Maybe I’m delirious from the heat, but I just don’t care anymore. I want him to flip me over on my back and take me right here. That’s how I would write my story. But he's hesitating. Why?
I can feel his manhood hardening against my thighs. I feel his chest purring against my breasts. I know he finds me attractive. I don’t know why — no one’s ever told me I’m the prettiest. I know Astrid is at least ten times the beauty I am on my best day. But for whatever reason, he likes me.
Maybe he just needs a little encouragement. Time to be brave like him. He led me here to this cave entrance. I can lead him to mine.
I kiss him again on the lips. This time, I nip his bottom lip and press my tongue between them. He stirs against me, wrapping his arms around my back. I can hear the purring from his chest. It didn’t take much to get his engine started.
I giggle and kiss him on the chin and around his mouth before returning to his lips. He seems to resist just another moment, then puts his hands behind my neck and pulls me into a deep kiss. His long tongue slides into my mouth and dances with mine. Electricity sparks between us.
I slide my hand against his chest, feeling his hard, sweaty body. I slide my hand down his abs as we kiss, and I try to slip my fingers into his pants, only to be stopped by a tightly wrapped rope.
At once, we both realize we’re still tied together by a length of rope, and we can’t help but start laughing. I think this is the first time I’ve heard him really laugh.
He takes me by the waist, picks me up and puts me down by his side. I struggle to untie myself as quickly as possible, only to manage to tangle myself further in the rope. I’ve never served on a ship like the Pequod, so knots are as alien to me as Orion is.
He unties the rope from around his own waist and thighs and begins unwrapping mine. As he works to untie my ropes, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean my breasts in front of his face. I can see him slowing down with the ropes, distracted by my breasts. I giggle and press my arms together to give him an even better view.
He wets his lips before returning his attention to my ropes. My teasing is starting to get to him. As he unwinds the rope from around my thighs, I press them together, trapping his hand against my heated core.
He groans and presses his hand against me. I kiss his forehead and pull his face into my breasts. He kisses them and slides a finger along my panties, feeling my wetness through the thin fabric.
“Oh, yes,” I moan into his long-tufted ear.
He tosses the rope aside, pulls my dress over my body and throws it on top of the ropes. My breasts bounce free and he presses one into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue. He slips his hand back between my thighs, and I spread them wide, giving him full access to my throbbing entrance.
He slides his fingers into my panties and runs a thick finger between my lips, testing my wetness. I press my hips forward, and I shudder with pleasure as he slides it inside me. He thrusts his finger in and out and spreads the slickness between my folds.
“Don’t be a tease,” I groan and rock my hips against his fingers, trying to slip him back inside me. He obliges me, then follows it with another finger. I moan as he thrusts into me, spreading wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My moans grow louder as I feel my climax approaching already.
I groan with frustration as he pauses to slick his thumb between my folds. “Don’t stop,” I beg him. “Keep going.”
He teases me by grazing his teeth against my wet nipple, changing his attention to my other breast before he slips his fingers back inside me. I rock against his fingers, begging him to go faster. My orgasm builds like an overflowing lake against a dam, and he presses his slickened thumb on my clit, rubbing against it as his fingers work inside me. My dam breaks, and I dig my nails into his muscular back as I come on his hand.
He doesn’t let up, and my orgasm builds into a second and a third until I slump against him, utterly spent.
I pause for a minute, catching my breath, enjoying the feeling of him holding me against him. I lean back to look him in his big, golden eyes, and give him another deep kiss.
He pulls me against him and I can feel his massive cock, trapped in his tight leather pants. “This just won’t do,” I whisper, in what I hope sounds like a sultry purr.
I put my fingers into the side of his waistband and loosen them the way Astrid taught me to. I’m so grateful she had the forethought to teach me this trick. Getting out of the ropes was difficult enough. I’m glad I don’t have to waste time fumbling with his pants.
I tug his pants off, and my mouth gapes as his massive cock springs free. I can’t wait long enough to pull his tight leather pants all the way off, so I leave them at his knees and crawl up to his cock. It looks so much bigger than I had thought.
He lays back on his elbows, and I lock eyes with him as I lean down to take a close look at his manhood. It’s a dark purple, with pronounced ridges running up its length, with a trail of fine fur covering his main vein.
I lean down slowly, stick out my tongue, and slowly drag it up his vein, counting each of his eight ridges. His cock jumps against my tongue. His fur is so soft. I can’t wait to see what it feels like inside of me. I kiss the tip of his cock and flick it with my tongue. It twitches against me.
I lift myself off him and pull off my panties, tossing them beside my dress. “I want you inside me,” I breathe. He pulls himself up, but I press down on his chest, and he lets me push him back down onto the floor. “No,” I say with a growing smile, “let me show you how we human females like to get it done.”
I straddle his thighs and spread my legs out as widely as I can. His dick looks so much more intimidating when I look down at it below me. It’s thicker than my upper arm, but if we’re fated mates, I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it.
With one hand, I guide his cock into my entrance, and with my other, balance myself against his chest. I lower myself onto his tip and rub my wetness on him. He purrs loudly and thrusts his hips against me. I gasp as I feel the first ridge on his cock enter my pussy, and I start humping him, slowly taking more of him inside me.
His cock is so massive, but I’m determined to take as much of him as I can. I start rocking on top of him, taking in more of him, ridge by ridge. He groans loudly and takes me by the hips, sits up and muffles my moans with a deep kiss.
Our tongues twirl against each other, and he squeezes my breasts gently, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. I breathe against his lips and lean back, pressing down on his cock and taking in his final ridge.
He fills me so deeply that I gasp for breath, edging so close to a climax. He leans me back with one hand on my lower back, the other playing with my breast, and he nuzzles my other nipple, circling it with his long wet tongue.
My mind goes blank as I’m overwhelmed with pleasure that spreads to every part of my body. I grab his chest, dig my nails into his hard pecs, and grind myself down on his massive cock. I scream unintelligibly as my body is overwhelmed by an explosive climax.
He grunts and thrusts into me one last time. He lifts me off his cock, and I watch as it twitches and covers my belly with his purple seed. He slumps back onto the ground, and I fall beside him, resting my head on his chest, trying to catch my breath. His cock keeps twitching against my thigh.
I can’t help but feel a bit disappointed that he didn’t come inside me. I don’t know where that feeling comes from. It’s irrational, but there’s nothing rational about having just had sex with a tall, blue alien with a purple cock.
I kiss his collar bone, enjoying the vibration of his soft purr. I look up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes and kiss him on his strong chin.
“That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had,” I say, not exaggerating even a little bit.
He groans in response, and I smile proudly. “At a loss for words?” I ask and stroke his hard chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I lightly brush my lips on the scratches I left on his chest. “Sorry for l
eaving marks,” I say sheepishly.
He looks back at me with lust-filled eyes and grins. “It is common among the Tulani for a woman to leave her mark on her mate,” he says.
“Good….” I say sleepily. “You just keep your shirt off so everyone knows you’re mine.”
He chuckles and pats me lightly on my ass.
“And so I can always look at your chiseled abs,” I add. I sigh deeply, enjoying the feeling of post-orgasm bliss, and drift off into a deep sleep.
10
Orion
I stir awake with Rhea still laying on top of me. I lay there for a long moment, enjoying the feeling of her naked body pressed into mine. Is this what it’s like to bed your fated mate? How could it not be? But I know it’s impossible for her to be my fated mate. I’ve given up my right to that.
Last night was a mistake. I took her as if she were my fated mate. It felt like she was my fated mate, but I know that is impossible. And she deserves to know that.
She shifts against my body and her soft thigh rubs against my cock. It stirs awake, trying to convince me that it wasn’t a mistake at all.
I kiss her lightly on the forehead and whisper, “Wake up, Rhea.”
She yawns and rubs her eyes. “What is it?” she asks groggily.
“We came to this cave for a reason,” I say. “A reason you made me forget.”
“Is that a complaint?” she asks in a husky voice, and teases my cock with a light brush of her fingers.
I grin at her and my ears perk up. I suppress the urge to put her on her knees and show her the effect she has on me.
“There’s a trickle of water in this cave and a place where some special fungi grow,” I say.
She leans up on one arm and licks her dry lips thirstily. “That sounds amazing,” she says and kisses me on my chest. She rolls off me and I immediately miss the feel of her body against mine. My cock softens in disappointment. There’s no use in having that feeling now. This fleeting moment of joy can’t possibly last. She must be fated for someone else. Someone favored by the fates more than I.
I stand up and take off my boots, followed by my pants, still bunched up below my knees. I grin, seeing her looking up at me, appreciating my naked body. She blushes brightly and turns away. I love how shy she is, even after sharing our bodies.
“Follow me,” I say, and pick up the tin with the algae and my empty water skin.
She stands up slowly and, to my surprise, she doesn’t bother getting dressed. I stand there a moment, enjoying her full, casual nakedness. The moonlight from the cave entrance casts a soft light on her pale body. What I would give to wake up every night to this same sight.
I sigh softly and lead her to the back of the cave. The only sound is that of bare feet stepping on smooth stone. Then comes that familiar sound. A sound that excited me like no other the first time I heard it. The sound of dripping water on stone.
In the back of the cave is a small stream of water, glittering in what little light from the outside reaches it. It drips onto the stone floor, where it feeds a bed of glowing green fungi.
I squat down and gesture for Rhea to join me. She squats slowly by me, wobbling a bit. I reach out and wrap my arm around her shoulder to steady her. She smiles and leans into me, and I enjoy the feeling of wrapping her in my protective embrace. This is how it should be. If only I had not been so foolish as to abandon my fate as a young man. But we must all pay for our mistakes, and so I must pay for mine.
I place the open tin of algae under one of the water drips to rehydrate it and the skin on the stream to fill it with water.
“We call these ‘green drops,’” I say, as I pluck one of the mushrooms from the stone and hold it up to her.
“It’s so pretty,” she says, and holds out her hand. I place the green drop into her hands, and she feels it with her fingers before holding it up to her nose for a quick sniff. I can smell it from this distance. It smells like damp dirt. The scent of plenty.
“It’s more than just pretty,” I say. “It carries much water for the thirsty, and it opens the mind to visions of the future.”
She cocks her head at me incredulously. “What do you mean?” she asks.
I hesitate before going on. I need to tell her, and the sooner I do, the better. There were probably other places I could have taken her to seek shelter on our way to Haven. Or to find a place where we are more likely to be spotted by her rescue ships.
But I brought her here. Knowing it would lead me to telling her. Even though I know it will ruin what we have in this moment, she deserves better than me. And if I tell her, she can go on with her life without living a lie, thinking that she is my fated mate.
“This mountain is called Mount Krio,” I say. “It is said that this mountain was the birthplace of the Patron God of the Tulani. All of us travel here when we reach adulthood. We must make it here alone, and climb to a cave halfway up the mountain where we speak with the Blind Witch. It is there that we imbibe the green drops and see the prophecy the Blind Witch weaves for us. That is when we are told of our fated mate and the circumstances in which we will meet them.”
“That sounds amazing,” she says, and squeezes the green drop lightly. “I know you aren’t supposed to tell anyone what you saw. But… that can’t prevent you from telling your fated mate, right?” she asks. “So, tell me. How did the Blind Witch say you would meet me?”
My heart sinks into my stomach. I feel nervous for the first time since I can remember. She’s looking at me expectantly, hopefully. I know she’s going to be crushed, but I can’t lie to her. I have to be honest with her and let her go, so she can find her true fated mate.
“I don’t have a prophecy,” I say with a flat voice. I feel weak and utterly disgusted with myself.
She cocks her head at me again. She’s so beautiful and trusting. I want to get lost in those green eyes. “What do you mean, you don’t have a prophecy?” she asks. “I thought all the Tulani got a prophecy.”
I pause, trying to think of a better way to say this. But there isn’t one. I just have to tell her the truth. “I didn’t finish my quest,” I say. “I stopped here.”
“You stopped here?” she asks flatly. “You were almost there. Why would you stop?”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
“I don’t get it,” she goes on for me. “Why wouldn’t you want to hear your prophecy? Who would turn down a chance to know what their future holds?”
I can hear the irritation in her voice. I knew she would hate me for this. But she just doesn’t understand what it was like.
“It’s not as simple as that,” I say.
She cuts me off before I can go on. “What’s so hard about it?” she asks. “You climb this mountain some more, and it should be as easy as cooking meat over shuttle thrusters for you, and you see the Blind Witch, eat one of those green drops, and you have your prophecy. Right?”
“You don’t understand,” I say. I can hear my own irritation in my voice now. I’ve spent years of my life trying to forget about all this, and now she’s digging it all out of me.
“I am one of the last of my generation,” I say. I can hear my voice growing louder, but I can’t help myself. “When I came of age, I already knew that my prophecy would never be fulfilled. There was no point.”
“I get that,” she says. Her voice starts quivering. I can see tears welling up in her big eyes. “But why wouldn’t you just do it? Every one of the Tulani does, right? You should have gotten your prophecy.”
I can’t stand to see her cry, but now she’s making me mad. I don’t want to talk about this. I feel all the emotions I had held bottled up for so long raging to get out.
I stand up, wishing I was dressed. Are we really having an argument, right after the most amazing sex I’ve ever had? Why couldn’t we have just stayed happy for a short moment longer?
“Are you seriously walking away from this?” she asks. Her tears are starting to stream down her cheeks. I want
so badly to hold her and comfort her. But I can’t help my anger. I never wanted this.
“How could I have known the prophecies were going to come true?” I demand. “We all thought our time was over. The Tulani were destined to fade into history. It drove many of us mad. Even the great King Leo went renegade!”
I start pacing to try to relieve my anger. I shouldn’t be yelling at her. This isn’t her fault. She was right to ask. This is no one’s fault but mine. Now she’s crying and I have nobody to blame but myself.
“I really thought you were my fated mate,” she cries. “I thought I had finally found someone good. Someone who wanted to protect me. Who could care for me.”
“How could you not get your prophecy?” she demands of me again. “You’re so brave in the face of danger. But you weren’t willing to take this risk?”
My anger threatens to burst out in a fit of rage. I breathe deeply, trying to calm myself. She doesn’t know. I have to tell her everything. I can’t have her think me a coward. Even if I can’t be with her, I can’t have her hate me.
“My brother, my only sibling, was much older than I,” I start. “Our parents had died in a battle against the Void Seekers when I was very young, so he became like a father to me.”
I feel a stinging feeling in my eyes. I tried to forget about this for so long, but all the memories and the emotions are rushing back.
“He didn’t take the Tulani’s fate easily,” I say. “When I was old enough to take care of myself, he left to find his fated one. He told me it was not enough to await the signs of your fated mate. He was determined to bring about the prophecy through his own actions.”
“What happened to him?” she asks softly.
“He died,” I say simply. My voice is barely above a whisper. “But before he died, he sent me a message. It was just one line: ‘Make your own fate.’ When I came to this very cave, I couldn’t stop thinking about his message. I knew my brother’s prophecy had driven him to his death. I knew he didn’t want me to follow in his steps. So I refused the Tulani’s doomed fate and, from that day on, I became a renegade.”
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