“What are you thinking about?” Davor asks as he hands me a glass of the blackest liquid I’ve ever seen.

“Everything,” I answer. “What’s this?”

“Kuhla,” he says. “A local delicacy. “Try it.”

It smells of spices and oak. I take a small sip, and it feels like hot lava is being poured down my throat — in a good way. A tingle finds its way to every nook and cranny of my body.

“It’s good, huh?” He chuckles.

“It’s certainly something,” I say with tears burning my eyes. “You drink this stuff? For pleasure?”

Davor shrugs. “It’s an acquired taste, I’ll admit. If you don’t want it, I can finish your glass.”

“No, that’s okay,” I say as I take another small sip. It feels weird, but good.

Kinda like the entire situation we’ve found ourselves in. I wish I was back on Garna, and I wish everyone there was safe, but I have to admit that I enjoy Davor’s company a great deal.

He has booked us a room for the night, on one of the top levels of the Ports. The many glass windows provide us with a beautiful view of the entire station. I can’t stop looking at all the people who look like little ants from all the way up here. And of course there is the beautiful dark sky above us, with brights stars as far as the eye can see. The sight of New Exon floating past our window is one I will never forget.

I finish the kuhla with a big gulp that makes my skin prickle with heat. With the strong drink finished, I regain my sense of smell. Which reminds me…

“I need a shower,” I say.

The trek through the jungle hasn’t done me any favors. I’m sweaty and disheveled, and with the message finally delivered, I can finally focus on the less important things in life.

Like personal hygiene, for instance.

“I will run you a bath,” Davor says.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“I insist.”

There’s no arguing with the Zoran. When he makes up his mind, it’s made up. There’s nothing more to do about it. Truth be told, I don’t really feel like arguing either.

On Garna, fresh water is a luxury. The GAC forbids us from contaminating the local water, which means no bathing in the local lakes and rivers. The bacteria we carry might harm the local wild-life in some way. As such, I don’t remember ever taking a bath. Short showers are all I’ve ever known.

As such, I’ve become quite adept at using the shower head to give myself some relief in under a minute.

And that is exactly what I had planned for just now. With the message sent, I have no more excuses left. No more reasons to deny my feelings.

I’m alone in a hotel room with Davor, and that makes me anxious, it makes me nervous, and it makes me, well, horny.

I’ve seen him in my dreams countless times. What I really want to know is if he had those same dreams about me. Has he seen the things I’ve seen? Felt the things I’ve felt?

“Ready,” a low voice calls out from the bathroom.

With butterflies flapping in my stomach, I tip toe towards the bathroom. It’s every bit as luxurious as the rest of the apartment, with sleek walls and floors and a whole lot of glass. The bath is the size of a small pool, truly Zoran sized. It could fit the both of us easily.

Steam rises from the hot water, which looks incredibly inviting.

“Thank you,” I say. “You are too kind.”

Davor takes a step towards me. In a flash it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room. My heart is pounding, and it feels like I can’t breathe.

“I’m not done yet,” he says. “I’m only just beginning.”

His fingertips graze the bottom of my tunic as my cheeks grow red.

“This water reminds me of when we first met,” he says. “Do you remember?”

How can I ever forget? The kiss we shared under the waterfall was electric. It started a fire inside of me that is still smoldering. That I’ve been able to resist flinging myself at the winged warrior is only because of the strange circumstances we’ve been in.

And now, for the first time, I have no where to run to. I promised him one night.

And I see from the glint in his eyes he is going to make the most of this night.

“I remember,” I say. “I remember everything.”

“Your tunic was a little more see through at the time.”

“That can be arranged.”

There’s a small smirk on his lips — and hunger in his eyes. His fingers grab a hold of the bottom of my tunic, and he pulls me close, my chest pressed against his. I can feel his hot breath, and I involuntarily shiver with anticipation.

“How about we skip that step entirely?” He growls as he slowly lifts my tunic up. I could stop him at any moment, but instead, I stand still, my heart pounding so hard I feel the blood rushing in my ears.

He throws the garment down on the floor. My eyes are shut tight as his hands move up my arms and shoulders, his gentle, teasing touch setting my body alight.

I open my eyes to see his deep blue eyes staring back at me, filled with lust, with passion, with love.

He leans in and kisses me, one hand holding the back of my neck, the other one resting on my lower back.

I melt.

We become one as his tongue explores mine, as our bodies fold around each other like they were made for each other.

In a flick of his wrist my bra is gone, my stiff nipples now pressed against his hard chest, and I just about yank my panties down to my ankles — I don’t want there to be anything between us.

Which is why I’m tugging unsuccessfully at his bulky clothes.

“Where’s the freaking strap on this thing?” I complain between kisses, my hands fruitlessly searching for a way into those pants of his. He chuckles and takes a step back.

I rest my butt against the tub with my arms crossed, feeling suddenly self-conscious about my nakedness. I’ve fooled around before but that was behind GAC-sheds and silos, or in a dark room. It always had to be quick, and to be honest, I was always too nervous to ever enjoy it.

This is different. Completely and totally different. Davor is the opposite of nervous. He’s a confident Zoran warrior, and he’s going to take his sweet time with me. And that both excites and frightens me in equal measure.

His shirt is the first thing to go. I’ve seen his naked abs several times before, but my mouth still waters every single time.

I’ve wanted to drag my tongue across them more times than I can count, but I’ve always resisted the urge. The moment has never been right.

The moment is more than right, just now. It’s perfect.

I want to show Davor that I’m grateful. I want to prove to him (and to myself) that I can be as confident and as sexy he is.

That is how he makes me feel: Desirable.

I’ve always felt like the odd-one-out, with my mixed Zoran-human heritage, and with my awkwardness and clumsiness, with my curves, with my bright green eyes. I used to be ashamed of them, as the other kids would call me ‘snake eyes’. Not Davor. He makes me feel like I’m absolutely perfect the way I am.

And that gives me a jolt of confidence to do something I never thought possible. The moment he unbuckles his pants, I whisper “Allow me,” and saunter towards him.

His bright blue eyes are glued to my frame, the cocky smirk on his face growing wider and wider. I absolutely love the way he looks at me.

I brush my hands ‘accidentally’ across his giant bulge as I grab a hold of his pants.

He’s even bigger than I remember.

His hardness pressed briefly against me in the waterfall, when he cradled me in his arms, and he kisses me so good I saw stars.

It was only a moment, but that was long enough for it to get ingrained into my mind.

I tug his pants down, exposing his blue, muscled thighs and equally sculpted calves.

I drop down to my knees in front of him, intent on worshiping every inch of him, but it seems he has the same idea. Davor reaches down and pulls me back up, one hand resting possessively on my naked ass while the other one grabs hold of my hair.

He plants a passionate, hungry kiss right on my lips, squeezing me so hard it almost hurts. I return the kiss with the same intensity, our tongues twirling around one another, my hips wantonly gyrating against his massive bulge.

All of my reservations have been shot out of an airlock.

Right now I want nothing more than for him to fill me up completely, to make me whole, I resist the urge to simply let him sink himself into me.

I want this to last as long as humanly possible. I want this to be a night to remember.

Despite how dizzy I am with lust, I find my last reserves of self-control and gently push him back, until he’s resting his backside against the edge of the tub.

“There’s no rush,” I say between kisses. I slide down to my knees in front of him, his hands resting on my naked shoulders.

“Leah…” he groans as I run my nails up his strong thighs. His low voice, normally so steady, is now thick with lust.

“Yes?” I say, feigning ignorance as I look up at him.

He’s so damn big, in every way. Tall and broad, with every single muscle perfectly defined. A blue, winged god. No man I’ve ever seen can compare to his greatness.

It’s very intimidating if I’m honest, but what I lack in experience I intend to make up for with sheer enthusiasm.

I kiss his bulge. He groans, his low voice echoing off the tiles. I can feel his cock throb vigorously, his pent up energy only a thin layer of fabric away. My hands are trembling with desire as I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down.

His big blue cock springs free, brushing against my cheek in the process.

My mouth waters as I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock. It’s so damn thick, I can barely wrap my fingers around it.

How is this ever going to fit inside of me?!

The thought of his Zoran cock splitting me wide open sends a thrill down my spine, straight to my dripping wet pussy.

His cock throbs and pulses, a drop of precum forming on the head, which is bright gold. I can’t stop myself any longer.

I lick it off.

He groans, one hand moving to the back of my neck. His entire body trebles with pleasure as I drag my tongue down his shaft, savoring every inch of it.

“By the Mating Star,” he sighs blissfully as I engulf the head of his cock into my waiting mouth. I swirl my tongue around, his addictive taste filling me.

“My seed is for your cunt,” he groans. “Not your mouth. If you keep this up…”

I’m not sure which of those options I like more. The thought of him exploding in my mouth, of tasting his seed on my tongue has me trembling with anticipation. I love that he can’t control himself, that this proud, ferocious warrior wants to stop himself and simply can’t.

However, I promised myself I would make this night last forever. And so, as hard as it is, I let his cock fall out of my mouth and stand up.

Davor descends upon me like a rabid werewolf.

His hands instantly find my naked ass he pulls me up to my feet. His tongue is in my mouth before I know it, and the next moment, we’re both tumbling into the pool-sized bath.

I completely lose track of everything underwater. I have no idea what is up and what is down, but none of it matters. All I know is that Davor’s naked body is wrapped around mine, that his lips have found mine, that we are one.

His hands claim me, his hard chest pressed against me, his throbbing hard cock rubbing against my entrance.

We’re so close that I can feel his heart beat, and it beats in unison with my own. We are completely and totally connected, in every way possible.

My hands find his cock and tug impatiently, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me. I want him to spread me apart, to go deeper than I’ve thought possible. I want to be completely and totally his.

Davor turns his body so that we both come up for air. “You weren’t in a rush, remember?” He growls between kisses.

“I am now,” I pant, gasping for air as I move to straddle his lap.

Instead, he pushes me away, so that I am floating on my back in the warm water.

“What are you—ohh!”

An involuntarily moan escapes as he grabs my thighs and pulls me close, his mouth finding my core instantly.

Or as he called it: My cunt.

Where his seed will go.

He buries his face between my legs. His tongue flicks against my swollen clit, and I am reduced to moans.

All I can do is tremble uncontrollably as he eats me out, gasping for air with every stroke of his tongue. The feeling of his tongue dragging across my wet lips and my sensitive nub is absolutely blowing my mind. My circuits are fried, the waves of pleasure building and building with every stroke of his tongue, until every wall I’ve ever built comes tumbling down.

As his strong fingers sink into my skin and his skilled tongue worships my pussy, I let go.

More than I’ve ever done.

In this moment, I am free. Free of everything. Free of worries, free of doubts, free of fear.

All I am is a woman who is cumming uncontrollably hard.

My entire body trembles, splashing water absolutely everywhere. My moans turn to screams as pure pleasure races through me, like a supernova going off, my vision reduced to twinkling stars.

I gasp for air and push Davor away. He wants to keep going, but I’m way too sensitive. Every stroke of his tongue makes me tremble, and if he keeps this up I’ll lose my mind!

“P-please,” I pant.

“Please what?” He answers, smirking at me from between my legs. “I can’t get enough of your taste.”

He kisses me again, right on my clit, and I shriek once more.

“P-please fuck me,” I say.

That certainly gets his attention.

He rises from the water and sits down on the edge of the tub, looking absolutely regal. Davor pulls me out of the water as if I was weightless, and I straddle his lap.

Both of our bodies are dripping with water and filled with desire.

He lines up the head of his cock with my entrance, and as our tongues meet, he guides me down.

His blue cock spreads me apart, filling me more than I ever thought possible. It’s like our bodies were made for one another. We move in unison, in perfect sync with one another, his hands on my ass, my arms around his neck.

I can feel his heart beat. I can feel his cock pulse and throb, and every little throb sends a jolt of energy straight to my clit.

He grows harder inside me still, and that can only mean one thing. The both of us briefly open our eyes, and neither of us has to say a word. It’s like he can read the thought that is burning in my mind.

Fill me with your seed.

His blue eyes are glazed with animalistic hunger. He stands up, carrying me easily, and pins my back against the tiled wall.

“Oh god,” is all I can moan as he begins fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Every thrust of his hips forces his cock into me, the sound of splashing water and low moans filling the room.

I am weightless. All I can do is bounce on his cock like I’m his personal toy, my legs wrapped around his waist, my mouth on his chest, his neck, his mouth, everywhere.

I love how aggressive, how dominant he is in this moment. Everything has been stripped away, leaving only our deepest desires. “Fill me,” I moan, his dirty words echoing in my mind.

My seed is for your cunt.

Yes. Yes it is!

His wings spread wide, and a deep low roar fills the entire room. With one final thrust he slams himself into me, crying out my name as he explodes inside of me. I can feel his cock throb and pulse as he fills me with his seed, and the feeling sends me tumbling over the edge, my toes curling as another orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave.

When I regain a semblance of conscience, we’re back in the water, lazily floating on top of him as he strokes my hair and plants kisses all over.

“You are mine,” he growls as he nips my ear. “You are mine, for now and forever.”

“Yes,” I groan, my fingertips tracing his jawline. “I am yours, baby.”

We lounge in the water until it has turned cold. I try to stand up but my knees are still weak and wobbly, much to Davor’s amusement. He carries me to the bed and pins me down there, holding my arms above my head as he kisses me.

I love the feeling of his weight pressing down on me. It makes me feel safe.

“I thought we were going to sleep,” I say as I feel him growing hard once more, his cock pressing against my thighs.

He chuckles. “I am only just getting started,” he says as he kisses his way down my neck, my chest, my belly. All the way down until he’s back between my legs. As his tongue touches me, I gasp. “This night will last forever,” he growls.

The morning does come, eventually, but not until he’s given me more orgasms than I can count and the both of us have collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

The blaring alarm is therefor most unwelcome.

“Whzat’s zhat?” I mumble, still sleep drunk.

“I dunno,” Davor yawns as he stumbles towards the com device mounted to the wall. “Who is it?”

“Have I reached Davor?”

I recognize the voice — it’s the synth woman who we saw earlier, the one manning the desk.

“Yes?” He answers, slightly grumpy. “I didn’t order a wake up call.”

“Sorry to disturb you at this early hour, but I have an urgent message for you from Sacred Mother Dragica that can not wait. It reads: “Come see me immediately. SINTRA has put out an intergalactic arrest warrant for your mate. You two are not safe.”