by Viola Grace
Thousands of years of lust and memories of couples mating in a fever of that lust flowed into her mind. There was a certain amount of tenderness involved, but the violence of the attraction between the couples overwhelmed her. Suddenly she needed to be fucked, long and hard, and there was only one person on this planet that she wanted.
Chapter 6
Sarah dropped the icon onto the table, her body flaring with lust. She didn’t know how it had gotten here, but she was damned sure she knew what to do next. Bracing herself for the resurgence of sensation, she picked up the icon and went in search of Demetrius.
She slammed her hand against the wall, and the slap that her bare hand made against the stone brought all eyes to her. She sent her mind through the walls, until she located Dem in Aissa’s chamber. He appeared to be yelling at the computer bank. Tough. His ass was hers.
“I’ll be back later.” Was all that she said as she left the hall of statuary and headed into the underground corridor, the statuette clutched in her fist.
At first she was walking at a firm but no nonsense pace. When the next wave of lust fell over her, she broke into a run. The evidence of her arousal dampening her panties and trickling down her thighs. As she got closer to the computer station, she moved faster, until she was a grey-robed blur that burst through the door and brought Dem to the ground with a flying tackle.
“Sarah, what the hell?” He tried for a moment to still her hands, but then the scent of her arousal and the wildness in her eyes caught his attention. “The Gael icon? You found it?”
“Yes.” Her breath came out in a hiss as she struggled to disrobe him while he lay prone on the floor. Finally she freed his cock and had it in her mouth before he could ask any more questions.
She sighed around the heated flesh as she felt it spring to life at her touch. She wrapped her lips around him and drew slowly back. Keeping suction on him as she moved her mouth back and forth in an imitation of the act that she needed to complete.
When he was erect and a tiny drop of precum had formed on the tip of his cock, she pulled back and reached beneath her robes to remove her panties. She knelt over him and with only a few stuttering strokes she had him lodged at her entrance and was easing down onto him with a sigh of relief. Fully clothed, she rode him hard and fast, slowing as she felt him tense beneath her, then continuing until her own release was imminent. As her climax boiled up from within her, she moved on him harder and faster until he groaned, arched his hips and pulled her onto him with all the considerable force at his command. The hard sharp impact on her clit sent her over the edge and she shrieked her climax into the still air of the computer station.
Gasping for air, she fell forward onto his chest, touching him softly, and tracing the claw marks that she had made in the heat of the lust that was riding her.
“Demetrius, I’m sorry. I never meant to assault you like that.” Tears formed in her eyes as she raised her head. Mortification was pouring through her. She had just literally jumped the first guy that she had thought she could love.
A hand came up to brush her tears away. “I’m glad that you did. It proves what I have been trying to tell Aissa. You and I are soul mates. That is what the Gael icon does. It drives you into the arms of your true love.”
Startled, she looked into his eyes, and found the truth. He was in love with her, and she was in love with him. She slowly lowered her mouth to his and gave him a gentle kiss. It was sweet and poignant, and filled with all of the longing that she had held within her for so long.
His hands came up to cup her head and she smiled against his mouth as the kiss took on another tone.
“I hate to be a wet blanket, but I think that you should once again adjourn to a more private place, after all, I can’t leave the room.” Aissa sounded embarrassed. It made Sarah smile.
They separated their bodies and stood up. Sarah’s clothes fell in neat folds around her, but Dem’s tunic and pants needed a little more tweaking before he could walk comfortably.
Before she could reach for them, Dem had snatched her panties from the floor, and stuck them into his belt. “You will have to earn them back.” They laughed and giggled on their way back to her room, the Gael icon lying on the floor.
* * * *
“Well that worked out well. Servo-bot, please place the icon back into long-term storage. I don’t think we will need to use it again for a while. Well, not with those two anyway.” Aissa had a good chuckle in the empty room. They had just needed a little prodding to admit their feelings. She had regretted resorting to the icon, but sometimes a computer has to do what a computer has to do.
Demetrius had argued with her about using his mental talents to charm her into his bed. They had had quite a fight about it. Aissa had tried to insist that it was for the greater good of the Admaryn race, but he had refused to take advantage of Sarah. He had developed an instant attraction to the shy human, and only time would be able to cement the fragile bond that had been formed.
Using his species’ charm would be hitting below the belt, so to speak. In fact his attraction upon seeing her had been so strong, that he did not know if he had used his talents the first time that they mated.
Aissa sent one of the servo-bots to the main courtyard. It beeped and chirped, bringing all members of the Alliance team into broadcast distance.
“Members of the Alliance Archaeological Team, please bear witness to the following recording.” As Tajn focused his ever-present recorder on the bot, Aissa continued to use the speakers to communicate with the team. “Before the decline and removal of all remaining citizens of Admar, the high council recorded the following decree.”
A holo imager sprang to life, displaying an Admaryn Councilor wearing Alliance regalia.
“Welcome, gentle beings. If this message has been activated, the Terrans have arrived on the planet’s surface. There are eight members of the Admaryn race that have elected to go into stasis for this day. It is our wish and decree by the laws of Admar, that any female choosing one of these males as mate is to become legal owner of the planet. She and her children are entitled to any and all revenues generated by the Admaryn Empire, entrusted to the Alliance council.
“The Alliance and all of its resources shall defend this claim, as was agreed upon the ratification of this agreement.
“The future of Admar rests within the generations yet to come. We thank you and wish you well.”
The recording winked out. The team members were astonished and Tajn’s hands were locked on the recorder. There was no noise in the courtyard until the bot slowly rolled back into the main hall.
From a shadowed doorway off the hall a voice rang out, “Holy Stars!” Breaking the silence with a rather gauche term suited only to the very human who had just inherited the whole damn planet. Sarah sat down heavily on the floor, her bare palms smacking against the stone. She was so distracted that she didn’t even realize that she was not reading the pathways.
Behind her, Dem began to chuckle. “You do realize that they now have to obtain your permission to continue the exploration. Don’t you?”
Sarah craned her neck up at her lover, and possibly the love of her life. She took in the stark features, trailed her eyes across his jaw and chin and thought about the body beneath that tunic. “Holy Stars.”
* * * *
Tajn rushed through the courtyard waving a data slip. “Sarah, you have to see this!”
Sarah was sitting in the early morning sun, contemplating circumstances that had brought her here.A maintenance bot had brought her a cup of herbal tea at Demetrius’ instructions. Something to sooth her nerves, it had told her. Inheriting an entire planet took a lot out of a person.
“What is it, Tajn?” She looked up from a data pad that Aissa had given her to research the wedding traditions of Admar.
“Security Dispatch. Coded for you alone.” He paused and grinned at her, displaying the impressively sharp teeth of his species. “It really pissed the Professor off.”
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br /> She laughed at the use of the Terran idiom. “Hand it over, shorty.”
The data pad slapped into her hand with a sharp crack. She glared at Tajn and shook her fingers to relieve the sting. “Classy.”
She felt rather than saw Dem coming towards her from the darkness behind her. Her fingers keyed up the message, then held the data pad up to her eye to confirm her identity.
Dem’s hands rested on her shoulders, caressing them gently as he read the missive from behind her.
Dear Sarah,
This is a message to inform you that you are the fourth Terran Champion. Your performance at the Mdi homeworld was the deciding factor.
The declaration was delayed until you had reached Admar for several reasons. The largest being, that if it were generally known, your workload would have precluded your participation in the exploration.
Congratulations. You are joining a very select group and have every reason to be proud.
You, Sarah, are an exemplary member of the human race, and deserve every honor that we can give you.
Now on a more personal note, I hear that you have inherited a planet, and that you are getting hitched. Your wedding present is on the way. A special courier will arrive by jump ship in a few days. Don’t wear them all at once. They were hard to come by.
Talk to you soon, buddy. You know how to contact me.
Your friend,
Amanda Tyrell, Alliance Negotiator to the Haldis Imperium (and a terrific dancer)
“What is your friend sending you?” Dem seemed merely curious, but his clever fingers were stroking over her shoulders and onto her breasts. She inhaled sharply and relaxed back into his hands.
“A wedding gift. Probably more underwear.” She smiled and shifted to push her nipples into his palms. “I don’t know how she gets this stuff, but I am grateful that she does.”
His head dipped down to bite at her neck. Then he murmured. “So am I. Remind me to send her a note indicating my appreciation.”
She began to laugh, a tiny giggle at first. Then a full-throated howl, as she imagined explaining the Admaryn race to any human that she had come across. They wouldn’t believe her. Elves, ha!
Unable to stop her from laughing, Dem lifted her to her feet, and silenced her with a kiss.
Her laughter stilled, she reflected on the events that had drawn her here. Led by the past, to find her future. It was kind of poetic.
* * * *
Light years away, Alliance Negotiator Amanda Tyrell, smiled behind her face-plate at the recordings that had been sent to her by a contact at the Alliance Archaeology Center. They were pictures of Sarah and her new mate, Demetrius. They looked so happy together.
A Drow. She would never have guessed that the dark elves were a reality. It just went to show her that yet another myth of the human race had a correlation with a species of the Alliance.
Sarah was the last of her friends that needed protection from the political machinations of the Alliance Councils. Amy could rest now. She could stop trading favors to the Alliance for more time in the Negotiator armor.
It was about damned time.
About the Author
A compulsive crafter and sucker for a ‘happily ever after’, I spend my time avoiding anything related to housework. My hobbies have included needlework, metalwork, henna tattoos and costume design. Oh yeah, and writing. I love to write. A rabid sci-fi buff and nerd to the core.
