have noticed them.
Without any notice, the guards standing near the wall suddenly stepped forward to get in line with the one in front of them, turned their backs to River and Jordan, and marched away in silence.
"Go!" Jordan hissed and started running toward the place where the guards had stood.
River followed, watching as Jordan disappeared into the wall.
****
The breath caught in River's throat when Jordan seemed to sink into the wall, but in her next step, she saw that he had discovered the dip in the wall and was standing at a narrow door. His fingers traced the letters of an engraving, softened and weathered with age, in the center of the stone door.
River looked at it, but she couldn't read the characters. She could feel the seconds ticking by. There was a rusted latch on the door and she reached for it, doubting it would work. At any moment, the other guards would come into place and catch them. She pushed harder on the latch and felt the rust grinding to powder beneath her palm and the edges biting into her skin.
The sound of grass-muffled footsteps filled their ears and Jordan pushed her hand out of the way to grab the latch. He pressed it, shaking it. Suddenly the latch gave way and the door shifted, opening just enough that they could slip through and push it closed behind them.
Darkness engulfed them, sharpening their other senses so that River felt like she could hear the blood rushing through her veins. She tried to control her breathing, but the panic at nearly getting caught by the guards made it ragged and heavy as it poured from her lungs. A soft glow appeared in front of her and she saw that Jordan had turned the flashlight on his phone on and was holding it beneath his shirt to filter the light.
He placed a finger on his lips to quiet her again and gestured deeper into the space they had entered. She followed him cautiously, aware of the foreboding silence from outside that told her the second shift of guards had taken their place.
"What do we do now?" River whispered.
"Those guards will be there until morning, so we are stuck in here until then."
River's head fell back and she gave a sigh of exasperation. When she said she wanted adventure, she hadn't meant that she wanted to get trapped inside the Great Wall overnight. At least she had some bottled water and a few snacks tucked in her backpack she had reserved for getting through the lectures.
"As long as we are stuck in here, we might as well do a little exploration," she finally said, deciding that sitting around on the floor and bemoaning her current state of existence was not a productive use of their time.
"Absolutely," Jordan said, brightening up.
"Could you read those words engraved on the door?"
"'Knowledge is Power.'"
River looked at him quizzically.
"Really? I wonder what that means."
Jordan shook his head and they continued along the narrow corridor they had entered when they stepped through the door. The light from his cell phone illuminated just enough space in front of them that they were able to follow the turns and curves of the corridor. Suddenly the beam fell on the sharp edge of a staircase that looked like it was carved directly into the stone as it disappeared down into the darkness.
River glanced at Jordan. He shrugged at her and the two stepped down onto the next step, both pausing for a moment as if worried there would be some sort of alarm or trap that would alert the guards outside to their wanderings. When nothing happened, River took another step down and soon they were making their way down the stairs, her hand grazing the wall beside her to keep her steady on the steep passage.
"Do you have any idea what the whole 'Knowledge is Power' thing is all about?" she asked, glancing over at Jordan who seemed to be concentrating intensely on making his way down the steps.
"No. The characters looked weathered, so they were definitely old, but they didn't look like someone just randomly them carved there. They weren't graffiti
or something somebody did quickly. I've never heard that phrase used when talking about the Wall."
"Neither have I."
River took another step and felt herself stumble. Jordan reached down and grabbed her arm to stabilize her and help her back to her feet. She looked down at the steps at her feet and then back in the direction from which they came.
"When did we start going up?" she asked.
"What?"
"We were going down the stairs. When did we start going up?"
Jordan looked back and then up the stairs ahead of them. They had been walking down the stairs, but now all of the stairs they could see behind them and in front of them showed that they were climbing up.
"I don't know."
River watched Jordan run back down the stairs for a few feet and hold up his phone to shine the light down the staircase.
"I can't even see where it changed," he said.
"What do we do? Do we just keep going up or do we try to go back down?"
River was starting to feel nervous. The sudden, unnoticed change of direction was disorienting, and she realized that she didn't even realize how long they had been walking, making her unsure of how far from the door they must have gone.
"We can't be too far from the top of the wall. Let's just keep climbing for a few more minutes."
River nodded and they started climbing again, silent now as they both concentrated on counting the steps beneath their feet and trying to orient themselves in the space. They climbed for several more minutes before the light from Jordan's phone shone onto the top of the staircase and what looked like a trap door set into the ceiling.
He handed River the phone so that she could hold the light steady on the door while he tried to open it. The metal handle on the bottom didn't look rusted or aged like the one outside and he wrapped his hand firmly around it. He gave a hard tug and the door fell open, forcing him to step back so that it didn't hit him. River caught him by flattening his hands on his back, indulging herself for just a moment by letting her fingers trail over the muscles that she could feel beneath his shirt.
