Chapter Thirteen
Vyken
A braid of stone-grey boughs runs in a hammock shape to the side and I lay my tiny human down in the smooth sweep of nature. I take a moment as I straighten up again to marvel at the beauty of her figure. She has such fantastic curves and I almost long to sink my teeth into them.
“I will be gentle,” I growl as I lower my body over hers, mouth to her mouth and knees settling to either side of hers.
She cups the back of my head with her small, slender fingers and lifts her head to brush her delicious lips over mine. “Don’t be,” she whispers.
A shudder of lust runs over my skin and I do not need to be told twice. Though I do not doubt the full manifestation of my lust for this woman would be too much for her, I intend to give her everything I can give up until that point.
The thought has my cock aching so hard that I reach up to disassemble the military uniform from the button at the back of my neck. It slips upwards to be contained once again in the ring of what looks like glowing tattoo around my neck.
All of my Mahdfel tattoos are glowing, too. The complex whorls and swirls and stripes that signify every milestone of my life up to this point are humming with a white light, different from their ordinary black color.
“They glow,” Roxie notes.
“Intense emotion,” I answer simply. She gives a single half nod as if she understands what I am trying to say. I am not a man with much command of language, and even if I was, it might not translate perfectly. She doesn’t seem to mind. Roxie has known me for a short time but already she accepts me completely for who I am.
She is perfection, and I know it with all my heart and all my soul.
I claim her mouth with mine, darting my tongue in and out and dancing with hers as one of my hands slides from her thigh to her hip, feeling her perfect curves, and then slides back down again to the waistband of her little panties.
I feel between her legs, unable to hold myself back a second longer. She is wet for me, and she squirms at my light, tickling touch. Sensing her need for me only serves to make my body clench and my cock stiffen impossibly.
As my fingertips brush against the fabric, my cock brushes against her leg. Roxie reaches down and grabs it with her hand, squeezing to feel the full extent of my hardness. She mumbles an Earth curseword and bucks her hips, almost as if she can’t help to, whispering filthy things in my ear as I touch her.
In one swift motion I have yanked her panties down to her ankles and now my cock can easily access her sweet, perfect pussy.
Her fingers on the tip, sweeping over the beading precum there, is heaven if anything is. They stroke up and down, delicate at first but then firm and powerful, and I feel myself growing close to release already. This woman is everything never thought I deserved. Everything I now know I need to be the man I am supposed to become.
“Take me, Vyken. I need you inside me.”
Those words are all I need. I am already primed and ready, hard as fucking steel and pressing against her lips. When I inch inside her, I feel her twitch around me, and the feeling has my fists clenching, my teeth scraping on the soft skin of her neck. She groans and wraps her legs around me, meeting me thrust for thrust with liquid rolling of her hips from underneath.
“You are perfect,” I tell her, mumbling it into her hair with a ferocity the sentiment deserves. She is perfect, and I want -- no, I need -- her to know that. I pump into her further, sinking the entire length of my thick cock inside her. I feel her stretch around me, hear her gasps and groans and feel how tight and warm she is around me. My breathing becomes heavier and my skin prickles with awareness. I have never felt pleasure this intense. I feel, in that moment, like the luckiest man in the universe to be right here.
Her hands run up and down my back and then she arches her back and lets out a keening wail. Her pussy contracts suddenly and throbbingly all over my manhood as she climaxes. I slide in and out of her faster, she is so wet, and she grinds her hips to feel every ridge and every inch, her orgasm lasting just long enough to push me over the edge myself.
“Roxie,” I snarl her name as I lift my head and slam my hips into hers. She cries out once again as I release everything I have into her. My cock pulses and twitches and she writhes and pants until we both collapse, lightly sweaty in the cool air and breathing hard.
“You are an Adonis,” she breathes. “I knew it. I knew it…”
I don’t know what that means, but I don’t need to question her. I know, I think, what she means. I understand the language of multiple orgasms in tandem. I don’t need anything more to be said.
There is one more thing … but I need to be sure it’s true before I speak it aloud. If Roxie helps with this interspecies affair, I am sure she will be pardoned. And she will be able to go back to Earth.
And she will be tested, and from my intense attraction to her I am fairly sure she is the fated of one of my species. She will be sent somewhere far, far away. Most likely to a dangerous active space station or a patrol ship. Mostly likely not to anyone in Firosa.
The chances of her being my mate are… well, they must be zero. Because I never got a message about her when I signed up.
I must make the most of the time I have with her now, but I must not fall for her. And I must try not to let her fall for me, if I can help it. The separation would be too painful for me as it is -- let alone if I could see pain in her eyes too.
The thought just about tears through me, and I swallow a lump in my throat as my Roxie -- no, not mine -- snuggles into my large chest, a small smile on her beautiful pale face, strands of her dark hair falling across her cheek.
I gently brush the hair from her face, behind her ear, and I plant a soft kiss on her forehead as her breathing slows and steadies, her arm limp but certain around my waist.
“Do not do me the honor of choosing me, little one,” I whisper, draping her discarded robe over her body as she sleeps. I know that we will both cherish this moment for the rest of our lives, but this is it. It has to be.
I slowly stand up, and stretch, noting how incredible I feel. Both in body and in mind. She is an elixir. She is a revelation; she is fuel.
She just isn’t mine.
A low put-put-put noise, rapidfire and growing louder, yanks me from my inappropriately romantic thoughts and without thinking I re-establish my military uniform -- wishing I didn’t feel like an imposter wearing it right now -- and move as fast as I can towards the source of the noise. This might be what the Oracle was talking about, and if it is dangerous, I want to make sure it doesn’t track us back to where Roxie is.
When I reach a clearing, I am met with the sight of a tiny helicopter, and it drops a black orb from inside and then flies up into the atmosphere again.
I tilt my head at the orb and then scramble backwards as four thick metal legs sprout from it and it segments into a thorax and abdomen. A snout slides from the front and two tiny swivelling satellite dishes sprout from above. It lowers the snout and huffs at the dust, then looks up again. The panel where its eyes should be blinks thoughtfully, and then its satellite ears swivel in my direction.
I freeze.
It is a Suhlik attackbot. I have heard stories of these. They are totally ruthless, made with fragmented AI that has been programmed and reprogrammed in order to break intergalactic AI law: they not only possess the ability to kill; that’s what they’re for.
Based on the designs of several different mammalian species, the Suhlik attackbot is a machine that tracks more efficiently than anything else, and will take down its prey without hesitation. No pesky emotion to get in the way.
I might -- might -- be able to delay one single attackbot, but I don’t know if I can take it down entirely. I know it has been done, but it’s not something I have ever faced personally. It will either take everything out of me that I have, or I can go down a different route.
They are fantastic trackers, but they follow an algorithm without any deviation. The Mahdfel military have been trained as best as they can in order to avoid this. I remember my training, and I think I can get Roxie out of harm’s way and back to the camouflage tent where we will be safe.
Hopefully the bot will finish its sweep of the planet, confirm it is all still dead as per the plan, and will go back home to its masters without sniffing us out.
I swallow, and nod to myself. This plan could be worse. We could be in many worse positions. I back up, covering my tracks and making no noise in the way only a trained Mahdfel warrior can, and am going to make my way back to Roxie when I am startled by a hand on the small of my back and I whip around, hand to the weapons at my belt.
“Hey, dude, what gives?” my perfect little human pouts. “You just make me feel like that and then wander off, huh?” She is teasing, but her words hurt a little. I didn’t intend to make her feel used in any way. Tonight meant more to me than she will ever know.
Her hair is tousled and her lips full and pink and begging to be kissed … I curse my libido and bend to rest my hands on her shoulders. Seeing the importance of the situation from the look in my eyes, Roxie raises her eyebrows.
“We must return to the tent. There is a powerful enemy near and the camouflage of the tent is the only way we can evade it.”
“Oh,” she says, and allows me to take her by the hand and lead her through the trees. She stumbles once and I turn around to see her trailing footprints in the dust. I tut and grab her by the waist. “No, no no no… not aga--”
I hush her with a swift spank on her behind once she is draped over my shoulder and she gasps. “You did not just--” But I begin to run at full speed and her words are cut short by her own gasp. She grips onto me with all her might as we fly across the surface of Fera.
Roxie might not be mine, but I know I have never felt this way before, and I owe her everything for opening me up this way. I will not let anything happen to her, even if that means throwing myself in front of the attackbot’s lasers for her. I silently promise myself that.